Trish was not entirely pleased to have to return to the Wolf's Compound, she admitted it.
It felt like putting on an old pair of clothing - not a well-worn comfortable set, but clothing she'd grown out of and which was now too restrictive, too tight.
She'd loved the house Jordan had brought her to. They'd had dinner with Marek and Laura, before giving them a tour of the house, and then Jordan and Marek had watched her and Laura play in the waves on the beach before taking them back to their respective homes. Trish had actually been a little disappointed their evening hadn't been more... graphic.
While she still didn't like the idea of a large audience, she couldn't deny smaller audiences, and especially Laura and Marek's presence, turned her on. They definitely turned Jordan on.
The house had everything she could have ever wanted, and was even near a school she could go to if she desired, with all her credits transferred over from her old university. When she asked if her scholarship would transfer too, Jordan told her not to worry about it. Which... she struggled with. She rather liked having someone take care of her like this, but she wasn't used to it, and Rio was a strange blend of her old life and her new life.
No soldiers, no Wolf, none of the Moon's excesses, casual cruelties, and maneuverings being shoved in her face, no reminders that she had once been a Moonie too... and yet Jordan was still there, taking care of her, cooking for her, picking out her clothing, and tormenting her with pain and pleasure.
She earned her first spanking when she wanted to go to the beach and he told her to give him half an hour. Instead, she'd walked out on her own, and had received a very public spanking on the beach as a result. Well, it felt public, even if there had hardly been anyone else out there. Definitely less people than would have seen her at the compound. She was lucky; a few hours later when Jordan did actually take her to the beach - her bottom still stinging from the spanking she'd gotten, the sand and water were much more crowded.
She'd reveled in this new life... all the things she wanted, her classes, the feeling of being loved, all the food she could eat, a beautiful home, the beautiful beach, and even all the needs she didn't want to admit to having were being met.
Coming back to the Wolf's Compound was nearly as bad as how she imagined returning to the Moon would be after having lived in the compound. Although, at least she and Jordan had only been in Rio for a few days.
Everything was back to politics, maneuvering, and all the reminders of the terrible manner in which her life had changed for the better. Trish didn't really like thinking about how her new life had come about; she just wanted to get back to it. She also didn't like being anywhere near the Wolf, who was the only person Jordan was willing to be ordered around by. While she could often predict how Jordan was going to do, the Wolf wasn't predictable at all.
He also had two new kidnapping victims, which only reminded Trish even more about how she'd come to her current position in life. Since Jordan was the Wolf's right hand man - even if he was slowly handing all his duties over to Zadia - and he preferred to have Trish by his side, by default that meant she was spending a lot of time in the Wolf's presence and his "bitch" and "slut."
Bitch was Ken, son of one the most powerful men on the Moon and he was definitely a bitch in every sense of the word. He never stopped bitching, he acted like a little bitch, and he was also a bitch to Trish after he'd found out she was from the Moon. For some reason, he thought her low social status there meant he was even lower than his position here.
Slut was Lisa. She was better than Ken, especially after she had ended up spending some time with Trish at the pool. Despite the fact that she had cheated on her previous boyfriend with Ken, she didn't seem to actually like him any better than Trish did. Trish had been prepared to dislike her too - she'd gotten disturbingly jealous when Lisa had thrown herself at Jordan - but she actually wasn't half bad. Sometimes she said insensitive things, but it was out of ignorance, not malice.
After she'd had some time to calm down and take in the way things were around the Wolf, Lisa hadn't even looked at Jordan twice. And she'd been really nice to Trish.
Trish kinda wanted to dislike her anyway, because she'd cheated on Alex with Bella's boyfriend, and Trish felt a kind of kinship to the other two captives who had been kidnapped along with her even if she had been kept separate from them, but it was hard to dislike someone who was in a truly pitiable situation. The Wolf amused himself by giving her the choice of doing something humiliating and sexual with him or Ken, and she always chose the Wolf.
Maybe she was just looking to get in good with the most powerful man in the room, but the expression of revulsion on her face whenever she looked at Ken made Trish think that Lisa would really prefer to have nothing to do with her fellow captive at all.
Sitting on Jordan's lap while he idly fondled her breasts was like deja vu, except that it was Lisa and Ken at the Wolf's feet instead of Alex and Bella. She was glad they'd gotten to return to the Moon... but she kind of missed them being there too. Which was messed up since they hadn't wanted to be there, but it didn't make the feeling of wanting them there go away.
Even if she didn't completely dislike Lisa now, she didn't feel the same kind of connection to her that she had Bella either.
"The ships have begun construction," the Wolf said, studying the papers Zadia had just handed him. "Then we'll have to stock them. In the meantime, a route is being plotted." He turned his gaze back to Jordan. "Are you sure you don't want to go?"
Jordan's fingers slid through Trish's hair. "We'll talk about it."
The Wolf nodded and looked down again, and - with a jolt - Trish realized Jordan was talking about talking to HER about it. Which really made her wish she'd been listening a little more closely, even if it was difficult when Jordan was teasing her breasts and nipples and she was preoccupied by her own thoughts.
While Jordan was slowly becoming better at communicating in general, in fact he was almost talkative sometimes now, it wasn't like he wanted to talk all the time. She still initiated most conversations, although his answers to her questions had become much more descriptive and involved as he'd obviously made an effort to be more open with her.
"It's not going to be an easy life for anyone who goes," the Wolf said, almost musing. "But it's the best hope most people will get. Life here may or may not be sustainable within a few generations, depending on whether or not we can turn around the damage that's already been done."
"Good thing I'm retiring then," Jordan said, and Trish stared at him. Had he just made a joke?
The Wolf chuckled. Apparently he had.
Being in Rio had loosened him up more than she'd realized.
As if sensing her regard, he tilted his head to catch her eye, a tiny sparkle in the normally icy blue. Trish's lips quirked in acknowledgement.
It occurred to her that she wasn't the only one who had changed since she'd been taken by him.
When the Wolf dismissed them, his eyes turning towards Lisa and Ken, Trish was a little surprised when Jordan didn't seem inclined to stick around and watch the show. He seemed to usually enjoy watching as much as he did being watched.
Instead, as the Wolf called Lisa to him, Jordan stood up, lifting Trish up in his arms with him, and moved to the exit.
With her arms clinging around his neck, Trish had one last view of Lisa getting on her knees in front of the Wolf as the floor opened and his personal sex dungeon began to raise up. Brianne, a stunning redhead, stood behind Ken, her hands in his hair and a smile on her lips as she watched the set-up rise. Beside her, Brick was looking down at Ken with anticipation in his eyes.
The captives were in for some kind of production.
