Page 38 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

“I don’t know if ‘fun’ is the right word,” Laura said, a little woefully, and then gasped as Marek did something with his hand between her legs.

Trish moaned, feeling like a very, very, sorry, little girl for cursing at Jordan and trying to blatantly disobey him.

Even though he stood beside her head, and nowhere near her ass, the thing inside her began to tingle.

Not just tingle—sting.

“Amazing how many options it has,” Jordan mused as Trish’s asshole began to burn, making her pant as her body tried to cringe away from the torturous plug filling it.

It was impossible not to squirm, which, of course, made the clamps tug and pull on her nipples.

She whined, high in her throat, and then screamed into her gag as the thing began to buzz and vibrate inside her.

Trish jerked, hard, and agony shot through her nipples, and her breasts throbbed with aching pulses of pain.

Tears slid down her cheeks and she let out a little sob behind her gag.

Noises to her left indicated Marek and Laura were beginning to fuck, aroused by Trish’s erotic torment as she reluctantly was.

Even though her ass burned, her nipples were brutalized, and more punishment was coming, Trish’s pussy was also creaming and occasionally clenching emptily as she ached to be filled.

She wanted her punishment to be over already, and, at the same time, every bit of it turned her on more and more.

Smack!

Jordan’s hand came down hard on her ass, but not as hard as it could have. It was just hard enough to cut through the sensations she already felt, and added to the mix with a hefty dose of erotic pain.

Smack!

Her other cheek bounced at the impact, jolting her forward, and her nipples burned at the pull.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

The hard, heavy swats against her bottom didn’t need to be hard because she burned inside, and the impact of his hand on her ass made it harder not to clench around the fiery plug.

The swats also made her wriggle, and her nipples were even more raw and swollen in their tight confinement as the chain pulled at the tender buds.

Trish sobbed, screamed into the gag, and did her best to remain still, to no avail.

It felt like she was on fire all over as he continued to spank her, and the hot sounds of Laura and Marek fucking only added to the eroticism of the situation.

Slick wetness coated the tops of her thighs the more punishment she took, and, even as her full ass blazed and buzzed, her pussy ached to be filled.

Just without the torturous burning.

“Good girl.”

Jordan’s hand rubbed over her tender, reddened skin, his palm cupping the hot flesh he’d chastised, and the burn inside her began to lessen, as well.

His hand caressed, dipped, and found her soaking-wet pussy.

He pushed his fingers inside, and Trish moaned, her body trying to squeeze them as she braced for the renewed pain of the plug, but it never came.

A soothing coolness now emanated from the toy: a balm to the scalded, sensitive flesh of her channel. The buzzing vibrations continued, stoking her arousal as the painful burn slid away.

Trish moaned, her pleasure rising high and fast as he stroked her with his fingers, her nipples still two aching points on her chest where the chains pulled at them.

Just as she was about to orgasm, Jordan pulled his fingers free again, and Trish yelled her frustration into her gag.

She didn’t like the gag, but there was something wonderful about being able to yell and scream and shout and say what she liked, and it wouldn’t be understood, so she couldn’t be punished for it.

When he moved back down to her breasts, Trish moaned, a long, drawn-out sound because she was so relieved the clamps were going to come off, but it would hurt so much.

And it did.

A tingling, stinging, sharp pain of little needles jabbed into her crushed flesh as it filled out again.

Her nipples felt swollen to twice their size and were incredibly sensitive.

It didn’t matter that the clamps were no longer attached, the slightest movement made them jiggle and ache.

Jordan’s fingers trailed down her back and over her hot, ass cheeks, tracing patterns on the sensitive flesh as he moved around behind her to admire his work.

She wriggled, wanting more of his touch but afraid her punishment might not be over yet.

Trish screamed as Jordan’s cock shoved into her pussy with one hard thrust, using her copious lubrication to ease his way.

So full … She was so hotly full of his cock after being so empty, and the buzzing of the plug in her ass made her feel even fuller, somehow.

Trish was used to being fucked with a plug in her ass, but the buzzing added another level of sensation that made her more aware of how stuffed, how stretched she was.

Restrained to the lectern as she was, there was nothing Trish could do but take the hard, pounding fuck he was intent on giving her.

Her breasts jiggled and swayed, making her nipples throb, and her ass flared with renewed pain every time he thrust home and his body smacked against the base of the plug and her hot cheeks.

Trish moaned, immobile and helpless, and her orgasm curled deep inside her before expanding in a scorching burst of heat and ecstasy that had her sobbing all over again as Jordan’s cock impaled her relentlessly.

He rode her through the orgasm, her body clenching and spasming with the pain and pleasure, the waves of climax rolling over her continuously until he jerked with a loud groan. Molten heat filled her pussy as his cum spurted inside her, leaving her quivering and spent.

Softness was all around her as Trish roused, confused.

It took her a moment before she realized she and Laura were in the bed in the playroom, apparently having curled up to sleep together.

“Mmmm … How are you feeling?” Laura blinked sleepily as Trish stirred against her.

“Um … okay … I think …” Trish’s hand went to her bottom, which clenched around the plug inside it automatically. She tensed for a moment, expecting pain, but it was just the usual feeling of her backside being filled.

“It was awful, wasn’t it?” Laura whispered, snuggling up against Trish as if trying to comfort her.

“Marek used the same kind of plug last week, and I thought I was going to die. And then he started fucking me, and I really thought I was going to die from all the orgasms he gave me. What did Jordan make it do?”

“Burn. It burned and vibrated,” Trish whispered back.

There was something nice about being tucked into her bed with her friend, whispering back and forth.

She’d heard about sleepovers as a child: read about them, but she’d never had one.

Was this what it would have felt like? Well, without all the kinky sex stuff preceding it …

and probably with more clothing, since neither she nor Laura currently wore any. “And then it stopped burning somehow.”

Laura shivered. “They can put oils inside of it and the oils seep through the outer surface with the touch of a button. Marek used one that made me itch and burn the whole time, and he made it get larger and larger inside of me while he was fucking me.”

Trish’s pussy spasmed as her imagination took over.

Sometimes she couldn’t believe how perverted, how depraved she’d become, but her body responded to the idea.

There might have been a little part of her that was disappointed Jordan had stopped the plug’s burning before he’d fucked her, even if Trish had been relieved at the time.

“What else can it do?” Trish whispered back.

“I don’t know,” Laura admitted. “I didn’t know it could vibrate.” She giggled. “I think they like keeping us in the dark.”

“I know they do,” Trish said, a little touch of disgruntlement seeping into her voice. She paused for a moment, tucking her head against Laura’s shoulder.

Cuddling her was different from cuddling Jordan. Everywhere Jordan was hard, Laura was soft. Not that she didn’t have muscle—she did—but not in the same way. Laura cuddled her back, her hands stroking softly down Trish’s sides.

The door to the room opened, brightening it further with light from the hall.

“Alright girls, since you’re awake now, come on down for dinner,” Marek said, sounding amused. “Jordan and I have things we want to talk to you about, and you must be hungry by now.”

It could have sounded ominous, but from Marek’s tone of voice, whatever they wanted to talk about wouldn’t be a bad thing.

She wasn’t at all surprised to find a dress hanging on the wardrobe in the room, obviously intended for her to wear.

Trish put it on and grabbed her hairbrush and brought it downstairs with her so Jordan could brush out her hair.

Marek’s eyebrows went up when he saw her carrying it, but he didn’t say anything.

The food was on the table when they got down there, and Jordan quickly brushed out Trish’s hair before seating himself, while Marek and Laura both watched. Laura looked a little envious.

“So, Trish, I’ve already spoken with Jordan, but he won’t take my offer unless you also take the one I make to you,” Marek said as Jordan began to fill Trish’s plate with salad and chicken.

Marek’s eyes flicked to his friend, bright with continued amusement.

“However, I want you to know I was going to be making this offer to you anyway, it has nothing to do with him.”

“Okay …” Trish said, dragging out the word a little. It was weird, knowing Jordan’s decision would be based on hers and not knowing what the decisions would be about.

“I’ve been offered the leadership position here in Rio, running the city for Cora, which I am going to take, but I’d like Jordan to be my right-hand man for the job.

However, there’s going to need to be a lot of delegation, and I need someone to take care of civilian interaction and especially—if things go as Cora and the Wolf have planned—integration with Moon citizens. ”

Trish blinked. He was offering her a job? One that would use a lot of her class studies and her own life experiences from the sound of it.

“What about Laura?” she asked.

Laura snorted. “Laura is perfectly happy not having an official job since she’s probably going to be the one picking up after these two and making sure all the little details are taken care of.”

“Which is the most important job of all,” Marek said, giving her a sly grin as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “For which you will be well rewarded.”

Discussion during the meal revolved around what Trish would be doing, and she found herself excited by the opportunity.

She would be able to contribute something while having what sounded like plenty of time to be pampered and pleasured by Jordan.

In fact, from the sound of it, he would be working as much of that into their schedules as they could—and Marek didn’t seem like he minded.

Being Marek’s right-hand man would be a lot easier and a lot less busy than being the Wolf’s, especially since Marek would also have plenty of help from Cora and Trace, and was building his own team to help him.

Part of Trish still wanted Jordan to admit taking her had been wrong …

but even if he never did, she was now in a position where she could start changing the way things were done.

At least in this part of the world, where Marek planned to accommodate Moon civilians fleeing whatever the Wolf was planning.

When Trish brought up that the culture on Earth would have to change a little, especially when it came to relationships, Marek listened and Jordan didn’t protest. He just raised his eyebrow as if to ask her, “But what if something good could come of it, like it has for you?” Trish didn’t have a good answer for that yet, but there had to be a compromise, a middle ground.

It might not be easy, but it would be worth it.