Apparently Trish was becoming used to waking up to pleasure. Jordan's mouth on her pussy as she slowly came awake didn't faze her at all. It felt expected. Almost natural. And far too easy to just forget where she was and who was giving her the pleasure, and just give into it. Mewling, she writhed, reaching down to touch him. As soon as her fingers brushed the short, soft strands of his hair, she found her wrists wrapped in his long fingers and pulled to either side of her body. His broad shoulders had her legs draped over them, giving her complete access to her pussy without the use of his hands.
As she shuddered with pleasure, she realized he must have used the healing cream on her last night while she was sleeping. When she'd fallen asleep, curled up against his chest, her nipples had still ached from the clamps, her pussy had been sore from the rough sex, and he'd even taken the plug out of her bottom when she'd asked, telling him she was sore there too. Now her nipples felt totally fine, her pussy was more than fine, and the only problem with her bottom was that she felt strangely empty without the plug. There were some things she wished she wasn't getting used to.
Trish writhed against Jordan's mouth, letting him have his way with her, not bothering to fight it. She moaned as he laved his tongue over her clit, expertly toying with her and prolonging her pleasure until she moaned his name, not even sure why she was doing it. Then he was suddenly on top of her, holding her wrists down on either side of her head and his cock sliding into her.
As he thrust into her, Trish found her hips coming up to meet his, her body thrumming with the need to cum again. She'd never had so many sexual urges in her life before coming here, and when she just woke up she had less control over herself than other times of the day. It all still felt vaguely dreamlike, and not nearly as wrong. She cried out as Jordan pounded into her, much harder and faster than he had the night before.
There was no taking his time, no trying to make her cum multiple times; just hard, raw need as he took possession of her. It didn't matter. She was already wet and highly aroused from the way he'd woken her, her pussy throbbing, her body coiling with tension, and as he feverishly fucked her, Trish came apart beneath him. Ecstasy rose and fell, swamping her, filling her, shuddering through her as he groaned out her name and sent his own hot pleasure flowing into her.
She was very dimly aware of him moving around her afterwards, of the warm wet cloth cleaning off her pussy. When she was rolled onto her side and a thick plug pressed into her bottom, she didn't do more than grumble, wince, and then sigh as it settled into place.
"Good girl," she heard Jordan murmur. A kiss pressed against her temple as she fell back into sleepy oblivion.
******
During the meals taken with soldiers, Trish had noticed Jordan never sat with the same people. They moved, every meal time, even though almost nobody else did. It didn't really matter where they sat, to her, since it wasn't like she knew anyone. At first she almost wondered if he was doing it so she could meet everyone, since he introduced her every time even though he didn't encourage conversation with the other soldiers. He was more possessive when she was seated next to a male soldier than a female soldier, and but also seemed less possessive about a male non-soldier than a female soldier.
"It's about strength," Laura said when Trish mentioned quietly it to her. Laura was a stunningly gorgeous civilian woman, paired with a soldier named Marek, whom Jordan seemed friendlier with than others. The two women sat between Laura and Marek over breakfast, but the men seemed inclined to let them have their own conversation. Trish couldn't help but wonder if that was Jordan's doing. "He probably doesn't see anyone not a soldier as a threat. Or at least, sees them as less of a threat. And it's obvious you're not as into women as you are men. Marek's the same way with me." Her lips curved in a wry smile as she jerked her head to her left, where Marek was deep in conversation with some of the other soldiers sitting near them.
With her thick, light brown hair, streaked with red highlights, abundant curves, long legs, flawless complexion, and warm hazel eyes, Laura looked like the Moon's ideal of feminine beauty. Next to her Trish felt too short, too palely colored, and too skinny. She was pretty sure it would take three or more of her boobs to make up one of Laura's, but Jordan had barely given Laura a second glance, despite the low cut, tight dress Laura was wearing.
Trish told herself that his disinterest in the gorgeous Laura did NOT make her feel good.
"So if I started showing more interest in you, he'd move me away?" Trish asked quietly, turning over the thought in her mind. Not that she wanted to be moved away from Laura, but since she was getting insight into Jordan from someone who seemed to know him, she might as well gather as much knowledge as she could.
Maybe she'd never get to use it, but maybe she would. Maybe it would never matter that she knew the main entrance was located on the Northeast side of the compound or that Jordan saw non-soldier males as less of a sexual threat than female soldiers, or that he would move her away out of jealousy, but maybe it would. If nothing else, she had to at least try. This morning had proven to her that she was becoming far too comfortable with the new routines of her life.
When she'd woken up alone, without his overwhelming presence there, thinking about the way she'd reacted to him when he'd woken her up earlier had nearly panicked her again. Stockholm's Syndrome. That was what it had been called during ancient Earth times. Identifying with her captors and eventually turning to their side.
It didn't help that everyone was so freaking nice and welcoming to her either. Like Laura, who acted as though Trish was just like her - just another citizen female, one who maybe didn't know as much about how things worked, but no big deal.
Laura coughed, although it sounded more like a laugh, and her hazel eyes were amused. "Well, I doubt that." She leaned in towards Trish to murmur in her ear. "I've been with Marek for almost ten years now and, while it's been a while since Jordan last had a girlfriend, but everyone knows he likes to watch... and he especially likes to watch girl-on-girl."
So many emotions cascaded through Trish, all at once.
Terror - at the idea of being watched, the memory of how everything had happened with Bella. Relief - he'd promised she wouldn't have to do any public scenes. Guilt - fracking GUILT that he'd given up something apparently everyone knew he liked, for her. Curiosity - why had he done that when he hadn't needed to? Incredulity - did Laura really just call Trish Jordan's girlfriend?! The idea of her having that title seemed ludicrous. Everyone knew how Trish had arrived at the compound. Why she was still there. But Laura hadn't said it ironically. More curiosity - what had Jordan's previous "girlfriends" been like? Had they been there by choice? Fear - what had happened to them after their relationship with Jordan ended? Had they been released, like the Moon's captives? Or had something more awful happened to them? Worry - if she couldn't satisfy Jordan, if he wasn't getting what he wanted from her, what would he do with her?
Some part of her insisted he wouldn't harm her. Trish hated that part because she was pretty sure that trusting, stupid part of her was leading her down the Stockholm Syndrome Highway and she was trying to pay more attention to that now.
She leaned in towards Laura. "Are any of his um, past girlfriends still around?"
"Nah, Jordan never goes for the soldier type so they all had to leave the compound afterwards. I'm still friends with Anya. She's in the Union now."
