Page 35 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

“No, no, no,” she chanted, her denials meant more toward herself than him.

There was nothing Trish could do to stop him, even if he hadn’t tied her down. Jordan was bigger, faster, and stronger than she was. If he wanted to spank her, he would. If he wanted to fuck her, he would. But she was pissy with him and didn’t want to enjoy it.

She just wasn’t sure she could stop herself.

His cock dragged in and out of her, rubbing over her g-spot again and again, each plunging thrust filling her to the brim, igniting the sting in her buttocks, and jostling the plug in her ass. Trish writhed, clenched, and vainly denied the ecstasy rising inside her.

If she held out and didn’t orgasm, would he stay with her till she did? Was she just trying to keep him there with her longer?

It didn’t matter, either way. Her orgasm grew, rose, and her toes began to curl.

And then Jordan pulled out, leaving her gasping and achingly empty, ready to scream at him again.

There was a sting as he pulled the plug from her ass, and then she screamed as he thrust fully into the tight channel without mercy.

While Trish was used to anal sex by now and wore the plug almost constantly, the first entry of his cock always stretched her tight hole, and when he did it so quickly, so roughly, it made her muscles burn more painfully than the spanking had.

Her fingers scrabbled against the sheets as she instinctively tried to get away from the hard shaft invading her tight hole, the fullness uncomfortable, the slide of his cock hotly painful as Jordan fucked her ass as roughly as he’d been fucking her pussy.

But her body had already been primed, and, even as her muscles strained to expel him, as her nerves shrieked with erotic torment, Trish’s orgasm exploded through her anyway.

The ecstasy burst through her and wrapped her in a maelstrom of conflicting sensations that had her screaming for mercy all over again.

Still ignoring her cries, Jordan leaned back, his hands sliding down, away from her breasts, so he could grip her hips and fuck her ass harder and harder as the brutal amalgamation of agony and ecstasy overwhelmed her.

It was so good and it was too much and it was exactly what she needed.

More tears rolled down her face as Jordan used her ass for his own pleasure, ignoring her choked sobs as her body was shattered by his relentless assault on her sense. It didn’t matter if Trish came or if she came too hard—he would have his way, anyway, and it only sent her soaring higher.

Trish was senseless, overcome by the physical passion and distress, when Jordan swelled inside her, his movements becoming more frantic. Wet heat filled her ass as he groaned, pumping her full of hot cum, each spurt throbbing against her raw passage.

She whimpered and went limp when Jordan relaxed against her, his fingers loosing their grip as his cock began to soften.

Trish closed her eyes and let go, trusting he would take care of whatever needed to be done.

When Trish woke up, she lay on her stomach, no longer cuffed or propped up by pillows.

Her ass was sore and sensitive, both inside and out, and, when she clenched her muscles, she could feel Jordan had plugged her again.

Probably with his load of cum still inside her—he liked to know she was walking around with his cum stoppered in her ass.

If Trish were being honest, there was a part of her that was also aroused by it.

She was constantly aroused by things she probably shouldn’t be.

Like saying ‘no’ to Jordan and having him ignore her.

That shouldn’t have turned her on … but it had. She’d been angry—well, pouty, really—and … Okay, well no, if he’d given in to her pouting, she would have lost some respect for him.

Of course, he had to work.

She was the only one who didn’t have to work at all.

Still pouty, Trish got up from the bed and went to the computer, wincing as she sat down.

Ouch.

Her poor butt would be feeling today’s lesson for a while. And what had the lesson been?

Don’t try to keep Jordan from his job. Or be unreasonable about him having one.

He’d have to go back to work now that they were at the compound. And, eventually, he’d have to do some work in Rio, too. He wouldn’t have every moment of every day to devote to Trish.

Trish pulled up her classwork, trying to ignore the tingle in her pussy and nipples. There were probably cameras in the room whenever Jordan was out of it, just like there had been in Rio, and Trish didn’t need another spanking on top of the one she’d already been given.

As she scanned her next assignment, her mind was still on whether to stay on Earth or go to the colony.

Trish wanted to stay on Earth but had a little trouble admitting, even to herself—maybe especially to herself—she wanted to stay because she wanted to live a hedonistic lifestyle as Jordan’s little girl: his little sex toy he could fuck whenever he wanted, even when she said ‘no.’ A life of orgasms and being cared for. It seemed so selfish.

And she wanted it so badly.