Page 14 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

“The Wolf wants you to join him as well,” Zadia said, her eyes flickering to Trish with interest. It wasn’t sexual, but … there was something there that made Trish uneasy.

“No.” Jordan wrapped his arm around Trish. His tone of voice was firm. “Not in the main hall.”

“It’s that or a camera.” Zadia’s eyes slid back to Trish. There was something like apology in them, but also a hint of disappointment. “The Wolf wants a full show.”

Wariness filled Trish, and she leaned into Jordan’s side, hoping for his protection.

On the other side of the room, the two Moonies he’d come back with were huddled together, whispering, their eyes wide as they stared at the guards on the door.

The newcomers looked terrified and excited at the same time.

The first Trish could understand; the second … not so much.

Jordan cocked his head and looked down at her. His fingers toyed with the end of a lock of her hair, his expression softening.

“Little girl, you have a choice—we can be part of the show in the main hall, or we can be part of the show on video camera, but with no one else in the room.”

“Except Bella,” Zadia added. “The Wolf wants her to be part of your show for some reason.”

Shrugging, Jordan didn’t take his eyes off of Trish, who felt like she’d just stepped into a whirlwind of confusion.

Seriously? She had a choice? Except … it wasn’t really a choice, was it?

She had a choice about being watched up close and personally again or being watched at a more remote distance.

It shouldn’t have made her feel touched that Jordan was leaving the decision up to her, when really it wasn’t about whether or not they would have sex and be part of the Wolf’s show for the day captives, but about how they would be part of the show.

Trish shouldn’t have felt a tiny bit of softening in her defenses just because Jordan had asked her opinion.

Yet, she did. Stockholm, for sure. That had to be it.

Although, knowing it logically did nothing to change the way she felt about it.

Both Zadia and Jordan waited on her answer.

Trish didn’t want to be part of the show in the main room. Just having the two Moonies staring at her from across this room was making her skin crawl.

And it sounded like her decision could save Bella from being part of whatever the Wolf was going to do too.

Trish might not be able to do anything to help Alex, but she could help Bella.

“Video camera, please,” she whispered.

Jordan kept Trish away from the two Moonies, to her relief. Zadia escorted the new captives out of the room, accompanied by the guards, leaving Jordan and Trish alone. He cupped Trish’s face in his hands and tilted her head back so he could look in her eyes.

“You’re going to have to do exactly as I say,” he said calmly, his fingers gently stroking her cheek, “once the camera is on. If you’re a bad girl, you’ll regret it. Immediately.”

“Yes, Sir,” Trish whispered. She wasn’t sure why she’d called him that, other than how remote he seemed right now—a little scarier than usual.

Of course, this was also the first time she would be on display for the Wolf and anyone else other than Marek and Laura; the first time anyone else would be able to see how Trish and Jordan interacted sexually.

Constantly surrounded by soldiers, knowing it was pointless to fight back, Trish had never given Jordan any trouble.

Every so often, in private, she might try small rebellions.

Shifting her position when he’d told her to hold still.

Balking at the outfit he’d picked out for her.

Shutting the door to the bathroom fully.

Sometimes he seemed amused, but he usually spanked her, although not always hard.

The stern glint he got in his eye when they were in public, in front of the people he led, had deterred her from testing him there.

It was bad enough when Trish earned a punishment; she didn’t need a public one.

“You’re going to lick Bella’s pussy,” he said, with the air of doing her a favor by telling her ahead of time, so she could get used to the idea.

Trish made a face. “I don’t want to.”

“But you’re going to,” Jordan said. “Unless you’d prefer our part of the show be Bella watching you get a spanking, and then licking her pussy. You didn’t do it of your own accord your first day here, but you’re going to do it today.”

Thereby proving his mastery over Trish. It was all part of the show. It made sense, but she made a face, a bit of surly resentment rising inside her.

Jordan chuckled and lowered his mouth to take a kiss from her. She tried to ignore the warmth that spread through her: the tingles that had started as soon as he’d told her what he required. It wasn’t all about showing everyone how he dominated her; he also liked to watch.

She wouldn’t be surprised if this was a precursor to eventually watching her and Laura together.

Trish pressed her thighs together and pretended the thought didn’t turn her on at all.

When had she become such a deviant?

When had this all started to feel so normal?

She hated herself a little for understanding so well what the Wolf was setting up; what Jordan was setting up.

The Wolf would put on a show for the day-captives.

They’d see Alex in the main room. They’d see Bella and Trish on the vid screens.

Whether or not they recognized Trish, they’d see Bella and be even more excited by the illicitness of watching something they couldn’t be a part of.

Jordan would be seen indulging with Trish: everyone would see her obeying his orders, doing something she’d initially been too petrified and horrified to do.

As if he hadn’t clearly claimed her. It was Jordan’s way of showing off, just like having the day-captives as an audience was the Wolf’s way.

The two men just had different target audiences.

Jordan finished the kiss and pulled away, his face still hovering over hers. “You’re going to be a good girl and lick Bella’s pussy, little one, and you’ll be rewarded for good behavior. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you, and neither of us wants that.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Jordan liked to spank Trish.

And, when she was honest with herself, she could admit that sometimes she liked his spankings.

Just not the real ones. Not the ones meant to punish. But he couldn’t lose face in front of his soldiers, which meant he needed her to cooperate.

At least she wouldn’t be doing this with an audience she could see.

“Yes Sir,” Trish whispered again, hating the tendril of excitement that curled through her.

It wasn’t the same kind of excitement the Moonies had exhibited.

She wasn’t excited about being part of a show.

But … part of her responded to Jordan’s deep voice, his authority, and the gleam of excitement in his icy-blue eyes.

His arousal meant her pleasure, always, and her body had become accustomed to an orgasm soon after he started using that tone of voice.

The door opened and Jordan looked up, although he kept his hand on Trish’s chin. She slid her eyes to the side to see what was happening.

Bella came in, naked as always, escorted by two soldiers.

Everything began to move quickly after that.

Jordan told Trish to stay still and left her standing there to watch as he and one of the soldiers strapped Bella down to what resembled a chair, except that the seat was split down the center, and it was pushed open to spread her thighs wide once the men had her secured.

The other soldier turned on the vid screen in front of the chair and tuned in to the main room, where the Wolf’s show was beginning.

The Wolf was pushing Alex forward, and Alex moved as though in a daze.

There was something about the way his eyes were unfocused and the slackness of his muscles that told Trish he had probably been drugged.

The two Moonies looked thrilled as Alex and the Wolf advanced on them, and the woman was soon on her back on the bed in the center of the dais, Alex fucking her hard, while the man knelt in front of the Wolf and sucked his cock.

As always, watching made Trish want to squirm as heat curled in her stomach.

The two soldiers left, and Jordan pulled Trish’s dress off, tossing it away before going to the side of the room and pushing a button. When she didn’t see anything happen, Trish could only assume it had turned on a camera somewhere.

“Come on, little girl,” Jordan said behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder and pushing her down to her hands and knees, where she faced Bella rather than the vid screen.

He patted Trish’s bottom, not too hard, but as a reminder of what would happen if she didn’t behave herself. “Make Pet feel better.”

Trish crawled forward and wasn’t surprised to see Bella’s splayed pussy was wet, too.

The other woman watched her come with both resignation and anticipation, not protesting when Trish began to kiss the insides of her thighs, trying to motivate herself to move closer to Bella’s pussy.

Her skin was soft, and the musky, sweet scent of Bella’s arousal wasn’t unpleasant, at all.

It was a bit weird, as though Trish were having an out-of-body experience; as though it wasn’t really her doing these things.

It was easier—smarter—to obey Jordan right now.

Everything would be all right as long as she did what he said.

Behind her, Jordan knelt down, and his hand slid up her thigh to tease the outer shell of her pussy, and Trish wanted to whimper.

Were people watching already? The sounds coming from the vid screen hadn’t changed.

There were moans and groans, hot cries, and the slapping of wet flesh against flesh, but nothing to indicate anyone was watching what was happening in this small room.