Page 19 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

“No, no, no, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!” Trish wailed as another orgasm ripped through her.

It was the fifth climax in a row she’d had in the past hour.

Her body was swollen, throbbing all over, and tears slid from her eyes at the overstimulation.

Beside her on the bed, wrists also bound and attached to the headboard, Laura writhed, her pleas having given way to her cries of pained pleasure.

Both women had their ankles forcibly spread by and cuffed to bars, and a smugly chuckling man kneeling between their thighs.

Trish didn’t know what had given Marek and Jordan the idea to see which of them could wring the most orgasms from their woman, but she did know she didn’t like this game.

Her poor clit felt as though it were swollen to three times its normal size, and her stomach muscles hurt from all the clenching of her lower body.

Sliding his fingers from her throbbing pussy, Jordan pushed them into his mouth and cleaned off the juices as Trish let out a shuddering breath, her body slumping against the bed. He tilted his head to the side and fisted his cock with his free hand while he looked down at her.

Sweat glistened on Trish’s skin as she panted for breath, her leg muscles quivering as she instinctively tried to close them again and protect her poor pussy from any more of his insistent stimulation.

When Jordan had said they were going over to Marek and Laura’s to play games, this was not what she’d expected.

Then again, she hadn’t known what to expect.

“I think our girls might be just about orgasmed out.” Jordan’s voice lilted with amusement.

“Oh, surely not.” Marek stroked his finger down Laura’s stomach and made her whimper.

Trish turned her head to see her friend shivering as Marek’s finger slid over her mound and dipped into her pussy.

The sight was arousing, but Trish didn’t want to be aroused anymore.

What she wanted was to be able to close her legs.

And sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing.

Marek cocked his head at Laura’s subdued moan. “I’m pretty sure I can get at least one more out of my pretty girl here, with a little help.”

Jordan leaned over and kissed Trish’s softening nipple, suckling it back to hardness as she whimpered and squirmed under his ministrations. He let her nipple go with a loud pop. “One more, babygirl—you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Noooo, please, no more,” Trish begged, more tears sparking in her eyes.

She wasn’t sure she could take it anymore.

Her body felt overworked, overused, and like all the energy had been sucked out of her.

Even the idea of another orgasm made her want to run far, far away.

Although she’d known too much pleasure could become painful, Trish hadn’t realized how wiped out multiple orgasms could make her feel.

Beside her, Laura begged too, her high voice joining in Trish’s pleas, which only spurred the two men on as identical, sadistic smiles spread across their faces.

Trish felt like crying.

Jordan moved out from between her legs and easily flipped her onto all fours, sliding the bar between her ankles up the bed so she was on her hands and knees.

Beside her, Laura moaned again as Marek began to kiss and fondle her breasts, which had to be extremely sensitive at this point.

So were Trish’s. As her nipples brushed against the soft sheets, she moaned like Laura had, tendrils of pleasure curling through her from the gentle stimulation.

Trish could try to fight Jordan all she wanted, but she couldn’t fight her body’s responses—and Jordan had become a master at manipulating them.

His hands moved up and down the backs of her thighs, kneading her ass cheeks and then sliding away from them again.

The tender, gentle touch was how he readied her body for another orgasm: he started by gentling her, soothing her, and then slowly stoked the fires of her desire again.

Trish didn’t think she had any desire left, but she had to admit Jordan’s hands felt good.

When she felt the tug on the plug in her ass, her eyes widened, and there was a momentary spurt of relief. Hopefully he would go ahead and fuck her now, and she wouldn’t have to come again.

Trish sighed as the plug slid from her ass, leaving her bottom pleasantly empty.

Then she let out a little gasp of shock as Jordan’s tongue slid over her wrinkled opening, teasing new nerve endings to life.

His wet tongue caressed her tiny hole, his hands kneading her cheeks, and Trish’s pussy quivered.

“Oh no …” She breathed out the words on a moan, and Laura looked over to see what was happening to Trish.

Laura’s eyes flashed with understanding, and another thread of arousal curled through Trish as she watched the other woman watching her.

As Laura’s eyes skimmed down Trish’s body to see Jordan’s hands pressed against her cheeks, spreading them, his tongue licking over her exposed anus, Trish shivered with arousal.

The unexpected and unfamiliar sensations had her start to squirm in a way she hadn’t thought was possible at this point.

Trish hadn’t believed she could be aroused again, but Jordan was proving her wrong.

His hands massaged her buttocks more roughly as he continued licking her, and her skin tingled as she squirmed, all too aware of the way her body responded, though she might die if she came again.

His tongue stiffened and pressed inside her, and Trish squealed at the shocking sensation.

While she was used to his fingers, the plug, his cock …

somehow, this was more intimate. More depraved.

More arousing. Trish didn’t know why she liked it so much but couldn’t deny her growing pleasure, despite how she might fight it.

A few minutes ago, she’d been wishing Jordan would fuck her and get it over with.

Now she was torn. Trish was almost afraid to come again but didn’t want to be left hanging, aroused and needy, either.

Laura looked as though she were caught in the throes of the same dilemma, her moans reluctant but increasingly impassioned as Marek focused his considerable skills on her vulnerable body.

Jordan pulled away, giving Trish a momentary reprieve from his tongue and hands, but, only a few moments later, the bed settled behind her as he knelt between her spread legs.

The head of his cock prodded at her slick anus and began to push in, and Trish moaned as her hole stretched.

He plugged her daily, but that only meant her muscles were used to accommodating something the size of the plug.

His cock was much larger, and, while the stretch wasn’t unbearable, it always burned.

She’d assumed he’d only pulled away to lube up his cock and ready it for the slick glide into her ass, until his hands came around her body, sliding over her skin and seeking her breasts.

On his right hand, on two fingers, he now wore two rings which held a single, small vibrator.

It buzzed against her skin, and Trish cried out at the way he would force the final orgasm from her while he fucked her ass.

Her nipple hardened further against the small-but-powerful toy as Jordan caressed her breasts, cupping them and using them to pull her back against him, pulling her body onto his thick cock.

Trish moaned at the intense sensation of being backed onto him, her narrow channel stretching and clenching around the rock-hard invader impaling her as her nipple buzzed with pleasure.

With his left hand, he pinched her other nipple, giving her both pleasure and pain as her bottom settled against his body, her ass stuffed full even as her pussy spasmed emptily.

She had a moment of wishing to be filled completely, perhaps sandwiched between him and Laura the way she had been between him and Bella, before Jordan began to move, and the hand with the vibrator ring began to slowly slide away from her breast and down her stomach.

The glide of his thick cock in and out of her body had her gasping as the sensations fueled her desire, igniting her hunger all over again.

It didn’t matter if she was throbbing and exhausted; the need was building again.

If Trish turned her head, she could watch Laura’s face as Marek mounted her; see the pleasure-pain of her friend’s reaction as Marek pushed his way into her swollen pussy, already overstimulated from all the orgasms. Was Trish grateful Jordan had chosen to use her ass instead?

Or did she envy the agonizing mix of too-painful pleasure Laura would endure from more stimulation to her pussy right now?

Especially as the vibrator neared her own pussy.

Trish let out little, sobbing breaths as Jordan’s fingers and the buzzing implement moved closer and closer with every thrust. Her body tightened in anticipation, her pussy tingling without being touched, and another orgasm churned deep in her core, spurred on by the slick, burning strokes of Jordan’s cock in her ass.

She was full but empty, teetering on the brink of rapture, eagerly straining for it, even as she fought against it.

Her clit throbbed in anticipation, the sensation almost too much to bear, and he wasn’t even touching her pussy.

“Noooo,” she begged as the vibrator inched closer. Her ass spasmed around Jordan as he plowed into her from behind. “Please, please, no, it’s too much … oh please … no, please! Pleaaa- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Her voice turned into a scream as Jordan’s fingers curved, pressing the vibrator against her clit, hard.

The force of her orgasm made Trish’s muscles collapse; the only things holding her in place were Jordan’s arms as the vibrator relentlessly buzzed against her swollen clit.

From somewhere beyond Trish’s throes of passion came Laura’s loud cries, proving Marek had risen to the occasion, as well, and forced another orgasm from his lover.