Author's note - I do not recommend reading the chapters out of order unless you truly don't care about the plot =) And there is a fair amount of plot.
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Chapter 2
The room Jordan took her to looked just like the doctor's offices she'd visited on the Moon and once she'd come to school down on Earth. White tiled, steel cabinets and sink, and a big table in the center of the room with stirrups. The biggest difference was the shower stall in the corner. Trish couldn't imagine why a shower stall would be needed, but she didn't think she wanted to. She was all too aware that she was still completely naked while Jordan was clothed.
He hadn't even undressed to rape her. Just opened the front of his pants and taken her.
When Jordan placed her on the table, Trish shivered as she looked down at it and realized there were an awful lot of straps attached to it, unlike doctor's tables that she'd seen before. She curled into a little ball, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
"Don't worry," Jordan said in his deep voice, the reassuring, soothing tone, not the scary one he'd used with Alex. "I won't use those unless they're absolutely necessary, baby."
"Trish," she whispered.
He arched one arrogant eyebrow at her and she quailed inwardly. "What?"
Licking her lips, she tried to gather her nerves. "My name is Trish." Her voice wasn't any louder than it had been the first time, but even that felt brave.
"I know." A tiny smile quirked the corner of his mouth at her look of surprise.
She didn't really know what to say after that, so she just watched him as he went over to one of the gleaming cabinets and opened it, pulling out a small wash cloth. He turned on the water and ran it over the cloth before coming back to her.
"Lay back and spread your legs," he instructed her. When she just stared up at him, unmoving, he raised his eyebrow. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, baby girl, but if you don't do as I tell you then I'll spank you, strap you down, and still do what I want." He stated his case with relish and Trish didn't doubt that he'd be perfectly happy to do things either way.
Trying not to whimper, she very slowly lay back, closing her eyes as if that would help on the table. Her legs parted a little, and she squeezed her eyes tighter as she felt his hands on her thighs, pushing them even further apart. It felt like she couldn't possibly have any tears left as he pulled her down the table and she felt her feet being put into stirrups, which spread her wide open and left her deflowered pussy completely vulnerable.
Her breath came in little pants as she tried not to think about how exposed she was.
True to his word, he didn't strap her down. Something warm, wet, and textured pressed against her pussy, and Trish's eyes popped open, only to realize that he was using the clothe he'd wetted to clean her off. His focus was completely on his task, his eyes between her legs, and Trish couldn't help but stare at his face, now that he wasn't looking at hers. There were tiny lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, that could be from laughing or frowning, although she had trouble imagining him laughing. His short blond hair might actually be even lighter than hers although it was hard to tell; it might just look lighter because it was so much shorter.
When his eyes flicked up to meet her gaze, she immediately closed hers again. The intensity she saw in him didn't reassure her at all. The look he gave her was something she'd never seen before, at least not directed at her, although she'd observed it when men looked at other women. Hungry. Possessive. Satisfied.
His fingers slid through the curls on her mound and she shivered, clenching her fists to keep herself from trying to reach down and push him away. The need to do so was almost overwhelming, but she was far too aware of how alone and vulnerable she was right now. She wondered what was happening to Alex and Bella, whether or not they were nearby. Not that they'd be able to help her either.
"I'm going to take this off," Jordan told her, petting the soft curls. "It won't hurt."
Trish didn't answer, but apparently he didn't need one. Despite how big he was, he moved quickly and efficiently and Trish found herself completely bare within a matter of minutes. She couldn't help but stare down at her denuded sex, almost horrified by how puffy and pronounced her pussy lips looked down, and how strange her mound looked without its usual covering.
"So pretty," Jordan murmured, leaning down.
She stared and then jumped in surprise as his tongue slid up the center of her pussy lips. "Oh!"
The sensation was slickly shocking, making her jump at the strangeness and pleasure of it. Jordan laughed, looking up at her between her thighs. His hands rubbed the insides of her legs, one finger moving up to tease her sensitive folds. "You look surprised."
She sucked her lips into her mouth, not sure whether he wanted an answer or not. One blond, barely there, eye-brow raised and he moved his finger up to her clit, circling the tiny bud and sending an unwanted tingle through her body. Rather than tempt him to further explore her newly bared flesh, Trish answered, hoping to distract him.