As usual, Jordan woke up before Trish. He stroked his hands down her body, almost unbelieving that she was still there. That he wasn't going to have to hunt her down and cart her back to him. She murmured in her sleep as he caressed her, her front pressing closing to him, arching against him, and his cock - already half hard - rose to its full length in response.
Unfortunately, just as he was preparing to roll her onto her back and wake her up in the usual way, his com chimed with the special note that let him know the Wolf wanted his presence.
Groaning, Jordan got up and went to the closet, pulling out a dress for Trish to wear. This one was the same blue as her eyes. When he turned around, she was already stirring, blinking in his direction.
"Time to get up and get dressed baby girl," he said, heading back towards the bed.
Trish pouted. "But..."
A blush spread across her cheeks as she pressed her legs together and Jordan grinned. She wanted her morning treat.
"Yes?" he asked, coming to a stop at the bed, casually holding the dress at his side.
The pouting of her lower lip increased, as did the red across her cheeks. She curled in on herself, looping her cuffed wrists over her legs. A strange expression crossed her face as she glanced at her wrists, but it disappeared too quickly for him to attempt to interpret it.
Her mouth opened and closed, but she apparently couldn't bring herself to ask for what she wanted.
Chuckling, Jordan tossed the dress onto the bed.
"The Wolf requires my presence, so I can't take my time the way that I'd like to," he said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards the edge of the bed. Trish let out a tiny shriek as color rose in her cheeks, her nipples hardening. "Spread your legs, baby girl."
******
The order sent a little shudder down Trish's spine.
Not that she needed further arousal; she'd woken up wet and ready, her body primed for Jordan's usual morning activities. She was torn with relief that he hadn't made her ask for what she needed, and embarrassed that he'd immediately known and was obviously amused by it. Not that he wasn't turned on too; the bulge at the front of his pants made that clear.
But instead of undoing the front of his pants, he was lowering his mouth to her breasts, his fingers sliding through the already slippery folds of her pussy.
With the time he'd taken to learn her body, he knew exactly how and where to touch her to get her off fast and hard. Trish moaned as he bit down gently on her nipple, his fingers sliding inside her pussy and curving to stroke against her g-spot. She rested her bound hands on the back of his head, still slightly annoyed that he'd left the cuffs on her all night, and yet turned on by them as well.
At some point today, she was going to have to try to talk to him again, but right now all she wanted was her usual morning orgasm. After all, he'd been firm about things not changing.
As he sucked her nipples hard, alternating between the two of them, his fingers pumped inside of her plump pussy, the heel of his hand rubbing circles against her clit. Trish's legs kicked as her body arched, tightening and quivering around his fingers as she came.
After that, she was rushed through dressing and having her hair brushed, which made her feel more than a little disgruntled. She'd liked their slower mornings, where Jordan took his time with dressing her and brushing her hair and washing her. Not that she'd realized quite how much she'd liked them until she suddenly wasn't getting it.
Although, she stopped pouting by the third time Jordan gave her two crisp swats for the third time, admonishing her not to drag her feet. Mostly because it was humiliating to realize that she was acting like a pouty child because she wasn't getting enough attention from him... when a few weeks ago she would have preferred not to have his attention.
It was moments like this that made her wonder how messed up she really was.
When they reached the Wolf's main room, the Wolf gave Jordan a dark look, but didn't say anything about his tardiness. His eyes lingered on Trish in a way that made her shrink back into Jordan. The next time Jordan said the Wolf required their presence, Trish wouldn't move slowly. She wasn't scared of Jordan anymore - not really, even if she didn't really like being spanked for punishment since it
hurt
, but she knew he wouldn't actually harm her. She couldn't say the same thing about the Wolf.
He definitely still scared her. Especially when his piercing gaze studied her like that.
How far did Jordan's protection go?
Then again, Jordan said he was 'retiring' soon. So maybe she wouldn't have to worry about it after all.