Heat seared Trish’s backside as Jordan pressed himself against her from behind, the fabric of his clothing abrasive against her reddened ass. His hand stroked down her side and moved to her center to curve over her mound, his fingers dipping into her pussy. The caress made her tingle and her pussy throbbed as his fingers stroked her sensitive folds. Trish groaned in denial as he lifted his hand away to show off her cream coating his digits. Vaughn and Taylor murmured their appreciation, making her shudder in embarrassment and arousal.
“When she comes, her punishment ends,” Jordan said, stepping around Trish to drag his wet fingers over Bella’s lips. Trish groaned into her gag again. Seriously? Her punishment fortellingwas to be spanked, but Bella’s punishment fordoingwas to eat Trish out? Then again, Bella wouldn’t have been able to do anything if Trish hadn’t foolishly told her about the passageways. So maybe it really was her fault for being in this position.
Her fault for thinking she could trust Bella not to behave recklessly.
Jordan turned back to Trish and gave her a good view of the wide, leather paddle, which he tapped against his leg before he stepped out of her sight-range again. Behind him, Bella moved on all fours with her wrists cuffed together in front of her, which made crawling difficult. She knelt almost between Trish’s legs, and Trish closed her eyes, wishing herself far, far away even as her body shuddered in anticipation.
The other woman couldn’t possibly know, but even though Trish’s ass was on fire, even though she was embarrassed by the presence of a small audience, she wasn’t just a little aroused. She was well on her way toward orgasm, which Bella and the two soldiers would probably realize when it didn’t take too much for Trish to come, adding to her embarrassment and shame.
Thwack!
The blow jolted Trish’s hips forward, and she screamed behind her gag at the renewed fire searing her skin, her chest heaving as she struggled with the sensations. There was wet pressure against her pussy—a tongue sliding through her sensitive folds that send her body careening into the confusing and erotic mix of pleasure and pain.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Now, the jerking of Trish’s body wasn’t just accompanied by the throbbing pulls on her nipples, but also by Bella’s mouth pressing against her pussy. The other woman did her best to keep up with Trish’s movements, making Trish writhe with the maelstrom of sensation consuming her. Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw Taylor and Vaughn watching, their gazes hot with lust, their cocks pressing against the fronts of their pants. It was a punishment for them to witness her discipline, yet her shame at enjoying their audience was part of that punishment, as well.
A few more thwacks of the paddle against her hot bottom, and then Jordan stood behind her again, his fingers pressing slickly into her asshole and reminding her of what he’d promised. Trish groaned, half in denial, half in relieved excitement. She wanted to come so badly, yet Bella’s mouth wasn’t able to get Trish there on its own. Jordan’s fingers pumped, filling her ass, making her cry out with pleasure as her inner muscles tightened in anticipation.
Then his cock pressed into her rear entrance, stretching her wonderfully, his skin hot against her bottom, and Trish was forcibly reminded of the other night with Laura and Marek—except this was much more primal, much more raw.
That had been intimate and hot and sensuously erotic, despite her protests. This was primitive, painfully ecstatic,decadently depraved. Trish was nearly mindless with the assault of sensations as Jordan’s hands came up to cup her breasts, squeezing them tightly and making her nipples throb even more between the clamps as he began to thrust powerfully into her from behind. Unlike when he’d been beneath her while Laura had licked her, now Jordan had full control over his thrusts into her body, and there was nothing gentle about his movements.
He was fucking her ass hard, and her seared bottom screamed in discomfort as he rubbed against the tenderized skin, his hands kneading her breast flesh until her nipples swelled larger, causing the clamps to bite deeper into the tender buds. Bella’s tongue worked Trish’s clit, making her moan and whimper as she was caught up in the cacophony of sexual rapture, pain and pleasure wrapping around each other in her body until it didn’t matter what either Bella or Jordan did; it all felt the same.
Everything wound tighter and tighter around Trish’s core until her body arched dramatically, and she shuddered between Bella and Jordan in abject ecstasy. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and he bit down on the spot between her collarbone and her neck, making her scream as her ass spasmed around his cock. Bella sucked hard on her clit, and, if Trish’s arms hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed as her body went weak under the force of her orgasm.
Jordan’s cock throbbed inside her ass, her muscles milking him of his cum. He held her still, allowing Bella to take long, sucking pulls on her clit as Trish trembled, held in thrall by the ecstatic agony rampaging through her body.
As her euphoric high began to recede, Trish slumped, panting for breath behind the gag. Bella pulled away from Trish’s pussy and sighed with relief.
“You were so good, babygirl,” Jordan crooned in her ear, his voice mellow and soothing. The praise slid through her as hecontinued to stroke her and tell her how beautiful she was, how well she’d taken her punishment, before bending down to undo the restraints on her ankles. His warm hands briskly rubbed where the cuffs had been before he straightened and, one arm around her waist to hold her up, undid her wrist-cuffs from the chain above.
Trish leaned against him, practically nuzzling into him for the soothing comfort his big, strong body provided when she felt so weak and muzzy. Strong arms wrapped around her and picked Trish up to carry her until he settled her on his lap and let her lean back for a moment.
Trish let out a sharp cry as he released her nipple from the clamp, pain tingling through her as sensation returned. Hot warmth engulfed her nipple, his tongue laving away the pain, soothing her, and Trish let the sensation wind around the floaty sense of satisfaction she basked in. He released the other, and she whimpered, relaxing as his mouth provided the same comfort for that tender bud, leaving her weak and throbbing; completely satisfied and strangely serene.
Fingers slid through her hair, and Trish sighed softly in pleasure at the simple sensation. She felt so floaty and nice. Safe. Comforted. Satisfied. She throbbed, but pleasantly now.
When Jordan stiffened beneath her, Trish made a disgruntled noise, but he kept his arm around her shoulders and held her against him, and she leaned into his shoulder, seeking the warmth and strength of his body. Why would she crave such attention from the person who had caused her distress? But it didn’t matter. Not right now.
Jordan’s chest rumbled, his fingers on his earpiece. “Yes… Yes, Sir.” He shifted Trish on his lap, his arms coming back down around her to hold her securely as he looked over at Bella, and then at Taylor and Vaughn. Trish blinked, her eyes half-lidded asshe remembered she and Jordan weren’t alone in the room. “The Wolf is back. Take her to him.”
For the briefest moment, Trish nearly panicked, a feeling of betrayal surging up… but, of course, he’d been talking about Bella, and Trish went limp with relief as Jordan’s hands caressed her exhausted body. His lips pressed against her forehead while Taylor and Vaughn got Bella to her feet and led her from the room.
Before, Trish might have worried about what would happen to Bella. Right now, she wasn’t sure she cared. She’d probably feel guilty about that later.
After giving Trish a bath and redressing her in a pretty, blue dress, Jordan brushed out her hair, and she started to feel normal again.
Normal and yet …
Not.
Her emotions were all messed up.
She was still resentful of Bella, but now Trish felt guilty for not caring about what was happening to her. It hadn’t occurred to Trish until now that Jordan was waiting for the Wolf to return and punish Bella himself. Just like Trish trusted Jordan wouldn’t hand her over to the Wolf, perhaps Jordan hadn’t wanted to take liberties with Bella he wasn’t approved for. Which meant Bella might be suffering, horribly, right now, while Trish was being bathed and pampered and having her hair brushed dry with gentle hands.
