Page 8 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

“You are not to talk to Bella or Alex,” Jordan warned, his grey eyes serious as he led Trish into the outdoor area. “If I catch you even within speaking distance of them, I will spank you for a full ten minutes.”

Which would undo all the healing properties of the cream he’d applied to her backside this morning.

Trish had only had the most lingering aches from her punishment, but Jordan had still given her the cream.

She was back to feeling good, her bottom not the slightest bit sore, so a return to that state was a good threat.

Trish nodded.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to Bella, anyway.

What would Trish say to her? “I know you don’t remember, but you did something really stupid and got us both into a lot of trouble—how could you be so dumb?

” Yeah, not exactly a great conversation starter.

She also didn’t want to explain to Alex or Bella that she still had all her memories and they didn’t—especially because it was likely that would get her in more trouble.

So, after Jordan was pulled away by a couple soldiers for a quick discussion, Trish stayed where she was and didn’t try to approach the pool. When Bella looked at her, Trish gave her head a little shake and looked away.

Somehow, Bella seemed to take the hint.

It was both a relief and a little lonely.

At least until Jordan came back to sit with Trish again, obviously pleased, which was also a relief.

He pulled her onto his lap and kept her there as others came by to talk with him—never about anything important.

Most of them were looking for hints about what he knew or confirmation of gossip they’d heard.

Marek and Laura came by to chat, which gave Trish someone to talk to, as well.

Not that the others didn’t try to talk to her, she just felt shyer with them.

There were so many people at the compound, they all knew who Trish was, and she didn’t know or remember the majority of their names.

And most of them were a little scary, even though she felt secure with Jordan’s arms around her.

When they left the outdoor area, Jordan pulled her into an empty room. It was some kind of conference room, if she went by the large table with chairs seated all around it and the large screen on the wall.

“You were a very good girl,” he crooned, shutting the door behind him.

Trish’s heart rate kicked up in either excitement or fear, she wasn’t sure which. This was out of her routine—something he’d never done—so it made her nervous even though he’d praised her.

Jordan came forward and pulled her flush against him before leaning down to kiss her.

Trish relaxed slightly. Starting with kissing probably meant nothing bad would happen.

And she definitely shouldn’t feel a little bit of disappointment about that.

Trish opened her mouth to his tongue, kissing him back before the thought popped up in her mind that she shouldn’t.

She tried to pull away, but Jordan held her tightly, deepening the kiss and lifting her up so her feet didn’t touch the floor.

Completely unstable, she instinctively put her arms around his neck and held on as he kissed her thoroughly, aggressively, completely overwhelming her with his strength, his domination, and his taste.

Trish’s mind whirled—she should resist, but she didn’t want to go from being a ‘good’ girl to being a ‘bad’ girl.

Good girls received pleasure.

Bad girls got spanked.

Was it worth fighting for the sake of fighting? To make something that would be pleasurable into something painful? Trish had seen Alex doing that enough. Bella, on the other hand, was more willing to bend and go with the flow. And they both dealt better with punishment than Trish did.

Trish didn’t want to be punished. Not just because it hurt, but because it was embarrassing how her body responded to it.

And the kiss was really good.

Jordan set Trish down on the table and kept kissing her as his hands slid from her hips up to her breasts, caressing and squeezing the small mounds.

Trish couldn’t stop the little shudder of pleasure that went through her at his touch.

He knew what to do to arouse her; how hard to squeeze to make her tingle with painful pleasure that excited her far more than pure pleasure could.

When he broke off the kiss, leaving her gasping for breath, his lips began to move down her neck, his hands still full of her breasts, and Trish gave in. She let go. Closed her eyes and turned off her brain.

It didn’t matter whether it was right or wrong, or whether she should fight or not. For this moment, she would enjoy it.

Trish didn’t want to think about whether she was a good girl or a bad girl. She was so tired of worrying, of judging herself, of trying to find smart ways to fight back.

And Jordan seemed more intent on her pleasure than anything else right now.

Give in, give in, give in …

Was it a full surrender? Was it just a retreat? She didn’t know. All Trish knew was she needed a break. She needed to give herself a break.

As his mouth moved lower, so did his hands, and Trish found herself being gently laid back on the desk, her legs parted so her skirt rode up as Jordan lavished kisses on her breasts and nipples, his hands sliding up her thighs.

It was seductive pleasure with just a tiny sting of pain as his teeth nipped at her skin, giving Trish exactly what her body craved.

She moaned, writhing, as his fingers sought out her wet folds, bumping against the base of the plug in her ass as he did. Nerve-endings flared to life with pleasure as he stroked her pussy, teasing her, arousing her, readying her.

Fingers pushed inside her as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, and Trish cried out as she clamped down around him, her hands coming up to hold onto the back of his head.

It felt so good as his fingers thrust, his other hand sliding up to toy with the plug, increasing the heady sensations.

Her nipple throbbed as he suckled it and pulsed when his teeth gently nibbled the aching bud.

What he did to her felt different: more tender, more intimate.

It was a reward and a mind-fuck all in one because her defenses were already lowered and this felt softer… like lovemaking. It felt like he was focused entirely on her pleasure, focused on her. Somehow,

“Oh!” She jerked as his fingers grazed over her g-spot, pressing down and then pulling away to thrust in and out of her again.

Trish’s body bowed as he switched breasts, his fingers nimbly toying with her, sending her need higher as she writhed for him.

Her hips moved rhythmically, seeking the pleasure she’d been promised.

Jordan’s lips moved from her nipples to her mouth, the fabric of his shirt rubbing over her as his thrusting fingers became more aggressive.

The heel of his hand ground against her clit, and he swallowed her scream of ecstasy.

Trish throbbed around his fingers, her ass clenching around the plug as she came.

Pleasure washed over and through her, leaving her limp and satiated.

The movements of Jordan’s hand gentled as she squirmed, her pussy more sensitive after her orgasm, and Trish realized she had her arms around his neck and was kissing him back. Passionately.

She pulled away, but, when Trish opened her eyes, she could see from the gleam in his that the damage was done. He knew he’d gotten to her, and his lips curved into a pleased, little smile. Worse, the corners of her lips tugged. Some part of Trish wanted to smile back.

She lowered her eyes.

“Open.” Jordan held his fingers up in front of her mouth.

Trish obeyed, trying to ignore the lingering sizzle of arousal as she cleaned her cream from Jordan’s fingers.

Her legs remained slightly parted as her pussy lips were swollen from her climax.

With her downcast eyes, she could see the large bulge at the front of Jordan’s pants, but he didn’t reach for his cock.

Sometimes it confused Trish how he could lavish pleasure on her constantly, yet occasionally denied himself. She never knew whether he would fuck her or not, even when he started playing with her. It might be part of what kept her on edge throughout the day; the wondering.

“Good girl.” Jordan slid his fingers from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He straightened her dress so she was covered again, his hands caressing her as he did, obviously enjoying touching her. He slid his hand into hers, and led her back toward the door.

Trish followed along after him, still bemused by her reward, which hadn’t included any kind of release for him. It had truly been a reward for her. Would she ever understand Jordan?