Page 58 of Claimed
She made a whining noise behind her gag as Jordan tapped the base of her plug.
“I think we’ll start with this.”
The plug slid out easily, but the emptiness only agitated her more because Jordan hadn’t said what he would do, instead. It wouldn’t be anything as easy or enjoyable as just shoving his cock in. Which, yes, would hurt initially if he was rough about it, but would ultimately not be a punishment.
The door chime sounded throughout the house, and Trish squealed behind her gag and tugged on her bonds.
Chuckling, Jordan patted her bottom. “Stay right here, little girl. I’ll be back once I’ve seen who it is.”
She whined again, but he ignored her and left the room.
His absence only gave her anxieties and imagination more time to grow. If she hadn’t known better, Trish might think he’d planned it.
Having the time to think about what hemightdo was sometimes worse than what hediddo. She wriggled against the padded leather and tried not to think about what an easy targetthe position made of her bottom, with her bent over the higher portion of the stand.
With her legs slightly spread, it also meant Trish’s pussy was wide open and accessible—another easy target for both punishment and fucking, depending on how Jordan felt. The support only reached her breasts, ending just underneath the base of each mound as if it had been made for her—and maybe it had. Trish’s breasts and head hung down, along with her arms—he’d probably done so deliberately.
She strained to listen for whoever was at the door, and, to her horror, heard the noises of people talking and coming up the stairs.
It only took Trish a few moments to identify Marek’s and Laura’s voices, and then she tugged uselessly at her restraints again and made muffled, unhappy noises around her gag. This was not how she wanted to see her friend! And no matter what she and Jordan had done in front of them—and even with them—she’d never been tied up with all her privates on display to greet them as they entered the room.
Of course, struggling was useless, and a moment later, the door opened, leaving her to moan in embarrassment as Laura made a startled noise at the sight Trish presented.
“Well, that’s very nice,” Marek said, coming inside, his voice getting closer. “I know you told me how it could be used, but I hadn’t quite realized exactly how attractive the final picture would be. I may have to order one of these for Laura.” The other woman didn’t speak up but made a little squeaking sound that indicated Marek had probably fondled some portion of her anatomy. “Sorry to interrupt your time with Trish.”
“No problem.” Jordan came over to stand by Trish, patting her bottom again as if reassuring her he was back. She wasn’t very reassured, at all, and made another whining noise at him.“Trish has been particularly naughty today, and I certainly don’t mind an audience. Feel free to take a seat and watch.”
Trish would say her preference was for no audience at all, but her excitement had started rising higher and faster from the moment she’d heard voices coming up the stairs. Recognizing them as belonging Marek and Laura had only bolstered Trish’s arousal. They weren’t an integral part of hers and Jordan’s sex lives, but she’d found it incredibly hot to have sex with Laura and Marek present as a small audience.
Out of the corner of her eye, Trish could see Mark leading Laura over to the swing in the middle of the room. When Trish caught Laura’s eye, the other woman made a sympathetic face, but it was obvious she was also turned on by the situation. Her eyes wandered over Trish’s bent form as if Laura were imagining herself in Trish’s position—and enjoying the idea. Maybe Laura was also turned on just seeing Trish bent over, bound, and vulnerable.
There was no denying that both Trish and Laura were submissive.
Giving Trish’s bottom a final pat, Jordan moved around the room, collecting various items. Since lifting her head for too long made her neck ache, Trish couldn’t see a lot of what he picked up, and it only made her more nervous.
What she could do was watch Marek undressing Laura while both constantly looked over at Trish, and Marek alternated between caressing and roughly manhandling Laura’s body. By the time he had her set up in a seated position on the swing, her knees and hands cuffed to the hanging ropes so her arms and legs were spread wide, Jordan was moving back to Trish.
Something hard, but no bigger than the plug she’d previously held, prodded at her bottom and then slid neatly inside. Trish couldn’t relax with how devious Jordan was. There was no wayhe’d replaced the usual plug inside her with something exactly the same—not when she was being punished.
“Hmmm,” was the only sound he made, and then he was kneeling beside her, cupping her breasts. “Let’s decorate these first.” His voice was almost jovial.
Sure, now he decided he wanted to be talkative.
Trish wriggled, but all that did was make her small breasts sway and jiggle, as though she were trying to entice him, which was not the case.
Sharp pain pinched her nipple, crushing the tender bud, and Trish protested from behind her gag as Jordan repeated the process on her other nipple. The clamps he’d placed were harsh, pinching sharply and making her tiny buds ache and throb with jagged edges of pain that went straight to her already soaked pussy. She didn’t know why her body responded in this manner, only that it did.
Tiny chains hung down from the clamps and made her breasts tingle as they swayed, tugging gently. She whimpered as Jordan attached the chains to the stand of the lectern and pulled them taut, making it impossible for Trish to move a centimeter without the clamps pulling painfully.
Marek watched and chuckled. “Quite a little predicament you have her in there. I assume you’ll spank her now?”
“In a few minutes,” Jordan answered, and Trish moaned behind her gag. A few minutes? What would he do in between? Her anxiety ramped up, exciting her arousal even further. “I’ve been wanting to test this out for a while.”
Laura made a sympathetic noise, and Marek’s chuckling grew louder. “Oh,that’swhat you put in her. Laura had fun with that one last week, didn’t you love?”
“I don’t know if ‘fun’ is the right word,” Laura said, a little woefully, and then gasped as Marek did something with his hand between her legs.
Trish moaned, feeling like a very, very, sorry, little girl for cursing at Jordan and trying to blatantly disobey him.