Sweet. Like peaches. Jordan grinned as his tongue lapped at the hot, wet pussy of his sleeping beauty. He'd always liked that fairy tale as a kid. A curse, a dragon, and a sleeping woman awakening to find herself bearing a royal twins. There had been other versions, he'd been told, but he liked the original. It was more real. A lot of the original versions of fairy tales had become popular on Earth, although once upon a time the more romanticized versions had been the popular ones. Since the wealthy left for the Moon, uncaring as the Earth was plunged into chaos until the war lords took over, carving out their territories, romance had died. That's what his mother had told him, anyway.
He pushed those thoughts away. They had no place in this room. In his bed. He was no longer a street kid, pushed out after his mother's death; he was the right hand man of the Wolf. And he had his own captured sleeping beauty.
That thought made Jordan smile again, his tongue lapping as he lapped at Trish's sweet pussy. She slept deeply, as she always did, exhausted by the day and his nightly demands; only her soft, sleepy moans and wet, swollen cunt indicated she was in any way aware of his touch. But he liked waking her with pleasure before he had to tend to his normal routine. He didn't need much sleep anyway, never had. In his life, there had always been too many reasons to stay awake, most of them life or death.
This... his baby girl, she was the first thing in his life that was pure pleasure.
Last night she'd come apart for him. Submitted to him. He'd felt it. That moment... she'd be his. Eventually. Jordan didn't fool himself. He knew he was not a woman's ideal. He didn't talk enough. He didn't respond well to demands. And he was too controlling. Even women who said they wanted to be controlled didn't want a man like him. But his baby girl had needed someone to take care of her. He'd seen it. So he'd taken her.
She moaned again, her limbs moving in that restless way that said she was finally waking up. Jordan grinned and slit his fingers into her hot pussy, carefully, in case she was sore. He'd been rough last night, demanding, and he hadn't want to leave the room to go get the healing cream from Margolius. This morning he'd wake his little girl up, like he always did, pleasure her, and let her go back to sleep dreaming of him.
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"Sir... we need to talk to you." Two soldiers came to a halt in front of Jordan, standing at attention. Sitting on Jordan's lap, Trish was trying to ignore the soft caresses through her dress, her eyes moving around the large open area. Soldiers were always everywhere in the compound, but they were rarely watching her. She wondered, idly, if escape would be easier if she did it without Alex and Bella... but what kind of person would that make her? Not only that, but it occurred to her she had no idea what was outside the compound.
The real outside wasn't visible from any of the places Jordan had taken her to.
"Go ahead," Jordan said calmly, his big hand splayed on Trish' stomach.
"Well, uh... Sir, there's been an incident inside... um..." The guard who was speaking looked at her and then quickly back at Jordan. His companion did the same.
Nodding, as if understanding, Jordan picked Trish up and set her down beside him. He stood and turned to look down at her. "Don't move from here, baby girl."
The same firm tones he used in the morning when he was dressing her. Trish had discovered he meant what he said. She'd moved to the end of the bed this morning, wanting to see what he was doing in the bathroom while she wasn't in there, and had been soundly spanked before being returned back to her original location. After that, she hadn't tried to move again from that spot again. It wasn't worth it just to see what he was doing. Her bottom was still a little sore as she sat down on the hard bench.
Following the two soldiers, Jordan moved out of earshot. Trish stared after him, trying to decide whether it was worth it to risk another spanking. It wasn't like she could go anywhere. Alex and Bella were right there and they weren't trying to sneak away either. Alex was swimming laps in the pool. Slowly, because he was probably starving by now, but still swimming. She looked up at the sky. Blue. So blue, with just a few clouds. Definitely nothing to help her figure out where in the world the compound was located.
"Trish..." A whisper impinged on her thoughts. "Trish."
Her forehead creased as she dropped her head down to look at Bella, who was mere feet away from her, hanging on the edge of the pool. It was the first time either Bella or Alex had tried to communicate with her since that first day. She shot a worried glance over at Jordan, who still seemed engrossed in his conversation about whatever the incident was.
"What?"
"Are you allowed to talk to us?"
Trish shot another worried glance at Jordan, her mind moving quickly. "I don't know... he hasn't told me not to."
Of course, if he caught her doing so, he might. Might even punish her for it. On the other hand - why was she trying to please him and follow rules that he hadn't even laid down for her? Besides, this would give her a chance to relieve some of her guilt.
"Bella... I just wanted to say I'm really sorry... About... you know..." Surprisingly, tears sprang into her eyes as the repressed guilt welled up. She'd been avoiding thinking about the forced interaction between her and Bella, because she'd known Bella hadn't had a choice - had even taken two blows from Jordan's belt for hesitating - and yet she'd been resentful of Bella forcing herself on her anyway.
"No, don't apologize!" Bella looked horrified at Trish's apology. She made a swift slicing motion with her hand, as if to cut Trish's words and regrets away. "I'm sorry that I had to... but it's not either of our faults, okay?"
Trish nodded, although it didn't totally ease the guilt. Sure, Bella had basically forced herself on Trish, but only after being belted by Jordan. And Trish already knew her own public torments were at an end, but Bella's and Alex's would continue.
"Have you seen any of the news shows?" Bella whispered.
The question was so odd, so unexpected, Trish had to blink before she could think to answer. She shook her head, glancing at Jordan. So far he'd kept her too busy to even think of watching the vids most of the time. Even in the mornings, he'd wake her up, make her orgasm, and then she'd fall back asleep until he came back for her. She was rarely awake before he returned and even when she was, she barely had time to do much more than go to the bathroom or take a shower. If she was in the shower when he got there, he'd climb in and clean her off to HIS satisfaction, which usually led to more orgasms. She shook those thoughts away, hating that she didn't totally hate the orgasms anymore. "He never turns on the television."
