Page 15 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

As Jordan’s fingers teased her pussy, skillfully arousing her even further, Trish found it easier to move her lips toward Bella’s.

His hand rested on the small of Trish’s back, holding her down and in place, his fingers moving closer to where her body craved it most as she moved closer to Bella.

The message was clear—Trish would get her pleasure when she began to give some to the other woman.

Gathering her courage, Trish moved right to Bella’s center and took a long lick between her lips. The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet, but not horrible, and Bella let out a low moan of pleasure, which helped to encourage Trish.

She didn’t know what she was doing, but Trish knew what she liked for herself by now, at least. Jordan’s fingers slid inside her pussy as she started to take long, slow licks up and down Bella’s wet folds while the other woman squirmed in her restraints.

Bella tried to buck her hips, and Trish finally understood what it was like to be on the other side of the equation; the little rush of power she got from controlling Bella’s pleasure, from doing what she wanted while Bella was held open and unable to resist.

It was heady and a bit shocking … especially because Trish didn’t hate the feeling.

Jordan’s fingers pumped inside her, stoking her arousal and rewarding her for pleasuring Bella, which made it nearly impossible to be upset with herself for enjoying this.

Trish nearly cried out in disappointment when his fingers slid away, and then she did cry out into Bella’s pussy as Jordan’s cock replaced his fingers.

He had to be enjoying watching her orally pleasure Bella; his cock was rock-hard inside her, splitting her open, and his thrusts were faster than his normal pace.

Trish’s sounds of enjoyment were muffled by Bella’s pussy, and, as her pleasure grew, she found herself licking and sucking at Bella’s soft folds more intently, as though building the woman’s pleasure would cause her own to grow even faster.

Bella gasped and jerked against her restraints.

“Oh fuck … please …” She writhed, and Trish sucked harder in response, as though her thoughts had melted away into nothing but sex and pleasure.

Trish’s pussy spasmed in reaction to Bella’s moans and impending climax, and Jordan’s cock battered through Trish’s squeezing muscles, making her writhe as he clamped his hands tightly on her hips and rode her hard and fast. Every time he thrust home, his balls swung forward to slap against her clit, her ass jiggling with the force of his thrusts, and she clenched hard as the growing pleasure rippled through her.

As Bella began to cry out in ecstasy, Trish sucked hard on her clit, her own pussy convulsing as though it were connected to Bella’s, and her own orgasm began to spiral.

She screamed into Bella’s drenched folds as Jordan groaned, his fingers digging into Trish’s hips.

He slammed into her from behind, rubbing his groin over the curves of her backside as her orgasm rocked her with waves of rapture.

Inside her, the warm heat of his cum pulsed and filled her with hot liquid.

Instead of holding himself inside her, Jordan pulled away before he went soft, and Trish let her head drop down between Bella’s thighs.

The taste of the other woman filled Trish’s mouth, and she tried to drum up some disgust for what she had done …

but was unsuccessful. Maybe it was because she’d saved herself and Bella from everything that was happening in the Wolf’s main room?

Jordan turned Trish around on her knees and pulled her up so his glistening cock was in front of her face, and she caught a glimpse of the orgy happening in the main room.

Rather than the show Trish had expected, it looked like everyone was just fucking each other.

Memories of the stories previous day-captives had told flitted through Trish’s mind.

Maybe they hadn’t been exaggerating as much as she’d always assumed.

No wonder people on the Moon had this idea of the Wolf as a sexually deviant overlord, too obsessed with his own pleasures to be anything really dangerous. They were wrong to think that, Trish now knew, but it was clear how he’d carefully cultivated that image of himself.

“Clean me off, little girl,” Jordan murmured, drawing her attention back to him.

Cum leaked out of her and slid down her inner thigh as Trish leaned forward to take his soft cock in her mouth, placing her hands on his thighs to help balance herself.

Jordan’s fingers slid through her hair as she pulled away, sliding her lips over his flesh, and began licking up the shiny juices covering him.

The taste of sex filled her mouth, and Trish wasn’t surprised when he jerked a little as she slid her lips back over his shaft.

The way he stroked her hair was tender, a soothing reward for being a good girl and doing as he’d told her.

Would Trish have tried to resist if he hadn’t warned her about behaving beforehand?

She didn’t know. Part of her wanted to think she would have, but another part of her knew it would have been stupid.

And, no matter how messed up her head became, Trish did try not to be blatantly stupid.

Doing something she knew would end in nothing but pain for her was blatantly stupid, since it wasn’t as though she had a chance of escape.

Jordan’s hand tightened in her hair and pulled her mouth away, and Trish obediently sat back, waiting to see what he would do.

It was only as he pulled her back that she realized she was suckling his cock and feeling it grow in her mouth.

It was as though she’d been on autopilot, only waking up when he’d taken control of her again.

A small thread of disappointment wound through her when he moved away and walked across the room to a desk to open drawers. Trish turned her gaze away from Jordan and the uncomfortable emotions he was stirring in her and looked up at the vid screen.

Alex was bound to a large wooden frame, his arms above his head and his legs chained to the floor about shoulder-width apart.

Behind him, a lustful expression on his face, the Wolf whipped Alex’s shoulders and ass with a long, many-stranded, leather whip.

A woman knelt before Alex, her head bobbing up and down as she eagerly sucked his cock.

It wasn’t the Moonie woman—she was in the background, sandwiched between two of the Wolf’s soldiers as she watched the erotic tableau of pain and pleasure the trio in the center presented.

The woman on her knees was probably Ember, one of the soldiers Trish often saw around the compound, who watched Alex swim in the mornings.

Movement behind Trish had her twisting around to see Jordan approaching Bella with a large, long rubber toy in his hand. It had three huge prongs and one smaller, like a row of cocks. There was a big gap between the two larger prongs, although the smaller sat closely to the larger one next to it.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Bella stammered, her voice full of apprehension and fear as Jordan approached her.

Jordan didn’t answer, and Trish watched with fascination as he crouched down before Bella’s splayed pussy and began to push one of the large prongs inside, the smaller headed straight for her crinkled anus.

The sight of Jordan pushing the toy into Bella did something strange to Trish. He was so focused on his task, so focused on Bella … something unpleasant curled in Trish’s stomach. A fluttering, tightening sensation, almost like nausea, pushing its way up the back of her throat.

Bella made a whining noise as the second prong began to push into her ass, filling both her holes, and Jordan reached up to pinch her nipple.

“Quiet,” he ordered, using the same, dominant tone he often did with Trish when she moved out of the position he’d put her in.

It felt like her stomach was curdling, and Trish had the insane urge to do something—anything—that would draw Jordan’s attention back to her.

An impulse she pushed back because … well … it was insane.

Jordan did something that attached the toy to the chair, and then stood up. Two of the prongs were buried deep inside Bella, who panted slightly, her brown eyes glassy, and the third prong jutted up between her legs like an obscene parody of a cock.

He turned around and held his hand out to Trish, and her insides quivered as his eyes refocused on her, desire already dancing in them.

Desire for Trish? Or for Bella?

Trish walked over slowly, with a nervous look for Bella, although she had a guess as to what Jordan wanted. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to do anything more with Bella.

Because she didn’t like Jordan’s attention being on Bella.

Now that Trish had admitted the problem existed, she hoped she could work past it and get over it. Get rid of it.

“Climb on Pet’s lap, little girl. I want to see you riding that cock.”

Shivering, Trish moved forward, avoiding Bella’s gaze. She spread her legs wide, straddled Bella’s lap, and began to lower herself.

The cock was large and thick, but Trish’s pussy was still wet from being fucked by Jordan and she had no problems sliding it into her, even as her muscles burned from being stretched.

Bella moaned as Trish slid down the length of the cock, working up and down on it to fully impale herself, which made the toy jiggle and move inside Bella, as well.

Trish could feel Jordan’s eyes on her as she moved, and that sick sense of jealousy curled around her growing arousal and pleasure.

“Keep bouncing, little girl, and kiss Pet.”