Page 34 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

Jordan was losing interest in the conversation, as Trish had expected from the moment he’d set her atop him.

He’d been feeling her up the entire time they’d been in the Wolf’s main room, and, even though his erection had dwindled on the walk between there and here, his cock was already returning to full mast beneath her, now.

His hand kneaded her soft bottom absentmindedly, but that didn’t mean he was distracted. It just meant he wouldn’t fuck her yet.

Her pussy tingled in anticipation, her inner muscles clenching a little around her plug while her body readied itself for was coming.

She’d never considered herself particularly sexual, but Trish’s time with Jordan had shown her differently. Now, if she didn’t have sex at least once a day, she’d probably start feeling needy. Really needy.

“The colonies … it’s not going to be an easy life.

They’re going to want family units. Kids.

I don’t feel like scrabbling to make a life again.

If we stay here, things will be easy. We can do whatever we want and relax.

I’m not interested in kids for myself. Don’t know what kind of dad I’d make.

But if you want them, we’ll figure something out. ”

He paused but then shrugged, apparently out of words.

Trish chewed on the inside of her lip. The idea of a new planet and a new start was appealing.

On the other hand, she had loved Rio. That would also be a new start, and one where Jordan had already set up everything they might need or want, which made it appealing.

Even the room that Trish kept telling herself she didn’t want.

And … she hadn’t thought about kids.

Trish had never thought about children other than in a distant way.

She’d never desired them. And now … maybe it was selfish, but she liked being Jordan’s little girl.

She liked being pampered and dressed and cared for.

If they had children, how much of that would change?

Never mind what kind of father Jordan would be—what kind of mother would she be?

She and Jordan would be fine in Rio, but bringing a child into a possibly dying world …

Would the Wolf and his cronies be able to make the place habitable again? Trish had learned enough to know she wouldn’t bet against them, but, in this instance, she’d just as soon stay out of the betting, at all.

Jordan’s big hand patted her bottom like a little spank of encouragement.

“Don’t take too long to think, we can’t stay in here much longer.”

“What? Why not?” Trish pouted without thinking. She’d liked having Jordan to herself again, away from everyone else. Not just because she preferred less of an audience, but because he was focused elsewhere.

“Well, you can, if you want to look up your schoolwork, but I have to get back to work.”

Annoyed, Trish wriggled on top of him again, trying to push herself up and off rather than snuggling in, a little scowl furrowing her forehead. She felt both disappointed and a bit mutinous because she felt silly for feeling disappointed.

“Why don’t you just go now, then? It’s not like we’re having an important conversation or anything.”

His hand on her bottom gripped and held her in place, and she pushed up on the palms of her hands, separating their upper bodies at least, and glared at him.

Raising one eyebrow, he caught up her hair with his other hand, winding it about his fingers and using it to secure her in place.

Despite her fit of pique, her body thrummed in response to his easy and immediate physical domination.

Icy, blue eyes pierced her, his gaze tinged with amusement, but also with something else. Something more predatory. More threatening. Trish froze, cautious, but the sassy, pouting, bratty side of her wasn’t ready to give in yet, either.

“I didn’t say I have to go now, just soon.”

“Might as well just go now, then,” she snapped back, jerking her head and trying to pull her hair free from his grip.

She squeaked as Jordan released her hair, and she went tumbling off him, falling onto her side, which turned to being on her back as he rolled with her, pinning her beneath him, his big body settling between her legs.

With the way she’d fallen, her skirt had flipped up, and the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her tender pussy lips, the bulge of his erection splitting them apart.

Trish found herself strangely incensed.

Yes, he’d have to go back to his duties now that they were at the compound …

but when Jordan had brought her back to their room to talk, Trish had thought she’d have his undivided attention for a while.

Maybe even for the rest of the day. Instead, he wanted to throw questions at her, have a quick fuck, and then go back to his work.

The old Trish would have realized it was reasonable. The even-older Trish would have been relieved that he would leave her to her own devices for a while.

But the Trish she was now, his Trish, who had become used to having his constant and undivided attentions, who had quietly sat on his lap while he’d spoken with the Wolf and Zadia; the Trish who had come to crave his attention and touch …

Well, she was kind of pissed.

And, as she bucked her hips, screeching in a fury when he chuckled, she also felt a wild sexual excitement as, for the first time in a long time, Trish tried to fight him off.

“No! I don’t want to have sex! You’re being a jerk!”

Jordan shook his head as he sat back and pulled Trish up enough to yank her dress off over her head. She tried vainly to cling to the fabric, but he ripped it right out of her hands and tossed it on the floor. And then she realized he was no longer holding her down.

Heart pounding, with no way she could escape or stop him, Trish tried to push herself up and away from Jordan.

Almost made it, too. She cried out in frustration as big hands caught her around the waist, pushing her down onto her stomach.

When she tried to turn onto her back, so she could at least slap him or something, he was straddled over her and let more of his weight fall onto her to press down the center of her back.

She could kick, she could flail, but her movements were useless, and Trish let out another wail of frustrated fury.

She couldn’t even push herself up and slam her back against his balls because his weight was flattening her.

She squirmed, and tears sprang into her eyes as he grabbed her wrists and attached the cuffs to the headboard, easily restraining her.

“No! No, no, no, no! Jordan! You can’t just chain me up and fuck me because you feel like it!”

He snorted.

“Yes, I can.”

The heavy weight pinning her down lifted, and a harsh swat to Trish’s ass had her squealing as the spot flared with heat and pain.

“Ow!”

“And no cursing.”

“Fuck you!” She tried to turn onto her side and kick at him.

Clucking his tongue, he caught her ankle, and, within two minutes, Trish had two plump pillows under her hips to lift up her ass.

Her ankles were spread wide apart and cuffed to the bed, leaving her helpless, frustrated, and excited.

Even as angry and resentful as she was, her hard nipples still rubbed against the sheets, and her pussy was slickly wet and starting to ache.

“Jordan!” she whined, squirming.

“Hush, little girl—naughty girls don’t get to talk.” His hand came down on her ass again with a loud, hard smack.

Trish shrieked and then shrieked again as he repeated the blow to the other side of her bottom.

And again.

And again.

She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, squirming on top of the pillows propping her up as Jordan started to spank her in earnest.

It wasn’t quite a ‘bad girl’ spanking, but it was closer to that than the playful spankings she’d received when she’d been bratty.

There was no warm-up, no mercy, just hard slaps, peppered across her ass, turning the creamy skin a hot, pulsing pink as tears began to sting her eyes in response to the growing burn.

“I’m sorry!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“I said I’m sorry!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His hand moved down to the untouched backs of her thighs, which stung more than her already roasted bottom, and Trish shrieked, trying to buck as his paddle-like hand rained down fiery slap after slap.

She begged.

Pleaded.

And hated her body because, even as her backside stung and burned, her pussy became more swollen, more needy. This was harsher than a playful spanking, yet her body responded in the same way.

When he stopped, Trish sagged with relief …

and then tensed again as he moved onto the bed behind her and knelt between her legs.

It didn’t matter that her ass and thighs were on fire: her irritation surged again.

He would fuck her and then go to work! So, nothing had changed except he’d also spanked her!

“Noooooooo!” She wriggled and tugged at her bindings as his cock pressed against her pussy and begin to push in.

Her body quivered with excitement, even as she wanted to pout and huff.

“Yes.” His big hands slid beneath the front of her body to cup her breasts as his hips surged forward, impaling her with a hard thrust.

Trish cried out in outraged pleasure as he began to squeeze her breasts roughly, fondling her for his pleasure, his cock sliding back out and then thrusting in, hard, as Jordan used her body for leverage.

He set a bruising pace, his weight pressing her down, her mound rubbing against the pillow beneath it as he fucked her from behind.

With Jordan’s body covering hers, every thrust slapped his front against the hot, swollen skin of her ass.

If he hadn’t just spanked her, it wouldn’t have hurt, but, since he had, every pleasurable thrust was accompanied by an extra bite of pain, even before he started pinching and tugging on her nipples.

She fought against her body’s reaction, not wanting to give in to the sensations Jordan elicited with his rough handling.