Author's note: This chapter is going to start off exactly the same as Ch 26 of Taken by the Wolf, however, I will be switching viewpoints back and forth between Trish and Jordan so that the chapter is not the same the whole way through. Still, if you feel like you've seen some of this before, it's because you have! Hopefully you enjoy the new material woven throughout it!
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Trish didn't know what to think. Glancing at the big man seated next to her, his hand wrapped firmly around hers, she felt almost frightened. She hadn't been told anything, she had no idea what was going on, all she knew was that she was leaving the compound for the first time since she'd been taken.
And she didn't want to.
It was a startling and fairly frightening realization. But she felt safe in the compound. Everyone watched out for her, even when Jordan wasn't around. Everyone cared for her. She had actual friends, who waved to her in the hallway, chatted with her at mealtime, and never once looked at her with pity because she was an orphan, or contempt because she wasn't rich. They all came from different places, different backgrounds, and yet they came together and none of that mattered. It was completely different from the way she'd grown up on the Moon, where background and family status were all that mattered and everyone was judged by that. Even winning a scholarship to Earth had been seen as a reason for derision, because anyone who mattered wouldn't need such a thing.
She told herself that she'd gotten used to the demands Jordan put on her body, the pain and pleasure, the punishment and rewards, but the truth was, she'd started to like it.
Leaving the compound made her start to worry that this time in her life was over, even though Jordan hadn't said so. He was still holding her hand as the hover-car began to move, although he was talking on his earpiece to someone in one of the other cars. Looking around, Trish could see there were six other cars, completely filled with the Wolf's soldiers, heading out with them. She couldn't imagine Jordan taking her on something dangerous... but would he take this many people if he were going to get rid of her somehow?
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Feeling Trish's tension, Jordan squeezed her hand. He was actually rather gratified by her seeming reluctance to leave the compound this morning . She hadn't even looked happy when he told her they were going to.
As the car moved through the Wolf's neighborhoods, his territory surrounding the compound, Jordan pressed a finger to his ear piece, putting him through to Paul, who had eyes on the target. "Is everything in place?"
"They just arrived at the museum, right on schedule."
"Good, we're on our way for pick-up... any concerns we should be aware of?"
"They have a team of ten guards, four of which are undercover and pretending like they're no such thing."
Jordan snorted derisively. Fucking overconfident Moonies. They published their schedule, had a pathetic amount of guards, and - knowing them - hadn't even hired anyone competent. Although, Paul would have been able to spot most undercovers anyway, but still. "I mean real concerns."
Paul chuckled. "No."
"Okay, good. We'll be there soon."
He pressed the earpiece to disconnect, feeling his adrenaline start to flow with the excitement of a mission. This wasn't a particularly difficult mission, at least it shouldn't be, but there was definitely an element of danger. He'd never captured anyone like this before. Normally they used stealth or bait to take the Wolf's captives, who were normally completely unguarded... but the Wolf had decided he wanted this particular capture to be a statement.
Beside him, Trish was squirming anxiously, looking almost scared. While he liked her a little anxious, Jordan didn't want to see her scared. He laid his hand down on her thigh, gripping her with his fingers as he looked down at her.
"Calm down, baby," he said softly, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you."
To his pleasure, Trish immediately relaxed at his words, trusting in them. She still looked anxious though.
"Where are we going?" she whispered, her eyes sliding across to the other soldiers in the car's interior. They had their backs to her and Jordan, sitting in front of them, and weren't paying them any attention, so Jordan decided to distract her in the easiest way he knew how.
His fingers began to caress her inner thigh, sliding up the soft skin of her leg as he answered her. "I have to make a pick-up for the Wolf."
Her skirt began to raise as his fingers quested further up her thighs, seeking her pussy.
"Spread," he ordered, giving her a warning look not to argue. If she did, he would pull away, because that meant she really didn't want him touching her with others in the car, even if they weren't watching... but she bit her lip and her thighs parted a little more. It was enough.
His fingers slid into her folds and he smiled as he found them already wet. Her breath was coming in little, heaving pants and her nipples were pressing against the front of his dress. So, his baby girl didn't like being watched by a large audience or even those she didn't know well, but she seemed excited the presence of others who weren't watching. Perhaps she liked the danger of being caught? Maybe the anxiety that one of the soldiers might turn around at any moment and see Jordan with his fingers in her pussy turned her on?
Dipping his fingers between her folds, Jordan dragged them through her slit, gathering her cream and spreading it around her pussy lips, up to her clit, which swelled beneath his touch. Trish whimpered, trying to stay quiet as he played with her pussy, feeling the heat and slick wetness growing.
Unfortunately he didn't have enough time to make her cum... but now she'd been squirming and distracted, and he liked that nearly as much. Seeing the Museum coming up, Jordan slid his hand from between her legs and held his fingers up to her lips. Sexual frustration flashed in Trish's big blue eyes as she realized he didn't mean to finish, but she opened her lips to receive his fingers anyway, her little, pink tongue cleaning her cream off of his digits.
The hovercar landed, and Jordan could see the frustration growing in her eyes as she pressed her legs together. He liked her aching for him.
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Blinking, Trish realized that she recognized where they were; it was a museum. One that she had visited before she'd been taken. Her hand firmly clasped in Jordan's, he pulled her inside. The Wolf's soldiers followed behind them, spreading out through the crowd, and it suddenly occurred to Trish that most of them were dressed as civilians - including Jordan. Although, anyone who thought he was a regular guy - with his height, muscles, and fluid way of moving - was an idiot.
Slinging one heavy arm around her shoulders, Jordan tucked her into his body, keeping her pressed close by his side as they entered the museum.
It didn't take her more than a few minutes to realize Jordan wasn't actually looking at any of the exhibits, although he did stop in front of several of them, taking a minute before moving on. Trish looked at the first few, but as she realized he had some destination, some goal, in mind, she found herself becoming too nervous to pay attention to them. Instead, her gaze began to dart around the room, wondering what he was looking for, as she began to shift her weight restlessly.
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"Stay still and look at the painting, or I'll spank you the entire ride home," Jordan ordered, when Trish began to become too antsy. Maybe he should have given her an orgasm in the hovercar instead of leaving her on edge... but he'd thought the sexual frustration would be more distracting to her.
Really, he probably shouldn't have brought her at all, but he thought she'd enjoy the Museum. Plus, he didn't like the idea of pretending to be part of a couple with anyone else, it felt wrong somehow. And everyone had paired into couples for this mission.
The guards would find small - and large - groups more threatening than separated couples wandering around the museum. The entire force was made up of a mixed bag of soldiers and civilians, to help them blend even more. Across the hall, Jordan spotted Vaughn and Matthew, cuddled around each other as they looked up at a sculpture. They looked completely involved in the art, doing a much better job of being inconspicuous than Trish currently was.
After the threat of being spanked, she settled a little, but as they moved deeper into the museum, she kept looking around at the people instead of at the exhibits. Jordan was torn between finding it adorable and being somewhat frustrated by her.
In many ways, she was the perfect cover - she was so small and delicate looking that people's eyes glanced over him because they just saw a normal couple; a large, possessive partner and a smaller, more vulnerable partner. They would look at the two of them and assume he was there to please her. At least, they would as long as Trish looked involved in the exhibits.
So every time he caught her sneaking another look around, he'd add a minute of spanking to her tally, making her flush and then pale. She snuggled in closer to him, trying to focus on the exhibits. By the time they reached the artifacts of Ancient Egypt, Jordan had her up to seven minutes of being spanked on the ride home. That was also the room where he finally caught the first glimpse of his prey.
Murmurs in his ear piece told him everyone else was getting into position too, those who had come with civilian partners sent them back to their rendezvous points, each with a guard just in case someone put them together with the person they'd been walking around with. Not that Jordan put much faith in the Moonie guards to do so.
"Wait till you see these idiots," Paul's voice murmured in his ear, just before the target group came into view.
Jordan nearly laughed. The targets, Ken and Lisa, were standing with their six obvious bodyguards ranged around them - and they were incredibly obvious. Heavily muscled - but in a way which said they'd earned their bulk in a gym rather than actual fighting - with weapons bulges against their athletic clothing. The four bodyguards who were 'undercover' were still only about fifteen feet away from Lisa and Ken, obviously watching them instead of pretending they were looking at the exhibits. Right now, two of them were eyeing a large, chattering group of students in the corner, headed out of the exhibit, completely ignoring the couples wandering around the room.
Exactly how Jordan had wanted it.
But he was still a little let down by how easy this was going to be. The best the Moon could provide for its citizens to buy was no real match for the soldiers of the Wolf.
Feeling Trish tense beside him again, Jordan turned his head to see Zadia approaching. While he'd given one guard per three civilians for the rest of his group, he'd assigned Zadia specifically to Trish. He wanted to make sure Trish didn't try to run, but mostly he was worried about her getting lost or hurt when everything went down. People were going to panic and while he was concentrating on picking up the targets, he couldn't concentrate on protecting her.
Zadia was nearly as good as he was, though, and she'd protect Trish while he completed his mission.
He hoped Trish had enjoyed the time at the Museum.
Sidling up beside them, flanking Trish, Zadia focused on the headdress they were standing in front of. "Everyone's in position."
