Page 12 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

Her hands fell away, but it was too late. A wicked grin curved his face, and, when the last blow landed on Laura’s ass, the hardest blow yet by the sound of her stifled scream, Jordan still didn’t look away from Trish.

Thwap!

“I think our friends enjoyed watching you being punished,” Marek said, and there was a slight scraping sound as he turned the apparatus Laura was restrained to.

Trish looked over, thankful for a reason to look away from Jordan now, even though she’d practically invited his attention, to see Laura had been turned to face them.

Her tear-streaked face was full of remorse as she met Trish’s eyes …

yet there was arousal in them too, especially as Jordan continued to grind into Trish on the couch, his thumb caressing her throat.

“Now I’m going to fuck this naughty ass, and you’re not going to come, are you? ”

Laura made a whining sound like a wounded animal as Marek stepped out of his pants behind her.

Trish’s pussy clenched as she watched him oil up his cock and loom over Laura’s helpless body from behind.

Trish saw the moment he began to shove into Laura’s ass because Laura’s body bucked, her eyes bulging at the ungentle thrust. Laura strained, her tears flowing again as Marek began fucking her ass hard, not giving her time to adjust the way Jordan always did with Trish.

Trish squeaked in dismay and pleasure as Jordan began to fuck her harder, as well.

He kept one hand rubbing her throat while he looped the other arm around Trish’s leg to spread her further open for his cock.

Jordan began to move harder and faster, as if spurred on by Marek’s efforts.

Now, he pounded into Trish, and she writhed on his cock as her need to climax spiraled, growing stronger, more insistent with every stoke of his dick in and out of her body.

He bent over her, driving her into the couch, and Trish could hear the hot, wet sound of Marek’s cock piercing Laura’s ass, Laura’s muffled sobs, and both men’s groans of pleasure melding with her own moans as her pussy began to quiver and throb.

Jordan ground himself against her clit, and Trish’s body tensed and released as she cried out with ecstasy.

She spasmed around his cock as she came, her hands coming back up to cling to his shoulders as she writhed in heated rapture.

Hot liquid pulsed, and another orgasm rolled through her at Jordan’s hoarse cry, his cock throbbing as he came inside her, filling her with his cum.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers tightened around her throat, which both scared her and somehow made the pleasure more intense.

She was almost lightheaded, her heart pounding, yet her orgasm didn’t stop—it flowed through her as Jordan moved, her pussy milking him until he was drained.

The sounds of sex continued as Jordan came to rest on top of her, his lips feathering kisses around her hairline.

Trish shivered underneath him and opened her eyes to see Marek still roughly fucking Laura’s ass.

Laura’s expression was torn between pain and pleasure, and Trish recognized the wild look of a woman who was desperately trying not to orgasm—except Trish and Bella always tried not to out of shame.

Laura was striving not to in order to obey Marek.

What would that be like?

Marek groaned and shoved hard and deep into Laura, his head tipping back, muscles straining, and Laura shuddered, looking relieved.

Relieved because her punishment was over? Or because she hadn’t disobeyed Marek by orgasming?

Soft bristles moved against Trish’s fingertips as Jordan moved his lips over her temple, his cock softening inside her. But the bristles weren’t moving—she was. Trish was stroking the patch of hair in the center of Jordan’s chest. Her fingers stilled.

“Don’t stop …” he whispered, almost pleading. His hand moved, covering hers and pressing it against his chest, but Trish couldn’t make herself move.

Emotions rose inside her, conflicted and battering at her.

As if sensing her turmoil and realizing he wouldn’t get what he wanted, Jordan sighed and lifted himself up and away, pulling Trish with him so she straddled his lap.

She twisted to look at Laura, who let out little, panting moans as Marek removed the clamps from her nipples and clit, rubbing and sucking the small buds as he soothed her and told her she’d taken her punishment like a good girl.

Jordan’s hand rubbed against Trish’s lower back as she watched, but he didn’t try to regain her attention.

The look on Laura’s face as Marek helped her up from the bench was one of adoration.

No matter that her nipples were a darker red than her ass, no matter that she’d taken a strapping and rough anal sex as a punishment—she looked at him as though he’d hung the stars in the sky.

And Marek looked at her in a way Trish found disturbingly familiar; his expression was akin to one Jordan often wore when he looked at Trish.

Marek scooped Laura’s trembling form up in his arms and spared Jordan and Trish a quick smile. “I doubt Laura will be indulging in any more gossip about you from now on. I hope you found the punishment sufficient?”

“Oh yes.” Jordan’s voice thick with satisfaction. “Thank you for inviting us to watch.”

His eyes slid over to the thing Laura had been strapped down to, and then to Trish, and she couldn’t help but shiver again. She was sure he was imagining what she would look like, bent over and restrained on such a piece of equipment.

The only problem was, Trish wasn’t sure if she was shivering from fear or desire.