Page 41 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)
Trish squealed and quivered as her lover looked down at her with flinty eyes, still kneeling between her legs as he drew his hands down over arms and slid his palms down to her breasts to cup them.
“You were a naughty little girl, weren’t you?”
Oops.
Somehow her libido had gone crazy enough that Trish had forgotten she would be punished.
The sudden expression of anxious wariness on Trish’s face made Jordan’s cock throb. She licked her lower lip nervously and looked up at him with wide, worried, blue eyes.
“I didn’t mean to be?” The way she answered made it more of a question than a statement. It was hard to hold his chuckle inside, but he did.
While he wasn’t angry, she really had almost made his heart explode out of his chest when she’d burst out of her seat the way she had.
For a moment, he’d thought Trish had meant to take off running down the street, and his brain had frozen—his whole body had frozen—as he’d scrambled to think of why she would suddenly leave him that way.
Then she’d run into the backyard, and the roaring sound in his ears had faded.
He’d taken a few moments to get over his initial furious reaction at her worrying him like that and gotten himself under control before stalking after her.
She’d been so cute, hiding in the bushes with the obvious assumption he couldn’t figure out where she was, despite having left a trail any half-decent tracker would notice, and his anger had dimmed even more.
She would still get a punishment, though.
It would be half play, because that was what she wanted, and half punishment because there were safer ways to play with him that wouldn’t cause Jordan so much panic. Sassiness, even brattiness, could be fun. Making him seize up, not so much.
“Then next time, don’t try to give me a heart attack when you want to play, naughty girl,” he said in a growling voice, enjoying the shiver that went through her body when he called her naughty.
Laid out in front of him with her legs spread, it was easy to see how aroused Trish was, even if the evidence hadn’t been rubbed all over the front of his pants.
Her nipples were hard, pink points, jutting up from the small swells of her breasts, her pussy lips were swollen and parted, glistening with her arousal, and her breath came in soft, short pants of excitement.
Even if she was anxious about being punished, Trish wanted it.
Maybe even needed it.
It had been too long for both of them.
A part of Jordan was grateful she’d given him a good reason to take his time and torment her, rather than just taking her fast and rough.
The increasingly sadistic gleam in Jordan’s eyes was not reassuring. Trish quailed inwardly.
Why hadn’t she just mouthed off to him or something? Had she needed to go running and hiding for fun, when a chase would only provoke him more?
Sometimes she didn’t understand the way her mind worked. Trish hadn’t thought this through, but maybe some part of her hadn’t wanted to. More and more, when they were alone, she found herself acting like the little girl Jordan called her—the little girl she denied wanting to be.
But the truth was Trish did want it. She liked to act out and put herself in the position of being his naughty little girl, sometimes.
He didn’t get tired of her or ignore her or put her in timeout.
No, her punishments always involved one hundred percent of Jordan’s attention and focus.
Even when she was really being punished—and right now might be one of those times—he did so in a way that showed he cared enough to put effort into it.
For someone who had gone the majority of life without much individualized care, for whom an entire population of people had proven they wouldn’t put in time or effort, even if she went missing, it was a heady feeling.
Maybe that was why Trish kept pushing him, bratting at him, and doing things guaranteed to earn her a punishment: so she could see and feel the absolute proof that he did care and wasn’t tired of her, his naughty, little girl.
That his usual amount of care involved both pain and pleasure was only a bonus.
Trish bit her lip as he picked up one of her ankles and folded her nearly in half to attach the limb to the headboard, along with her wrist. He repeated everything on the other side, leaving her legs spread wide, pussy splayed, and her body vulnerable to his wicked intentions.
“Apparently the last punishment I gave you didn’t stick. Let’s see if I can do better this time.” Jordan heightened her anxiety as he pulled the plug from her now-twitching anus.
“Noooooo,” she moaned the word when he pulled out the evil, stinging, burning plug he’d used the last time Trish had been bad. It didn’t matter that it had been over a month, she hadn’t forgotten how much it had hurt—although she’d put it out of her mind that Jordan even had the toy.
“Naughty little girls get the naughty plug,” he said.
Was it wrong that her pussy clenched and creamed a little more?
Trish squealed with fear and tried to cringe away, despite her bound position, when he pressed the plug to her little, crinkled star without applying lube.
It turned out he didn’t need it. There must have been oil inside the plug, and he’d had it already slicking the surface but hadn’t said so because he’d wanted to see her reaction. The sadistic smile on Jordan’s face as he pushed the plug in only confirmed it.
Trish quivered, waiting for the burning …
but, instead, it was cold. Cold and tingling.
Jordan pumped it, making her sphincter stretch around the most bulbous part again, and she let out a cry as the movement made the tingling feel more like little needles running over her sensitive flesh.
She arched her back, trying to get away from the plug, but he just shoved it back in, hard and fast, and Trish screamed.
“It’s cold!” she whined, twisting against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles in an attempt to bring her legs together, as though that would help.
“You want it warmer, naughty girl?” The chuckle in his voice alerted her to the danger.
“No!” The cold tingling was uncomfortable but not nearly as painful as the burning he’d induced last time.
“Maybe I’ll just help warm up a different part of you, then.”
Trish moaned and wriggled, her hard nipples jiggling on her chest with her squirming, while Jordan went over to pick out an implement to punish her with. He returned with a leather paddle, more than large enough to cover both cheeks of her bottom, and she whimpered in anticipation.
Still fully dressed, the paddle held in his hand, Jordan loomed over Trish like a stern specter. Only the anticipation in his eyes gave away that he wasn’t truly angry with her.
He lifted the paddle, and Trish shrieked before it fell at how much she knew it would hurt.
Because of her spread position, she couldn’t clench her bottom against the impact, and, when the leather did smack hard against her cheeks, her shriek turned into a full-on yell of pain as both rounded globes began to throb.
The paddle didn’t sting the way his hand or her hairbrush did: the effect of the blow spread out a lot more but ignited a deep ache, and Trish’s cheeks swelled from the impact.
Not only that, but the paddle also managed to hit the base of the plug, jolting inside her, the cold needles pricking the insides of her anus all over again with just the tiny amount of shifting.
“Ow!”
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
Trish screamed and wriggled.
Not only did each blow cover her ass, which had started to feel like someone had set a fire under her skin, but Trish could swear the plug grew with every smack of the paddle against its base.
The cold moved deeper inside her, tingling and stabbing.
Or maybe, somehow, the paddle was forcing the plug deeper?
Either way, the discomfort level had just upped itself substantially.
Trish burned on the outside, froze on the inside, and wished she’d just told Jordan to shut up or something.
Running and hiding, just for the fun of it, when it would upset him to have her so outside of his control, even for a few minutes, had been a poor choice.
Not that her pussy cared. It spasmed emptily every time the paddle landed on her already throbbing bottom, her arousal growing higher along with the pain.
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
“Ow! Too much! Jordan pleaaaaaaase, no more! The plug is getting bigger!”
And it was. She wasn’t imagining it. The cold of the plug moved deeper, stretching out her channel, burning it with cold, even as the rest of her bottom was being seared.
Trish writhed, but the most movement her body could manage was to wag her bottom up and down in the air, as if begging for more.
“Then next time, maybe you’ll think before trying to scare me.”
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
Trish howled as the paddle came down on already swollen tissue, the cold plug pressing against her clenching walls as it burrowed deeper into her tight hole.
“Pleaaaaaaaaaaase!”
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
The paddle dropped beside Trish as tears slid down her cheeks. Her bottom was hot to the touch as he leaned over and licked the scalded skin, which was so sensitive even that small stimulation felt like too much.
When his tongue moved to her pussy, Trish’s small cries turned to sobbing moans.
She was soaking wet, her pussy lips as swollen and aching as her ass, but in an entirely different way.
Jordan’s large hands pressed on her hot cheeks, kneading the soft flesh and making her whimper as he began to pleasure her with his mouth.
The surges of pain and pleasure slid against each other, winding together and confusing her body.
She arched against her bonds, trying to get more of his tongue on her clit, her senses confused by the conflicting stimulation.
Just when she was about to come, he pulled away.
“Noooooooooo!” She cried out, her bottom wagging again, uselessly now, this time begging Jordan to return and finish her.
A smile of pure sadism spread across his lips as he looked down at her hot bottom throbbing from the paddling, her rear channel tingling with cold, and her pussy swollen, needy, and unfulfilled. Trish moaned.
“I feel like something’s missing.” Jordan started to take off his clothes, deliberately tossing his shirt over Princess, as if to make doubly sure she didn’t see anything Trish wouldn’t want her to—which was not reassuring.
His pants quickly followed, but those he dropped on the floor rather than over Princess.
Jordan knelt in front of her bound body and fisted his hand around his hard cock, pumping it and tracing patterns across her hot cheeks with the tip. Trish whimpered, and the cool, sticky fluid the head of his cock left behind on her skin almost surprised her when it didn’t sizzle on contact.
“My orgasm?” Trish asked hopefully, even though she knew that wasn’t what he was referring to. When Jordan talked more in the bedroom, it was usually because he was about to do something exquisitely painful to her.
“No … I don’t think so. I know. I think I’ve been neglecting these.” He released his cock and leaned forward to cup her breasts, and then bent down over them.
“They don’t feel neglected!” Trish squeaked.
It wasn’t entirely true: part of her wanted him to continue ignoring them, while another part of her thrilled to know her breasts wouldn’t escape untouched.
Her nipples throbbed as he traced them with his tongue, his fingers squeezing her soft flesh roughly as he gently mouthed the sensitive buds.
Her body quivered with anxiety, waiting for the bite; for the pain …
But again he built her pleasure, this time in her nipples, leaving Trish’s pussy untouched except for brushes of his erect cock over her splayed lips that left her whimpering and trying to tilt her hips up for more contact.
When he released her breasts, they ached for more, and Trish moaned, trying to thrust them up.
Which, of course, was when he pressed his cock to her pussy and thrust in, hard, and Trish shrieked with surprise and hot discomfort as she stretched around him.
The plug in her ass had lengthened and widened to a much larger size than the one she normally wore, and there was less room for his dick than usual.
Her cry was erotic agony as much as pleasure and it rose higher went he bent over to bite down on one pert nipple.
Trish was helpless beneath Jordan as he began to thrust. He alternated his attention between her nipples, biting and sucking hard enough for the little buds to throb and sting nearly as badly as her ass. Hard fingers dug into her chastised cheeks, and then the plug inside her began to move.
At least, it felt like movement. It shrank and expanded rhythmically, so even though it wasn’t being thrust in and out of her hole, it felt that way.
Jordan fucked her to the rhythm of the plug’s thrusts, timing them together, and Trish writhed with passion as he plowed into her without mercy.
It was everything she’d craved. Everything she’d wanted. Everything she’d hoped for.
Her body clenched and spasmed as he pounded between her legs, every muscle in Jordan’s body straining to bury his cock in her as deeply and as often as possible.
Pinned beneath him, her lower body bouncing with the rhythms of his thrusts and far too out of her control for any movement on her part, there was nothing Trish could do but take his cock.
Jordan’s fingers slid between her cheeks to touch something on the base of the plug, and Trish’s high scream filled the room as the plug began to vibrate, as well.
Her legs tried to kick as the monstrous orgasm overwhelmed her, drowning her in ecstasy edged with jagged nips of pain that only made her pleasure feel stronger by comparison.
Her body throbbed, contracted, and Jordan rode her through her orgasm until Trish was limp beneath him before he released the reins of his control and filled her with his cum.
Spooned around Trish’s form, Jordan could feel the softness of her teddy bear, which she’d curled up around as soon as he’d passed to her.
Her face was buried in the bear’s fur, but she’d nestled her hot ass into his groin, the fingers of one hand wound about his, clutching his hand to the bear as tightly as she clutched the bear to her chest.
Jordan feathered soft kisses over the back of her neck, and his chest tightened.
“You are my everything,” he whispered.
A soft, gentle moment passed as he pressed more kisses to her skin, holding her, cuddling her, protecting her.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.