Page 16 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

As if to prove to herself she truly didn’t care about where Jordan’s focus was, Trish leaned forward and kissed Bella full on the lips.

She pressed her tongue into Bella’s mouth, her pussy squeezing around the cock as Bella’s fuller breasts rubbed against Trish’s stiff nipples.

It felt good. It felt wrong. More jealousy wound its way through Trish as Bella’s curves pressed against her. Was Jordan admiring Bella’s body?

Strong fingers wrapped around Trish’s wrist and lifted it, making her shudder all over again as Jordan cuffed her to the back of the chair.

When his fingers slid between her and Bella’s bodies, and Trish felt him cupping Bella’s breast, playing with her nipple, the explosion of jealousy that erupted within her knocked her back for a moment.

She was still kissing Bella, but it was as though Trish’s mind had disconnected from her body, leaving her fighting with her own emotions … until Bella shrieked against her lips.

Trish pulled back as much as she could to see what was happening. A shiny clamp now decorated Bella’s nipple, a short chain hanging from it, and Trish let out a little whine as Jordan pinched Trish’s nipple, pulling her back closer to Bella.

“No, please, don’t, Sir!” Trish begged, remembering to tack on the ‘Sir’ at the last moment in hopes he wouldn’t be upset with her forgetfulness in disobeying him.

“Be a good girl and hold still,” he said firmly, his eyes flashing in warning as he gave her ass a hefty smack with his free hand. The pain flared as her pussy clenched down, and Trish arched. “You can take it.”

“Ow, ow, ow,” Trish chanted as he closed the clamp around her nipple, the pleasurable pain slicing through her.

She could take it. It wasn’t about the clamps—she just didn’t want to be connected to Bella in this way. And Trish definitely didn’t want to think about why she didn’t want to be connected to Bella. She had very mixed feelings about all this.

Jordan moved around to the other side of the chair and connected Trish’s and Bella’s other nipples in the same way.

Now, when either of them moved, their nipples tugged on each other’s, sending shockwaves of pleasure down to Trish’s pussy.

From the expression on Bella’s face, Trish could only assume the other woman experienced the same meld of pain and pleasure.

They both cried out as Jordan smacked Trish’s ass because her body jerked, her back arching, and the movement caused the chain to yank on her and Bella’s clamped nipples.

As Trish shuddered from the sharp, fiery smack Jordan had landed on her ass, the cock inside her came to life, buzzing and vibrating and making her pussy spasm around it.

Smack!

Trish cried out again as Jordan began spanking her, hard.

It was punishment for her trying to disobey him, for begging him not to do something.

Smack!

Her ass burned, her pussy clenched, and her nipples throbbed in their confinement. She wished she’d just kept her mouth shut.

Smack!

Trying to resist, having already been warned of the consequences, had been stupid.

Smack!

Her ass burned with every swat of his hand, but it just made her hotter. Wetter. The toy buzzing inside her had Trish’s pussy creaming. This would hurt later.

Each time he spanked her, Trish’s body lifted in response to the hard slaps, but Bella was restrained so tightly to the chair she couldn’t move upward with Trish, so each swat was a double punishment as Trish’s ass and nipples both received their dose of stinging, throbbing pain.

The fake cock moved inside her as she bounced with the slap and then sank back down to relieve the pressure on her nipples, as though Jordan’s swats forced her to fuck Bella.

When he finally stopped, Trish’s entire body throbbed, and she could no longer tell if it was with pain or pleasure.

Her pussy creamed, dripping down onto Bella, and Trish was so close to coming her mind had gone fuzzy with need.

She slumped down against Bella, her body pulsing, yet her muscles were too watery to move.

Bella squirmed under her, rubbing her chest against Trish’s clamped nipples and reigniting little sparks of pain in the tender buds.

Then she felt Jordan’s presence at her back, his large warmth hovering just behind her, and the slick head of his cock pressed against her asshole.

Fear slid through her as he began to push against her anus, one hand coming up to hold her hot cheek and keep it open to make easier entry for his cock. Trish didn’t want to protest, but how would he fit? The cock inside her pussy was already too big, and Trish’s fear nearly swamped her.

“Please, Sir, it’s too big. It’s too much.”

She didn’t want another spanking, but Trish was more afraid he would tear her apart.

“Shhh, it’ll fit,” Jordan said, his voice soothing but wicked. “Pet’s stuffed in both holes, just ask her.”

Trish had seen the part of the toy that had gone into Bella’s ass: it wasn’t as big as Jordan’s cock. Trish knew what his cock in her ass felt like, but he’d never put it there when her pussy was already stuffed full. She couldn’t imagine how he would fit.

Trish pulled upward, the clamps tugging on her nipples as Bella arched underneath her, preventing a complete retreat as the agony in Trish’s nipples flared.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase,” Trish begged, her voice a long squeak that went higher and higher as Jordan ignored her, sliding the slick length of his cock into her ass.

It burned.

It stretched her almost unbearably.

It felt like she was so full she could barely breathe because there wasn’t enough room in her body for air.

But it fit.

Trish let out a strangled sob and allowed Jordan to pull her down again so she was completely full in the back and front.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh above her hips to control Trish’s movements as he began fuck her ass, which forced her to fuck the cock that connected her to Bella.

Trish’s nipples throbbed angrily in the clamps, already protesting their abuse after she’d tried to escape Jordan’s cock, and now as they bounced and jolted while he fucked her ass.

The sensations were overwhelming. Hot. Rapturous. Terrifying.

Trish was drowning in sensations. The air she managed to gasp was never enough with Jordan’s cock forcing it out of her on a breathy moan with every thrust.

When her orgasm hit, it slammed into her like a freight train, as though it were affecting every part of Trish’s body at once.

She curved, spasmed, and exploded under the intense pressure.

Jordan’s arms wrapped around her from behind, supporting Trish as her head fell back, and he thrust up into her body, impaling her on his rock-hard cock as he began to come.

Despite Bella’s presence, it was like the other woman wasn’t there.

After bathing the two exhausted women, which had been fun, Jordan had the soldiers come collect Bella—who had some nice jiggle to her, even if he didn’t find her as attractive as his Trish—to return her to the Wolf’s room, while he brushed and braided Trish’s hair and then tucked her into bed.

As much as he wanted to join her, Jordan had one last duty to perform before he could. It was hard to leave her as she snuggled into him, wanting to be cuddled. Jordan was pleased by her responses.

Unlike women he’d tried to have relationships with before, Trish seemed to like him better as time went on. She touched him. Trusted him. Looked to him for protection. Accepted her punishments when she disobeyed him. And she was always wet for him.

Marek had been right; the female soldiers weren’t the right fit for Jordan.

They were willing to play at submission, but none of them had been truly submissive.

None of them had needed him the way Trish had.

Now she wasn’t lonely, and he would make sure she had everything she’d been working toward before he’d taken her, the same way Marek had for Laura.

Jordan dropped a kiss to his sleeping babygirl’s lips and reluctantly pulled away from her.

He’d gotten the call that the orgy in the main room was over. Jordan met the two Moonies, freshly washed and fed, outside the room they’d been given to freshen up in. They were both glowing from the experience, although they also looked exhausted.

“So? I told you I could get you in, didn’t I?” He gave them a genial smile he didn’t feel.

Not that they were paying attention. The Moonies never did.

Jordan expected to be identified out on the street—after all, he was a big man with unusually colored hair—but it was as though they couldn’t keep both the memory of him and of their experiences.

And they always worked more to hold onto the memory of their experiences.

Maybe the Moon regularly used a diluted form of the memory drug to keep its population under control. That, or these idiots didn’t think about how Jordan might be important, no matter that he’d gotten them access.

“That was amazing,” the young woman gushed, leaning against the man as Jordan escorted them back to the cars. “Was that you up on the screen with Bella and the other girl?”

“Yes,” Jordan said, his voice a bit clipped. Like most of the other Moonies, these two hadn’t caught the tiny soundbite about Trish’s disappearance. No one cared about her, while Alex and Bella would be instantly recognized for the rest of their lives.

Fucking idiots.

Then again, Jordan’s little girl wouldn’t like the attention, so maybe it was for the best, but he was still indignant on her behalf.

Ignoring the happy chatter of the two Moonies, Jordan got them loaded up, blindfolded, and took them right back to their hotel. The first thing they’d be doing—even before they took the naps they desperately needed—would be calling the news stations.

On his ride back to the compound, as he hurried to get back to cuddle up with Trish, Jordan turned on the radio.

“… say they were taken by the Wolf today and saw both hostages. More on this story after these ads.”

He snorted.

Fucking Moonies.