Swirling his tongue around her clit, Jordan smiled in triumph as Trish let out a gasping moan and shuddered, her pussy squeezing his fingers as she came.
He'd indulged in his own needs enough the night before, but he still wanted to wake his babygirl up with an orgasm. She was so beautiful when she was all soft and submissive, blinking sleepily and hazy with pleasure. Last night he'd worn her out so she was even more tired than usual, but that hadn't stopped her from reaching her pleasure.
Trish was perfection, from the stunning, light blonde hair that matched his own and had been the first thing about her to catch his eye, to her occasional sweet smile, to her inquisitive mind. He'd noticed she liked to listen in on the conversations on the Wolf's dais, her mind always working even though she didn't talk much about what she was thinking. She was always observing, watching, analyzing. He knew she'd been studying ancient earth cultures at the university.
The first time he'd seen her, she'd been sitting at a park table with a textbook, completely ignoring everyone around her. Her hair in the sunlight had caught his attention first; he'd never seen anyone else with such a light color. At first he'd thought they might be related, but after following her back to her school, finding out her identity, and acquiring her records he'd known that wasn't true.
But her records had only made him even more interested in her. She was an orphan, like him. Making her own way, like he had.
So much lonelier than he'd been though. So much more alone. That hadn't been in her records. He'd learned that by following her, until Zadia had caught him at it and told him to either do something or cut it out. It wasn't normal to just follow a woman around watching her. And she'd noticed his focus wasn't normal, so she'd followed him to see what he was doing with his free time and found him following Trish. Watching a group of asshole Moon students harassing her and practically chasing her away from the library, he'd decided Zadia was right. So a few days later, when the Wolf decided he wanted to replace Slave, Jordan had taken Trish as well.
For some reason he hadn't wanted her to know that he'd singled her out though, so she'd been treated the same as Bella and Alex initially. He'd felt embarrassed about his unusual behavior in regards to her.
Now he didn't care what anyone thought about his behavior when it came to her.
******
Trish sat stiffly in Jordan's lap as he caressed her thigh. He didn't have an erection yet, but she was sure it would come. On the opposite end of the couch, Laura was curled up on Marek's thighs, looking much more natural than Trish felt.
She didn't know if she felt awkward because of the exhibitionism and voyeurism that had happened between them yesterday or what, all Trish knew was that things now felt weird. She couldn't stop wondering if it was going to happen again. Would Jordan push her farther? He'd obviously really liked watching Marek and Laura yesterday going by the way he'd worn her out last night.
After breakfast, Jordan had left her with Marek and Laura before disappearing for a while. Laura said he'd probably gone to greet Cora. He'd come back only a few minutes ago and Marek had turned on the vid screen to the internal cameras in the Wolf's main room. The Wolf was on the dais with Alex and Bella kneeling on either side of him, while a lethal looking woman and a huge man with very dark skin - which was as unusual as Jordan and Trish's very light hair and quite beautiful - spoke to the Wolf.
Trish tried to pay attention, but it wasn't easy with Jordan's fingers caressing the inside of her thighs, his arm pushing her skirt higher and higher up her legs, making her blush and squirm on his growing erection, because she could feel Laura and Marek's eyes on her. Worse... it wasn't a completely bad feeling. She hadn't liked having a whole room of strangers watching her, but since she was starting to come to know Laura and Marek, there was still an intimacy, a privacy about being watched by them and... well it was kind of arousing. Especially when Marek started touching Laura as well.
Having no qualms about being watched, Laura arched her back, pushing her breasts into Marek's hands. Her eyes flitted back and forth between the vid screen and watching Trish's skirt slowly rise, and Trish found herself hard pressed not to return the attention.
Although she did experience a jolt of shock when Cora called the Wolf by what was apparently his first name - Scott.
"Scott?" she repeated, her voice incredulous. It was such an innocuous sounding name for such a frightening man. The Wolf struck terror (and, if she were being honest, excitement) into the hearts of the Moon's population. Scott... would not.
Jordan rumbled beneath her as he chuckled. "Don't ever let him hear you call him that."
He sounded amused, but she knew he was also serious.
Trying to ignore the way his fingers were making little circles just beneath her labia, making her pussy tingle, Trish twisted slightly to see his expression. "Do you ever call him Scott?"
The question didn't distract him from touching her, but it was still worth asking just to satisfy her curiosity.
Both Jordan and Marek chuckled.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not his equal." Jordan said the answer like it didn't matter, but it did... it really did. Laura had made Cora sound like she was a contemporary of the Wolf, but there was a huge difference between being just a contemporary and being one of the few who could call the Wolf by his real name... especially when even the Wolf's right hand man, which Jordan was, didn't.
So why didn't anyone on the Moon know Cora's name?
She gasped as Jordan's fingers slipped into her pussy, pumping gently as they pushed into her body.
"You're thinking too much," he murmured in her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.
