Page 3 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

With his hand on the back of Trish’s neck, he led the others down more passageways, some of them sloping downward, and Trish’s head spun with how easily he navigated the labyrinth.

Bella had been a complete idiot to enter the passageways without getting more information.

Unless she’d somehow come across more secrets after Trish had told her about the sigils?

Trish writhed with emotion. There were times she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape, but now that the first real chance of doing so was gone, she found herself furious—at Bella.

Trish should have been more furious at the Wolf and Jordan, yet she couldn’t stop feeling angry at Bella’s complete idiocy.

After all, the Wolf and Jordan behaved in a manner that made sense for them.

Trish might have issues with how society on Earth had reformed in the wake of the splitting between the Earth and the Moon, but at least she could understand how the Wolf and Jordan turned into the people they were.

She could understand their behavior even if she didn’t condone it.

She couldn’t understand Bella’s sudden stupidity.

The room Jordan took them to had quite a bit of familiar equipment in it.

This had to be the room below the Wolf’s main hall—the one that came up through the floor.

That, or it was an exact replica because it had the same bed and wooden structures that rose to the dais …

but there were quite a few implements hanging on the wall that Trish hadn’t seen rise with it.

She whimpered as Jordan pulled her over to a pair of cuffs that hung from a hook in the ceiling and stripped off her dress before raising her arms above her head to secure her.

Once she was in place, he knelt down to spread her legs and attach ankle cuffs, setting her feet apart just wide enough for her to balance while exposing all the soft, sensitive areas between her legs.

Little whimpers rose in the back of her throat as her eyes flitted around the room.

She tried to ignore the stares of the soldiers hanging back in the doorway, and focused on Jordan and what he would do now.

Jordan moved back to Bella and cuffed the brunette’s hands in front of her, leaving her kneeling a few feet away from where Trish was trussed up, before going back to ignoring Bella to focus on Trish.

A sound of distress whined in Trish’s throat as Jordan came back to stand in front of her and cup one of her breasts in his hand. Her head tipped back to look up at him as she trembled, her eyes pleading.

She was sorry she’d told Bella about the passageways. She truly was. If she’d known Bella would do something so stupid …

Leaning forward slightly, Jordan squeezed her breast, his voice low enough she doubted anyone else could hear it. “Vaughn and Taylor are going to stay here and watch. It’s part of your punishment. Although, I think you like being watched more than you want to admit, little girl.”

Trish shook her head, even as her nipples puckered.

Jordan moved slightly to the side, giving her a clear view of the two soldiers watching in the doorway, and she bit back a moan as her pussy clenched.

It didn’t matter that the gag would muffle the sound: he would still be able to hear it, and he would know he was right.

His free hand closed around her other breast, and he kneaded the soft flesh, keeping his touch lighter than her body craved, making her back arch, pressing her breasts into his hands as her body demanded more contact.

When he moved away, she shuddered, and, this time, she couldn’t stop the whimper, and it was loud enough to be heard through the gag.

Then his fingers closed around her nipples, and her pussy convulsed as he pinched and tugged on the tender buds, giving her body exactly the stimulation it craved. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as Jordan tormented her nipples.

His head lowered again so he could whisper in her ear.

“What do you think, babygirl? Should I ask Taylor and Vaughn to help me punish you? What about Bella? Do you think she’d make you feel as good as Laura did? You were a naughty girl for telling Bella about the passageways, but you were a good girl for staying in our room.”

A small sob caught in her throat.

He knew.

And some part of her had fluttered when he’d called her a good girl.

He released her nipples, leaving them throbbing and aching, and pulled out his favorite pair of clamps. The little buds felt like they pulsed at the sight, as if in anticipation. It would hurt … but in a way that made her cream. Because her body was a traitor of the worst sort.

Trish shuddered as a clamp closed over one of her nipples, and she closed her eyes and held as still as possible, breathing through the initial pain.

A moment later, her other nipple spiked with pain as Jordan placed the second clamp.

The chain hanging down between her breasts brushed against her stomach, making her shiver as the cold metal touched her skin.

Jordan’s fingers moved up and down the sides of her body, soothing her, distracting her from the painful bite until it began to meld with the pleasure curling through her.

When he stepped away to move around behind her, Trish opened her eyes and flushed at the three men staring intently at her. She wanted to hide but couldn’t. She wanted to curl up in embarrassment that they could see her arousal, but it was already too late.

Thwack!

Trish sucked in a breath as the first blow landed on her ass, her body arching in reaction to the shocking swat, pushing her clamped breasts out at the soldiers in the doorway.

The bulges in the fronts of their pants made it clear they were enjoying the spectacle.

Jordan had positioned her to show her off, taunting Taylor and Vaughn with his dominion over her body.

This was a different kind of exhibitionism from what they’d done with Marek and Laura, and Jordan wouldn’t have done this if Trish hadn’t told Bella about the passageways.

If she hadn’t been bad.

Thwack!

The paddle—it had to be a paddle—landing across her ass cheeks broke her away from the tendril of guilt and remorse trying to work its way into her brain, and Trish shrieked as the red-hot sting encompassed her entire bottom.

Thwack! Thwack!

With every smack of the paddle, her body jerked, making the chain between the nipple clamps bounce. The sharp teeth pulled on her poor nipples, biting into her skin and making the tender buds throb painfully. Trish did her best to hold still, but it wasn’t possible.

Thwack! Thwack!

As she panted, Jordan’s fingers slid into her hair and pulled her head back, making her want to shudder and moan. It felt good to have her hair pulled; to feel Jordan’s hot breath on the side of her neck as his lips grazed over her throat and up to her ear.

“Your pretty ass is turning a very dark pink, babygirl, but I don’t know if you’ve been punished enough. I think I’m going to turn your ass nice and red and then fuck it while everyone watches. Would you like that?”

A sob rose in her throat because some part of her body wanted to say ‘yes,’ even as the rest of her wanted to scream ‘no.’ This was perverse.

She was bound, gagged, and completely at his mercy, yet wetness began to coat the tops of her thighs.

If he let her go now, Trish might break her jaw fighting off the need to masturbate herself to orgasm.

It was sick. It was wrong. And knowing that didn’t change anything.

Thwack! Thwack!

Trish screamed into the gag as the paddle thudded against her sensitive skin, her ass on fire from the repeated smacks. Her nipples throbbed as the chain jingled between her breasts and tears slid down her cheeks.

Thwack!

“Stop!” Bella’s voice cut through the air, filled with horror and guilt.

If Trish hadn’t been so distracted by her throbbing, roasted bottom, she would have been able to focus on her anger.

Her anger that her current position was Bella’s fault, her resentment that she was the one strung up and spanked.

Bella’s voice dropped to almost a whimper. “Please.”

At least Bella felt guilty even if she wasn’t the one being punished for her stupidity.

“Feeling guilty, Pet?” Jordan asked, satisfaction in his voice. Trish wanted to kick him. “Would you like to help her?”

Blinking back tears, Trish turned her head to see Bella nod.

Heat seared Trish’s backside as Jordan pressed himself against her from behind, the fabric of his clothing abrasive against her reddened ass.

His hand stroked down her side and moved to her center to curve over her mound, his fingers dipping into her pussy.

The caress made her tingle and her pussy throbbed as his fingers stroked her sensitive folds.

Trish groaned in denial as he lifted his hand away to show off her cream coating his digits.

Vaughn and Taylor murmured their appreciation, making her shudder in embarrassment and arousal.

“When she comes, her punishment ends,” Jordan said, stepping around Trish to drag his wet fingers over Bella’s lips.

Trish groaned into her gag again. Seriously?

Her punishment for telling was to be spanked, but Bella’s punishment for doing was to eat Trish out?

Then again, Bella wouldn’t have been able to do anything if Trish hadn’t foolishly told her about the passageways.

So maybe it really was her fault for being in this position.

Her fault for thinking she could trust Bella not to behave recklessly.

Jordan turned back to Trish and gave her a good view of the wide, leather paddle, which he tapped against his leg before he stepped out of her sight-range again.

Behind him, Bella moved on all fours with her wrists cuffed together in front of her, which made crawling difficult.

She knelt almost between Trish’s legs, and Trish closed her eyes, wishing herself far, far away even as her body shuddered in anticipation.