Page 3 of His Pet

Even though she'd just wanted to see what was inside and hadn't actually been planning on going anywhere, exploring had been monumentally stupid. Although at the time she'd felt secure and she'd done everything she could make sure she wasn't being watched. She still wasn't entirely sure if Jordan had already known she was in there or if he'd just happened to be in the tunnels at the same time.

They went through the passageway until he opened up a room that she'd never seen before, although she recognized quite a bit of the equipment in it. This was obviously the room below the Wolf's main hall, the one that came up through the floor. That or it was an exact replica, because it had the same bed and wooden structures that they'd seen up on the dais. But down here there were all sorts of things lining the walls, things that Bella didn't even want to look at.

Jordan had Bella's hands cuffed together in front of her before forcing her to kneel a few feet away from him and Trish. The other soldiers lounged in the doorway, watching, although obviously not expecting to be invited any further into the room. Bella doubted they seriously thought she was that much of an escape threat right now, even if it was obvious that Jordan's attention was almost completely focused on Trish.

The pretty blonde was trussed up, her wrist cuffs attached to a hook that stretched her out. Ankle cuffs kept her legs spread apart, just wide enough for her to balance but making all the soft, sensitive areas between her legs completely vulnerable. Her wide blue eyes were trained on Jordan as he moved around the room; she didn't once glance at Bella. The ball-gag didn't allow her to make much noise, but Bella was sure she could hear little whimpers anyway.

Coming back in front of Trish, Jordan cupped one of her breasts in his big hands. Her head tipped back as she looked up at him, wide-eyed and shaking, even though Bella could tell that his touch was actually quite gentle. The scene in front of her seemed almost intimate, and she wanted to look away, but she couldn't. There was something very different about the way Jordan treated Trish and the way the Wolf treated her and Alex, and this was her first chance to really see it up close. She was fascinated.

Trish's long blonde hair hung down her back, slightly tangled and mussed-looking, swaying gently as she shook her head while Jordan squeezed and kneaded her breasts. His hands were so big on her small frame that he was able to completely engulf the mounds with his palms. Even though she was obviously scared, Bella could tell that Trish was also becoming aroused. The way her back arched, despite the limited movement allowed by her position, pressed her breasts further into Jordan's hands.

And when he moved away, Trish shuddered and whimpered.

Even though she didn't want to be, Bella was becoming aroused herself from watching them. It was a strange symphony of reluctance on Trish's part, obsessive desire on Jordan's, and the amalgamation of punishment and gentle tenderness that stirred something within Bella. She'd already learned that she could be sexually excited by things that she didn't think she should be, but she hadn't realized that it would extend to this kind of voyeurism. Pressing her thighs together, Bella shivered as she watched Jordan pinch and tug on Trish's nipples. His head was lowered; it looked like he was whispering in her ear. Bella desperately wished she could hear what he was saying.

Once Trish's nipples were fully extended, hard and pointy, Jordan straightened and reached into his pocket, pulling out what Bella immediately recognized as a set of nipple clamps. She whimpered in sympathy as Jordan closed a clamp over one of Trish's nipples. Trish's entire body shuddered, but she didn't pull away... she just closed her eyes and held as still as possible, her chest moving as she breathed in deeply through the pain, and Bella realized that this was definitely not Trish's first time with the clamps. Jordan clamped her other nipple, leaving the chain connecting the two hanging between her breasts, and then he stroked her sides, watching her reaction, his fingers moving up and down the curve of her body, almost as if he was soothing her, even though he was the one who had caused her pain.

There was a strange fluttering in her stomach, and Bella was shocked when she realized that she was actually envious. After all, no one had soothed or helped her when she'd been clamped or punished; she'd had no kind of encouragement at all. Not even Alex had been allowed to comfort her. But Jordan was doing so with Trish.

Once Trish seemed to have adjusted to the clamps, Jordan walked around behind her to pick up a long, flat leather paddle. He glanced over to where the soldiers were still in the doorway, silently standing at attention and watching. Bella bit her lower lip, even though they weren't watching her. When Jordan walked around behind the trussed-up blonde, drawing his arm back and landing the first blow across her ass, Bella realized that Trish had been positioned so that her breasts would thrust out at the soldiers as her body arched in reaction to the blow. As if Jordan was almost deliberately taunting them with what he had and they didn't... or maybe just showing her off. Similar to the way the Wolf seemed to enjoy showing off Alex and Bella.

Was everyone here either an exhibitionist or a voyeur?

THWACK!

A second blow across Trish’s bottom had the young blonde shrieking into her gag and Bella wincing in sympathy. She had the urge to speak up, to beg Jordan to stop because Trish couldn't, but a craven voice in her head whispered to be silent lest his attention turn to her. Right now she was almost forgotten... but she doubted she would remain that way for long if she tried to interfere.

THWACK! THWACK!

The sound of leather slapping against tender skin made Bella jerk with every blow, just as Trish did. Bella's hands clenched into fists, almost as if she was physically restraining herself from crying out along with the other woman, her body trembling in reaction to what she was watching.

After five hefty smacks against Trish's ass, which had to be bright red by now, Jordan stopped. Holding the paddle at his side, he stepped up closer behind Trish again, winding his hand in her hair, looping it around his fingers under his hand was just at the nape of her neck and then he used it to bend her head back. Bella could hear the soft murmur of his voice as he whispered in Trish's ear although she still couldn't hear what he was saying. The other woman whimpered.

And then Jordan stepped back again.

THWACK!

THWACK!

The distressed sounds Trish was making behind her gag made Bella want to cover her ears, but the space between the cuffs on her wrists was too small for her to be able to cover both. Closing her eyes didn't help at all. It was like the scene was burned into her brain: Trish's agonized, muffled sounds, the jingling of the chain between her nipples as her body jerked and bounced, and the slap of the paddle.

THWACK!

"Stop! Please..." Bella shouted out the first word, the second came as more of a whimper, trickling off as she opened her eyes to see Jordan's icy gaze sweeping over to her. He raised his eyebrow.

"Feeling guilty, Pet?" he asked, his lips curving upward. "Would you like to help her?"

Bella's voice felt like it was caught in her throat, behind an invisible barrier. What had she done? But she did want to help Trish, so she nodded her head.

Jordan smirked.

Stroking his hand down Trish's side, he turned his arm to curve his hand over her mound and dip his fingers into her pussy. They came away wet. Lifting his hand, he showed his glistening fingers to Bella, simultaneously showing the other soldiers, who murmured their appreciation. "When she comes, her punishment ends."

Trish made a noise behind the gag, but there was no way to tell what she was trying to say or express. Stepping closer to Bella, Jordan dragged his fingers over her lips, leaving her with no doubt as to how he thought Trish would achieve orgasm.

It was her fault Trish was in this position in the first place. Trish had been trying to do something good, something helpful for her and Alex, and Bella had gone and fucked it all up. And now Trish was paying the price.

So when Jordan turned away and stepped back toward Trish, tapping the leather paddle meaningfully against his leg, Bella followed as best she could on all fours with her wrists cuffed together. But when Jordan moved behind Trish, Bella went in front until she was kneeling almost between Trish's legs. Behind her she could hear the soldiers at the door laughing, probably settling some kind of bet. Assholes. Why the Wolf's men had such a fascination with her and Alex's behavior and reactions, she would never understand.

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