Page 17 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

After the day with the Moonie couple, things began to change around the compound.

Jordan kept Trish by his side more often, although he gave her a small tablet so she could read or search the web or whatever she wanted online.

Well, she could do anything but send messages, at least. On the first day he’d given it to her, she’d seen the classes already uploaded to the tablet and recognized the coursework he’d interrupted when he’d kidnapped her—a lifetime ago—and she was surprised but not shocked.

Trish had also been touched and curious. When she’d asked him why, he’d said he didn’t want her falling too far behind, which was odd. While Jordan seemed to care for her in his own way, this had been the first indication that he cared for what she wanted as well as what he wanted from her.

Although trying to concentrate when he had her on his lap and was constantly stroking her sides, breasts, and legs under her skirt wasn’t easy.

Whenever she tried to squirm away, Trish’s wriggling would be met with a sharp slap to whatever part of her body Jordan had been caressing; unless he was stroking her side—then he’d just shift his hand down to slap her ass.

It was both frustrating and arousing and then frustrating again because she didn’t want to be turned on by it.

When she got to the end of a chapter, Trish took advantage of the time Jordan spent in the bathroom before bed to take the small test on the material.

She hadn’t retained nearly as much of it as she’d wanted to, and she made a face at the score displayed on the tablet as Jordan moved back into the room.

“What?” He reached out and pulled the tablet from her grasp before she could respond. He frowned. “You normally score much better than this.”

“I normally don’t have someone distracting me the whole time I’m studying,” Trish muttered under her breath and then flinched, shocked she’d let that bit of sass out, and waited for his reaction.

She eyed Jordan while he scrolled through her test answers as if he hadn’t heard what she’d said, which wasn’t possible.

His lack of reaction left her quaking because it was so unexpected.

Not that Trish had been that sassy, but, for her, it felt like a major leap.

It was something she normally would have held back; not just because she expected punishment—although that had been her immediate fear—but because it felt like banter.

Like the kind of interaction Trish had only ever had with someone she’d liked and trusted.

Trish hadn’t let people into her life easily. Too many were cruel or only interested in relationships for the advantages those relationships could bring. Since being taken by Jordan, though, she’d occasionally bantered with Laura or with Trix when she was in the kitchen or getting food.

And now with Jordan.

Trish curled in on herself, holding her knees to her suddenly aching chest as she faced the fact that she was more comfortable with him than she ought to be.

Jordan shook his head and put the tablet down, giving her a wicked little smile that set her heart racing. “If you’re being distracted, you’ll just have to try harder. Tomorrow you’ll take the test again. In the meantime …”

He reached out and snagged her ankle, and Trish squealed as he pulled her toward him. The little leap in her chest was fear but … not terror. The fear wasn’t even real fear: it was more like excitement and anxiety mixed up into one jumbled, confusing emotion.

She was more confused as he sat down on the bed and took her wrist, pulling her upright and over his lap.

“Wait—what? What did I do?”

While Jordan might spank Trish during sex when she wasn’t being punished for anything, he’d never put her over his knee before without a reason.

“Eleven answers incorrect.” He flipped her skirt up and pressed her shoulders down.

Seriously?! He would spank her for not doing well on a test of material she wasn’t even in real school for?

“Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll think about this and focus more.”

Smack!

The weirdest emotion ran through Trish as Jordan’s hand fell on her ass.

This wasn’t punishment because she’d done something he didn’t like or disobeyed an order. This was because Jordan wanted her to do well at something Trish also wanted to do well at. It was a kind of encouragement.

Smack!

“Ow!” His hand felt harder than a paddle, smacking down across the center of her ass again, right over the spot he’d swatted before, making her skin blaze. Her cheeks clenched, renewing her awareness of the plug inside her, which had become all too easy to forget sometimes.

Trish might not like this kind of encouragement. It hurt, even if it did make her feel all weirdly warm and fuzzy inside. She might not like that, either.

Smack!

Jordan wasn’t holding back. Even though the third blow was focused on her right cheek, she felt it as hard as she had the second, which had landed on already pink skin.

Smack!

Left cheek. Trish let out a little cry, kicking her legs as the sting burned and tears sparked in her eyes. Why did he care about a stupid test?!

Smack!

Right back in the middle. Trish howled. The center of her bottom pulsed with stinging heat.

Jordan paused for a moment and rubbed his hand over her abused skin, making Trish whimper as his palm roughly abraded her reddened flesh. Then he lifted his hand again.

Smack!

“Why do you even care?!” Trish wailed, trying to thrash on his lap to no avail. Jordan held her in place easily, as if her efforts were no stronger than a butterfly’s.

“You want to do well at your courses, don’t you?” His tone made it clear he didn’t expect an answer. “So, I’m helping you.”

“I don’t want your help!”

How had she managed the courage to be so blunt? Trish cringed. It was another indication of how comfortable she’d become in their strange relationship.

“You have it anyway,” he said cheerfully.

Trish kicked her legs in response. If she could have kneed him, she would have, but he easily swiveled his lower leg to wrap around hers and hold them in place, keeping her ass high in the air.

Smack!

She howled again, gripping the sheets as his paddle-like hand smacked against her roasted cheeks.

“And if you do well tomorrow, you won’t have to go through this again.”

Smack!

As he delivered the last of the eleven swats, leaving Trish’s bottom red-hot and throbbing, she swore to herself she would do better tomorrow because being spanked for not accomplishing something she should have easily had a handle on was not fun!

And Jordan seemed to enjoy having a real reason to spank her far too much.

His cock had been pressing into her the whole time, as his hand cracked against her bottom again and again, and Trish cried out and tried to kick as tears slid down her face.

As soon as he was done, Jordan lifted Trish up and placed her on the bed, still bent over, so her weight was on her knees and elbows.

She whimpered as he ran his lips down her back and his hands slid up her sides.

The rasp of his hair over her sensitized cheeks sent a tingling shiver up Trish’s spine as his hands cupped her breasts.

His right hand was a good deal warmer than his left, since that was the one he’d used to spank her.

The heat seared her breast as squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, his tongue licking over the hot skin of her ass and tracing little patterns on the fiery surface.

Trish whimpered as her hard nipples pressed into his palms, her pussy already aching for pleasure now that her spanking was over.

Spanking and pleasure had become irrevocably linked in her mind, as had erotic pain.

His fingers tweaked her nipples, making them ache for more stimulation – it didn’t matter what kind.

She pressed her face into the mattress and moaned, trying to muffle her sound of pleasure as Jordan’s tongue slid up the length of her slit, her ass high in the air as though she were presenting herself to him.

The bed dipped as he straightened up and placed his knees on either side of her legs, caging her in, towering over her from behind.

Jordan’s hands slid away from her breasts to rest on her hot ass and spread her cheeks open.

She whimpered as his cock pressed against her wet pussy, aching for him to shove inside her, even as her bottom throbbed in his hands.

Instead of thrusting in hard, Jordan pushed in slowly.

Firmly. Her inner muscles burned with the long, slow glide of his entrance.

Trish moaned and tried to push back against him without thinking, but his hands on her cheeks kept her pinned down and at his mercy, unable to back herself onto his cock no matter how her pussy ached.

The feel of his calloused hands against her hot, sensitized skin only intensified the need racing through her.

She cried out into the mattress as Jordan began fucking her with slow, languid strokes and kneaded her freshly spanked ass.

Trish writhed beneath him, her pussy shuddering with every deep stroke of his cock.

Her ass squeezed the plug as his body bumped against the base, jostling it inside her and adding to the growing pleasure curling through her core.

When Jordan slid his hands away from her ass, it was so he could lean forward, one hand moving up to cup her breast, the other around her hip to her clit.

The tiny bud was already slick with juices, and Trish cried out as Jordan’s fingers rubbed the bundle of nerves, making her clench around him as her orgasm threatened.

His body was all around hers, his front pressed to her back, his lips on the back of her neck, completely taking her over …

He began to thrust harder, faster, his body pressing the plug deeper into her ass as he began to pound into her pussy.

The fingers on her clit circled, and Trish screamed as her orgasm hit her hard and fast, throbbing through her in ecstatic pulses of heat and pleasure.

She clenched and shuddered as Jordan fucked her relentlessly, his hand giving her breast one last squeeze before coming down to press against the mattress for leverage so he could slam his cock into her more forcefully.

Trish tried to squirm away from his fingers still insistently rubbing against her clit as the pleasure started to become too intense, the sensations too overwhelming to be enjoyable.

“Please!” She tried to reach down to grasp his hand and pull it away from the tiny, overworked organ.

Not that she had the slightest chance of pulling his muscled arm away from whatever he wanted to do, but Jordan didn’t care.

He grabbed both her wrists and pulled them above her head, his thrusts stopping only for as long as it took him to cuff her wrists to the headboard, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Then he started moving again, fucking her just as hard, as his finger slid back down to Trish’s clit to elicit more torturous pleasure from her.

Jordan wrung two more orgasms from her while he steadily fucked her from behind, and Trish’s body went limp as she sobbed from the erotic overstimulation. Only then did Jordan take a last, few, forceful strokes of his cock into her pussy before he let himself go and came.

He left her wrists cuffed above her head and turned himself and Trish onto their sides, his cock still inside her as he cradled her in his arms, his warm body wrapped around hers. Despite the cuffs, despite the strange sensation of his cock slowly softening inside her, Trish easily fell asleep.

The next day, she managed to get all the questions on the chapter test correct, and Jordan rewarded her with chocolate cake and an erotic spanking that had her squirming over his lap before he flipped her onto her back and ate his portion of the cake off of her body.