Page 11 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

When Trish and Jordan arrived at the apartment, Marek opened the door for them, and Trish was shocked to see Laura bent over and tied down to a frame that secured her wrists, ankles, and body while it lifted her ass high in the air.

The frame was well padded, but it couldn’t possibly be comfortable.

Especially since Laura had a gag in her mouth, clamps hanging from her nipples, and another one on her clit, as well.

Trish was struck dumb as took in the erotic and disturbing sight.

She had to press her thighs together at the sight of her friend so blatantly displayed, her pussy glossy with arousal even when she was bent over and had clamps squeezing all her sensitive bits.

“Thank you for joining us.” Marek’s deep voice sounded incredibly ominous and did nothing to soothe Trish’s nerves—which desperately needed soothing.

Almost dazed, Trish had allowed Jordan to lead her over to the couch where he pulled her onto his lap, his hand already sliding up her inner thigh toward her pussy.

She squeaked and tried to grasp his wrist, only to have her nipple pinched harshly until she pulled her hands away from him and ceased trying to stop him.

“Laura’s been very naughty.” Marek walked over to a table where an array of implements had been laid out. He picked up a long, well-worn leather strap, about three inches wide, and folded it in half.

“Please,” Trish whispered to Jordan, squirming on his lap even as his fingers began to stroke her folds. She twisted her upper body around to look at him. “Please, I don’t want to watch.”

Jordan’s fingers slid through her slickening pussy lips. “I think that you do, babygirl. You might wish you didn’t, but you’re already turned on just from seeing your friend like this.”

Moving toward Laura, strap in hand, Marek stood so he faced Trish and Jordan on the couch, giving him a perfect view of Trish’s splayed legs, her skirt up around her hips, while Jordan’s fingers delved into her pussy.

Marek raised his eyebrow as he watched Jordan’s fingers move, and Trish flushed even more with embarrassment before Marek raised his gaze to hers.

“Don’t feel too sorry for Laura,” Marek said.

“There’s a reason you and Jordan were invited to witness her punishment, other than my enjoyment of having such an attractive audience.

” He rested his hand on Laura’s upturned ass, rubbing her skin as she let out a little, muffled moan.

“Laura has always been a bit of a gossip, and it’s something we’ve been working on, which she has agreed to accept punishment for.

In this case, her curiosity about your and Jordan’s activities behind closed doors apparently became too much for her to resist, and I overheard her speaking about our last encounter. ”

A stab of betrayal pierced Trish. Not that Laura had ever said she wouldn’t talk about Trish and Jordan’s visit, but Trish had considered it private. It hadn’t occurred to her Laura might gossip about it.

The shame of being aroused by Laura’s vulnerable and exposed position didn’t go away, but Trish’s guilt about seeing her friend that way certainly did.

Gossip wasn’t unforgivable, and Trish had never asked Laura to keep their time together in confidence …

but Trish felt a strange sense of satisfaction at knowing there would be retribution.

Especially since Laura had asked to be disciplined for gossip—which also took Trish aback, somewhat.

She couldn’t imagine asking to be punished for anything.

Not that she needed to. Jordan had laid down plenty of rules for her to follow.

All Trish had to do was move around too much in the morning or try to pick out her own clothes in order to provoke a spanking.

Of course, she didn’t provoke them on purpose …

did she? No. No, of course not. Even though her orgasms were often incredibly intense after being spanked or when he was rough with her, of course, she didn’t try to incite punishment. That would be … far too shameful.

As Marek continued to roughly rub Laura’s bottom, as if warming her skin in preparation for strapping her cheeks, Jordan re-positioned Trish on his lap and pulled her dress off as he did.

The appreciative look Marek skimmed over her body as Jordan pulled Trish back against him, her legs splayed on either side of his, her pussy and breasts on display, made Trish flush a deep red, even as her arousal increased.

Why was Trish turned on with a small audience, when the larger one had nearly undone her?

She wished Jordan didn’t like to show her off so much—although she appreciated that he took more care with her modesty when they were in the Wolf’s main room now—but Trish hated facing the part of herself that was aroused by a small, intimate audience.

Still, she knew better than to try to fight Jordan on this, unless she wanted Marek and Laura to witness Trish receiving a punishment, as well.

Jordan’s hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, kneading them as his forefinger and thumb sought her nipples to pinch. Marek stepped back from fondling Laura’s ass and raised the strap.

“A count of ten,” Marek told Laura, who let out a little, moaning noise Trish could barely hear because of the gag. “Hopefully, after this, you’ll remember gossip isn’t worth the consequences.”

Trish tensed and started to close her eyes, but a vicious pinch of her nipples had her eyes popping open again.

“Don’t look away,” Jordan murmured in Trish’s her ear just before Marek’s arm fell.

Thwap!

Her body jerked along with Laura’s as the leather bit into the other woman’s ass.

Trish’s bottom clenched in sympathy as Laura let out a muffled wail, her body bouncing slightly up and down despite her restraints.

Trish squirmed against Jordan’s cock as it pressed between her cheeks as if trying to push its way out of his pants, and she couldn’t take her eyes away from the bright-red stripe across the center of Laura’s ass, the way Laura’s bottom clenched and jiggled, or the shining gloss of her pussy as she quivered from the blow.

Thwap!

Another jerk from both women, and Trish panted heavily as Jordan continued to play with her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as his hands massaged her soft mounds.

Her thighs tried to tighten, to press together, as she stared at the matching parallel stripes across Laura’s ass.

With Jordan’s legs between hers, slightly spread, there was no way for Trish to get the pressure on her pussy she craved, and she squirmed as her need grew.

Thwap!

Laura’s sharp, muffled cries were changing, now sounding much more tearful, although her bottom hadn’t stopped doing its unhappy dance with every stroke that fell.

Still, Trish couldn’t stop staring at Laura’s pussy, which was as wet and swollen as ever, despite the three strokes of the strap that had turned her entire ass a bright pink.

Thwap!

The fourth blow landed across already-reddened areas, and Laura’s reaction was much more intense than before.

She jerked at her restraints, and the sound of her sobbing breaths meant she had to be crying by now.

Laura’s bottom squeezed and fell, the puckered star of her anus dancing as much as the rest of her ass.

Thwap!

Trish let out a little cry as Jordan lifted her up and moved her to the side.

He pushed her onto her back as he climbed on top of her, pulling off his shirt and undoing the front of his pants.

One of his hands pressed gently against her throat as he lined his cock up with her pussy, forcing her to turn toward Marek and Laura.

The other man watched with glittering eyes, pausing to rub Laura’s hot red ass with rough movements.

He took a break just to see Jordan sliding his cock into Trish’s wet-and-ready pussy.

Trish whimpered but didn’t look away—not with Jordan’s fingers wrapped gently but firmly around her throat, her body quivering underneath him as his cock began to slide into her wetness.

It felt far too good, and her body heated under Marek’s gaze as Jordan began to work himself into her pussy, stretching her hole and giving her exactly the stimulation she’d been craving.

Marek held Trish’s gaze for a moment longer before giving her a wicked grin and stepping back to raising his arm again, his focus diverting back to Laura’s punishment.

Thwap!

Jordan let out a guttural groan as he bottomed out in Trish’s pussy, his groin rubbing against hers as she clenched around him and the ever-present plug in her ass. She felt so good … so full … Was Laura aware her witnesses were now fucking as they watched her being punished?

Would it turn her on more to know?

Or was she too lost in the throbbing, burning pain of her strapping to care? Her ass was a hot, bright red now, and it made Trish shudder with horrified sympathy, even as she was fascinated by the changing color and Laura’s quivering movements.

Thwap!

With one hand still on Trish’s throat, Jordan began to move, thrusting deep and hard into her, although his head was turned to watch Laura being whipped. Trish was shocked by the jealousy that rose up as Jordan fucked her but watched another woman.

Thwap!

His cock pushed in and out of Trish with grindingly slow, rough movements, and he took his time fucking her as he watched Laura’s bright-red bottom dance for them.

Was he that entranced by the sight? Or was he thinking about doing something similar to Trish one day?

And why did that thought make her pussy clench and throb, even as she shuddered with horror?

Thwap!

Trish’s hands pressed against Jordan’s chest, but not as though she were trying to push him off. She didn’t push at all. She just touched him.

Startled blue eyes met hers as his head snapped back around in surprise, and Trish sucked in a breath. Why had she done that? Why had she just touched him?