Page 26 of His Toy

“Yours doesn’t,” the Wolf said with a shrug. “But they’re taking too long.”

The snap of leather against flesh had Alex’s head whipping around as Bella shrieked. Trish had curled up on the bed in a ball, her arms around her knees and back against the headboard to watch with wide eyes as Jordan raised his arm again. He had one hand on Bella’s back to hold her, bent down, over the bed, and one long, red line already showed across her creamy buttocks.

Crack!

Bella screamed again, and Alex lunged, only to be drawn back by the soldiers on either side of him. There was nothing he could do as Jordan lifted his arm again.

Crack!

A third stripe, diagonal to the other two, landed across her ass, and Bella’s body jerked as she sobbed out another scream.

“Enough.” The Wolf rested his hand on Alex’s head. The word stopped Jordan, who lowered the belt and looked back up at the dais. “Let them try again.”

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The burning flames of her bottom made Bella feel like howling, but it wouldn’t help. At least it had stopped. At least the Wolf hadn’t continued the torture. Bella had been more than willing to make a better effort at putting on a show, even before the Wolf had ordered Jordan to strap her. Now, with her entire bottom on fire, she didn’t have any hesitation.

She crawled up on the bed toward Trish, and the pretty blonde was still curled in on herself, big eyes wide. A flash of anger went through Bella. After all, it was Trish who had been hesitating, and yet Trish had gone unpunished.

“Come here,” Bella whispered angrily. She wouldn’t offer up her ass for Jordan’s belt again just because Trish was reluctant.

“I can’t…” Trish whimpered, her eyes big, as she looked around at the room. “Everyone’s watching… I just… Oh god…”

Shit.

It was up to Bella. Her stomach growled, reminding her she wasn’t just doing this for the Wolf’s entertainment or to avoid punishment, but for food. While Bella didn’t have any particular attraction to Trish, she’d definitely rather put on an erotic show than any of the other options she’d been presented with so far.

She reached out and grabbed Trish’s ankle, and dragged the smaller woman into the center of the bed to pull her out of her curled-up position. Cheers erupted around them.

“What are you doing?” Trish stared up at her in shock.

“Saving us.”

Pushing herself on top of Trish, in between the other woman’s thighs, Bella kissed her hard. She didn’t care if Trish opened her mouth now; the fall of her hair would mask what the kiss truly looked like. The important thing was the show.

Beneath her, Trish wriggled and squealed and tried to push Bella off, but Bella was bigger and heavier. Guilt trickled through her for a moment, but what other choice did she have?

“Hold still,” she whispered furiously, pulling away from Trish’s lips for a moment. “Just do what I do.”

To Bella’s relief, Trish stopped struggling, though she didn’t help, either. She just lay there, limply. That was better than struggling, though. Bella brushed her hair out of the way so the people on the dais—most importantly, the Wolf—would be able to see clearly what she was doing.

Tears rolled down Trish’s cheeks as Bella began to move her mouth down the woman’s slender neck and collarbone with little kisses and licks of her tongue designed to look more interesting than they probably felt. Bella hadn’t done anything quite like this before, but she’d seen plenty of videos and she tried to imitate what she’d seen in those.

When she reached Trish’s breasts, the other woman shivered and moaned as Bella squeezed the pert mounds and sucked one nipple into her mouth. Trish’s breasts were smaller than Bella’s, but her nipples were longer and very sensitive. Trish was obviously humiliated and reluctant about the situation, but her back arched as Bella sucked hard on the little bud.

So far, in captivity, Trish probably hadn’t had to do anything but be available for Jordan’s passions, but that put her and Bella at a disadvantage right now.

Then the gist of some of the catcalls reached her ears—they liked that Trish was reluctant. As long as Bella put on a good show, it wouldn’t matter what Trish did.

Perverts.

But a wave of relief went through her, even as her stomach gurgled hungrily.

Bella attacked Trish’s tits with gusto, making her movements as big and obvious as possible while she straddled the younger woman’s hips. She sat up and rubbed her pussy lips over Trish’s bare mound and continued to play with Trish’s breasts.

“Oh noooo… please stop!” Trish moaned as Bella’s fingers pinched her nipples and tugged, elongating them and turning them dark pink. She gripped Bella’s wrists, trying to pull them away, but Bella hung on and twisted the tender nibs. Beneath her, Trish bucked, her face reflecting her conflicting emotions.

The rough treatment of her nipples was arousing her, but she didn’t want to be aroused, and it looked like it hurt a bit, too. Bella was surprised to find her own pussy becoming wet from rubbing against Trish’s bare mound. She felt a bit bad for becoming turned on at all, but the squirming of Trish’s body against her sensitive parts felt good.

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