Page 23 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

The muted smacks landed on wet flesh as she bucked on his lap, coating his hand with her cream.

More than once, a soldier started to turn his head to look back at Jordan and Trish before remembering not to.

The sounds Trish made were too appealing to ignore.

Her whimpers of excitement and moans of pleasure interspersed her cries of pain.

She bucked in a way that told him she was nearing orgasm, and Jordan’s cock was rock-hard as she writhed against it.

He aimed his hand to tap his fingers against her clit, which was swollen and stood out from her folds, begging for attention. As Trish’s breath came faster, he was sure she would come soon.

“Good girl,” Jordan murmured, unable to resist giving her a caress, massaging her swollen clit for a moment once the last minute was up.

Then he moved his hand away, rubbing it roughly over her hot bottom, enjoying the heat searing his palm and making her gasp before he pushed her off his lap and onto her knees.

There was just enough room for Trish to slide between his thighs and kneel before him with her feet tucked under the seat in front of them.

Jordan slid one hand into her hair and undid the front of his pants with the other, letting his aching cock spring free. The expression on Trish’s face was full of need and desire as she stared at his cock, her lips parted.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered, pulling her mouth toward his cock. The angry, red head leaked pre-cum and throbbed with need. “If you can’t make yourself come before we arrive, you’ll have to wait until this evening.”

Trish opened her lips as he drew her to his cock, her tongue flicking over his tip as he slid into her mouth, swiping away the drops of fluid that leaked from the mushroom head.

Jordan groaned with pleasure as she took him into her mouth, her tongue laving over the sensitive head, and he reached out to pinch her nipple and roll it between his fingers.

Trish whimpered around his cock, vibrating the shaft as she shoved her hand between her legs, obviously aching to come.

Jordan began to fuck her mouth, thrusting in and out like it was her pussy, tugging on her nipple with his other hand to the same rhythm as his thrusts.

Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, stroking and pleasuring him as he used her hair as leverage to move her head up and down over his groin.

The other soldiers would be able to hear the wet sounds of her mouth suctioning along Jordan’s cock.

He could practically feel their envy, and it spurred him on to greater heights of pleasure.

When she gave in and let him take complete control over her movements, Jordan nearly exploded down her throat, right then.

But he wanted to give her the time to come.

Wanted to feel her crying out in pleasure around his cock.

He gritted his teeth and held onto his self-control.

He would draw this out until they reached the base—only then would he let himself give in to the pleasure.

They didn’t have much farther to go, anyway.

Jordan thrust roughly between her lips, and her throat tightened around him, the silky strands of her hair flowing through his fingers as he maneuvered her over his cock. Her muffled whimpers and cries of pleasure increased his enjoyment.

When they made the last turn, he let go and used her mouth or his pleasure.

His fingers tightened on her nipple as his balls tightened, the tingling in the base of his spine intensifying.

As Trish shuddered, her cry of orgasm vibrating across his cock, Jordan’s release ripped through him.

She sucked as she came and swallowed the thick spurts of his cum as he drained himself into her mouth, his muscles relaxing as the ecstasy flowed through him.

With her half-lidded eyes and swollen lips, cheeks flushed from her orgasm, Trish was too pretty to resist. Jordan pulled her mouth from his cock and gathered her up onto his lap, placing his large hand over her smaller one between her legs.

He could feel the heat of her reddened ass against his thigh as he used his hand to press her fingers firmly against her pussy, forcing her to continue rubbing her swollen folds and clit.

She writhed for him, spasming against him as she cried out, turning her face into her shoulder with every shuddering convulsion of pleasure.

When he stopped, she went limp in his arms, wrung out, and Jordan pulled the strap of her dress back up to cover her breasts and smoothed her skirt back down. No one would look at her and upset her—not after such a nice ride where she’d submitted so beautifully—he would make doubly sure of it.

The others disembarked first when the hover-car landed. With Trish still in his arms, cradled against his chest, Jordan followed. She snuggled into him, happy to be carried, which pleased him even more.

“How are they doing?” he asked Paul, who had just climbed out of the fourth car.

“Still out of it.” Paul glanced over to where the new captives were being unloaded. “She’s starting to wake up a bit, but he’s totally down for the count. How hard did you hit him, anyway?”

Jordan shrugged.

For the second time in her life, Trish found herself in the scary, small room she’d first woken up in when she’d been kidnapped. It wasn’t so scary anymore, though.

This time she saw it from the other way around as the soldiers set Lisa and Ken down in sitting positions and cuffed their wrists to the poles in the center of the room.

Lisa was already coming around, her head lolling back and forth, her blonde-streaked, light-brown hair swaying as she moved and slowly woke up.

Ken was still out of it, although he’d started making little moaning noises as the soldiers moved him around.

Bruno rubbed some healing cream on the bruise on Ken’s chin, where Jordan had punched him, before leaving the room.

Jordan had settled Trish down on a chair, off to the side, unwilling to let her out of his sight.

He’d been like that the past few days; she’d spent quite a bit of time by his side with her tablet, rather than alone in their room.

Not that she’d ever spent a lot of time by herself in their room, but now that she spent almost no time there, Trish could see the difference.

Jordan stood beside her and leaned against the wall for support, his hand on the back of her throat, his thumb stroking the nape of her neck absentmindedly.

Trish’s feelings as she studied the two naked captives were not something she was proud of.

She had the strangest sense of superiority. Of disgust—not for the situation the two found themselves in, but disgust for them. It was something weirdly close to justification. What was the word? Oh, yes: schadenfreude. An ancient term for taking pleasure in someone else’s misery.

Some part of Trish felt like Ken and Lisa deserved what they were getting.

Not only had they cheated on Alex and Bella, but they’d used Alex and Bella’s predicament to garner sympathy and attention for themselves.

They’d constantly been on the news vids, soaking up the attention.

And, from the way they’d been together at the museum, it was obvious they hadn’t stopped seeing each other in a more-than-friendly way, despite their protestations of love for Alex and Bella.

Seeing them now, stuck in the same predicament as their exes, and knowing what was coming …

Trish felt satisfaction.

Was this how the Earthers felt about all Moonies when they were taken?

Probably. It certainly seemed that way. Trish hadn’t expected to ever feel the same. She hadn’t expected the savagery of the satisfaction or how justified she would feel in it. Then again, it wasn’t as if those taken captive by the Wolf had bothered her before. She’d been indifferent to them.

Now … looking at these two …

Yeah. Trish wasn’t proud of her feelings but didn’t know how to change them, either.

As Lisa came to, a look of terror on her face, she sat upright, pulling at her bonds. “Help!”

A twinge of sympathy pushed at Trish, as she remembered how frightened she’d been when she’d first woken up.

Lisa blinked rapidly and swung her head around, her gaze coming to focus on Trish and Jordan. She looked between the two of them, lips trembling, and identified Jordan as the one in charge.

“Please, please let me go,” Lisa begged.

Her distress when she’d been on camera had been faked; Jordan and Trish now had a good picture of what Lisa looked and sounded like when she was actually distressed. She wasn’t nearly as pretty a crier, and her voice was high and thin, rather than throaty with false emotion.

When Jordan and Trish remained silent, Lisa’s head swiveled around again, as if looking for someone else to appeal to.

She glanced at Ken before dismissing him easily and looking away again.

Lisa spread her legs and practically presented her pussy as she looked back up at Jordan.

“Please, I’ll do anything, just let me go! ”

Disgust rolled back through Trish, along with a bit of possessiveness she tried to ignore. She couldn’t believe Lisa had just looked at Ken and then dismissed him. When Alex had woken up, his first thoughts had been to protect Trish and Bella. How had he ever dated Lisa?

Trish glanced up at Jordan, whose expression was blank. But he still looked at Lisa, with her provocatively spread legs.

A sick feeling slid through Trish’s stomach.

As if sensing her unhappiness, Jordan turned his head to look down at her.

She tried to keep her expression as blank as his but must not have succeeded because his lips quirked up in a smile, then he bundled her up into his arms and sat down in the chair she’d recently occupied to hold her on his lap.

The sick feeling receded as the warmth of his body surrounded her. She tried to call it back because shouldn’t she feel sick over her jealous reaction? But all Trish felt was smug satisfaction.

Then pity, as Lisa slumped against the pole, her legs falling closed as she started crying. She might have been kind of a terrible person, but she was also terrified. It was hard not to feel at least a little sorry for her.

Although, by the time Ken had woken up, and Jordan had led the new captives to the shower room, Trish’s sympathy started to dry up again as Lisa did her best to pose and thrust her body parts at Jordan to tempt him.

Not that he seemed tempted at all, to Trish’s uncomfortable relief.

He briskly showered off both Ken and Lisa with the same indifferent motions, ignoring everything they said.

And then it was time to bring them to the Wolf.