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Taken by the Viking Ch. 08

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Apparently Trish was becoming used to waking up to pleasure. Jordan's mouth on her pussy as she slowly came awake didn't faze her at all. It felt expected. Almost natural. And far too easy to just forget where she was and who was giving her the pleasure, and just give into it. Mewling, she writhed, reaching down to touch him. As soon as her fingers brushed the short, soft strands of his hair, she found her wrists wrapped in his long fingers and pulled to either side of her body. His broad shoulders had her legs draped over them, giving her complete access to her pussy without the use of his hands.

As she shuddered with pleasure, she realized he must have used the healing cream on her last night while she was sleeping. When she'd fallen asleep, curled up against his chest, her nipples had still ached from the clamps, her pussy had been sore from the rough sex, and he'd even taken the plug out of her bottom when she'd asked, telling him she was sore there too. Now her nipples felt totally fine, her pussy was more than fine, and the only problem with her bottom was that she felt strangely empty without the plug. There were some things she wished she wasn't getting used to.

Trish writhed against Jordan's mouth, letting him have his way with her, not bothering to fight it. She moaned as he laved his tongue over her clit, expertly toying with her and prolonging her pleasure until she moaned his name, not even sure why she was doing it. Then he was suddenly on top of her, holding her wrists down on either side of her head and his cock sliding into her.

As he thrust into her, Trish found her hips coming up to meet his, her body thrumming with the need to cum again. She'd never had so many sexual urges in her life before coming here, and when she just woke up she had less control over herself than other times of the day. It all still felt vaguely dreamlike, and not nearly as wrong. She cried out as Jordan pounded into her, much harder and faster than he had the night before.

There was no taking his time, no trying to make her cum multiple times; just hard, raw need as he took possession of her. It didn't matter. She was already wet and highly aroused from the way he'd woken her, her pussy throbbing, her body coiling with tension, and as he feverishly fucked her, Trish came apart beneath him. Ecstasy rose and fell, swamping her, filling her, shuddering through her as he groaned out her name and sent his own hot pleasure flowing into her.

She was very dimly aware of him moving around her afterwards, of the warm wet cloth cleaning off her pussy. When she was rolled onto her side and a thick plug pressed into her bottom, she didn't do more than grumble, wince, and then sigh as it settled into place.

"Good girl," she heard Jordan murmur. A kiss pressed against her temple as she fell back into sleepy oblivion.

******

During the meals taken with soldiers, Trish had noticed Jordan never sat with the same people. They moved, every meal time, even though almost nobody else did. It didn't really matter where they sat, to her, since it wasn't like she knew anyone. At first she almost wondered if he was doing it so she could meet everyone, since he introduced her every time even though he didn't encourage conversation with the other soldiers. He was more possessive when she was seated next to a male soldier than a female soldier, and but also seemed less possessive about a male non-soldier than a female soldier.

"It's about strength," Laura said when Trish mentioned quietly it to her. Laura was a stunningly gorgeous civilian woman, paired with a soldier named Marek, whom Jordan seemed friendlier with than others. The two women sat between Laura and Marek over breakfast, but the men seemed inclined to let them have their own conversation. Trish couldn't help but wonder if that was Jordan's doing. "He probably doesn't see anyone not a soldier as a threat. Or at least, sees them as less of a threat. And it's obvious you're not as into women as you are men. Marek's the same way with me." Her lips curved in a wry smile as she jerked her head to her left, where Marek was deep in conversation with some of the other soldiers sitting near them.

With her thick, light brown hair, streaked with red highlights, abundant curves, long legs, flawless complexion, and warm hazel eyes, Laura looked like the Moon's ideal of feminine beauty. Next to her Trish felt too short, too palely colored, and too skinny. She was pretty sure it would take three or more of her boobs to make up one of Laura's, but Jordan had barely given Laura a second glance, despite the low cut, tight dress Laura was wearing.

Trish told herself that his disinterest in the gorgeous Laura did NOT make her feel good.

"So if I started showing more interest in you, he'd move me away?" Trish asked quietly, turning over the thought in her mind. Not that she wanted to be moved away from Laura, but since she was getting insight into Jordan from someone who seemed to know him, she might as well gather as much knowledge as she could.

Maybe she'd never get to use it, but maybe she would. Maybe it would never matter that she knew the main entrance was located on the Northeast side of the compound or that Jordan saw non-soldier males as less of a sexual threat than female soldiers, or that he would move her away out of jealousy, but maybe it would. If nothing else, she had to at least try. This morning had proven to her that she was becoming far too comfortable with the new routines of her life.

When she'd woken up alone, without his overwhelming presence there, thinking about the way she'd reacted to him when he'd woken her up earlier had nearly panicked her again. Stockholm's Syndrome. That was what it had been called during ancient Earth times. Identifying with her captors and eventually turning to their side.

It didn't help that everyone was so freaking nice and welcoming to her either. Like Laura, who acted as though Trish was just like her - just another citizen female, one who maybe didn't know as much about how things worked, but no big deal.

Laura coughed, although it sounded more like a laugh, and her hazel eyes were amused. "Well, I doubt that." She leaned in towards Trish to murmur in her ear. "I've been with Marek for almost ten years now and, while it's been a while since Jordan last had a girlfriend, but everyone knows he likes to watch... and he especially likes to watch girl-on-girl."

So many emotions cascaded through Trish, all at once.

Terror - at the idea of being watched, the memory of how everything had happened with Bella. Relief - he'd promised she wouldn't have to do any public scenes. Guilt - fracking GUILT that he'd given up something apparently everyone knew he liked, for her. Curiosity - why had he done that when he hadn't needed to? Incredulity - did Laura really just call Trish Jordan's girlfriend?! The idea of her having that title seemed ludicrous. Everyone knew how Trish had arrived at the compound. Why she was still there. But Laura hadn't said it ironically. More curiosity - what had Jordan's previous "girlfriends" been like? Had they been there by choice? Fear - what had happened to them after their relationship with Jordan ended? Had they been released, like the Moon's captives? Or had something more awful happened to them? Worry - if she couldn't satisfy Jordan, if he wasn't getting what he wanted from her, what would he do with her?

Some part of her insisted he wouldn't harm her. Trish hated that part because she was pretty sure that trusting, stupid part of her was leading her down the Stockholm Syndrome Highway and she was trying to pay more attention to that now.

She leaned in towards Laura. "Are any of his um, past girlfriends still around?"

"Nah, Jordan never goes for the soldier type so they all had to leave the compound afterwards. I'm still friends with Anya. She's in the Union now."

The Union. Far away across the ocean, but it sounded like she kept in touch with Laura. So it meant that his exes survived. That was reassuring.

"Did... were they like me?" It wasn't the clearest question, but from the look Laura gave Trish, she understood what Trish was really asking.

"No, they were from Earth," Laura said. "I think a couple of them just wanted Jordan because of his position, but eventually they decided dealing with his demands wasn't worth it. Anya really liked him but she said he was 'too much' for her in the end." Laura shrugged. "I think he might be the only person I've ever met that needs as much or more control than the Wolf."

Control was definitely key to Jordan; specifically, control over her. He pretty much controlled every aspect of her life right now; was attentive to it, in fact. Trish had already realized even Bella and Alex had more breaks from the Wolf's attentions than she did from Jordan's. They had moments where they weren't being watched, where they were private in the room they shared. Trish rarely had any time to herself.

This quiet conversation with Laura, while Jordan was sitting on Trish's other side, was as close to a private conversation she'd had since coming here.

Laura made it sound like Jordan's ex-lovers had left him. Was that the key? Had he taken Trish because, as his prisoner, she couldn't leave him? Because, as his prisoner, he had control over her he apparently craved?

She turned to look at him, studying the profile of his face as he talked to the man sitting next to him. As if he sensed her eyes on him, he turned to meet her gaze, smiled, and curved his arm around her body, pulling her against him and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before returning to his conversation, but leaving his arm around her. Like she really was his girlfriend or something.

When she looked back at Laura, Laura was smiling approvingly. Like what Jordan had just done was cute. Which, okay, it would be, if Trish was seated there of her own choice and not just because she'd been kidnapped and ripped away from her life as she'd known it. Sure, there had been plenty of things wrong with her life, like a lack of people who cared about it or were even a part of it, but it had still been her life. And if she was going to choose someone to be a part of it, she wouldn't have chosen someone like Jordan. She wasn't sure she would choose someone like Laura either, considering Laura apparently thought this whole situation was totally fine.

Then again. Trish already knew the citizens of Earth saw themselves as separate from the citizens of the Moon, and she was coming to realize the Wolf's followers seemed to take that a step or two further than the average Earth citizen. They took it even farther than the Moon's citizens, who saw the Earth citizens as far beneath their notice, barely even people. Trish wasn't sure the Wolf's people saw the Moon's as people at ALL.

So maybe they saw Trish's arrival as being okay because she'd been from the Moon initially, but now that she was Jordan's woman they saw her as being more one of them and so someone to take care of? Because they definitely did try to take care of her. As if to prove that point, Trix came by just at that moment with a plate of special desserts for Trish and Laura, made just for them Trish had never had anyone make any food especially for her. Never. Jordan fed the sweet fruit tart to Trish with his fingers, while the rest of the table covered their smiles, nudged each other, and pretended they weren't watching. Behavior Trish had seen in others, when they thought a couple was being cute.

These people were messing with her head.

******

"Can we walk?" Trish asked Jordan, feeling far too antsy to just sit on his lap while he caressed and fondled her, watching Alex and Bella in the pool. When she'd asked to get into the pool he'd told her not today. Trish couldn't help but wonder if he was just trying to keep her and Bella from talking again.

"Sure, baby," he said easily, lifting her up from his thighs and setting her on her feet before he got to his. His big hand engulfed hers and he turned towards the pathways running through the outdoor area. The gardens were big and lush, well watered, and there were plenty of places to walk. Trish trotted along at his side, relieved he wasn't just going to make her sit there.

Another bonus - walking meant he couldn't run his hands all over her body, arousing her against her will. The plug shifting in her bottom wasn't super comfortable, but she was at least pretty used to it by now.

Questions bubbled up in her mind as they walked in silence. She'd figured out that any conversations - if they could be called that - had to be started by her. Jordan didn't say much on his own except orders. His version of small talk with the soldiers was listening to anything they had to say and answering any questions they asked.

Trish thought about asking him some of the same things she'd asked Laura. But those questions would probe into his past. Make it seem like she was interested in getting to know him better. She was curious but...

"Why don't you let me watch the tv vids?" she asked, focusing on the present and herself, rather than the past and him. Ever since she'd learned Bella and Alex had seen some of the recent news vids, Trish had been a little jealous. She wanted to know what was going on in the world too.

Jordan scowled, staring straight ahead. "You don't need to."

"But I want to," she said, keeping her voice coaxing, a little pleading. He liked that. His expression softened immediately, although he was still frowning.

"What do you want to watch?"

"The news vids."

His expression hardened again. "No."

"Why not?" she asked, a little more exasperated now and unable to completely hide it. "Bella and Alex get to. I know their abduction was reported." Her voice turned pleading again. Begging. Trish told herself it was okay since it was just an act. "There's no real information. I just want to know what's happening out in the rest of the world."

"She shouldn't have told you that," Jordan said, his tone almost vicious. He was starting to walk faster, as though he had pent-up energy trying to escape from him through activity. Trish felt like she was practically jogging, trying to keep up.

"Why not? I assumed it would happen eventually."

Jordan came to an abrupt stop and Trish almost squealed with surprise, stumbling. Immediately his hands came out to hold her upright, pulling her against him. She looked up at him as he hugged her to him.

When he spoke, his voice was soft. Confiding. Almost apologetic. "The news vids aren't reporting anything about your disappearance."

Wait, that's why he thought she wanted to watch? Trish shook her head. Him and Bella were both weirdly naive in the same way. Whacky. "I know, Bella told me. I didn't expect there to be."

He glared down at her, pissed. "You should. Expect. You matter." He practically snarled. "The Moon is full of fucking dickheads."

Rather than releasing her, Trish found herself being lifted up and cradled in Jordan's arms as he carried her down the path - not because she needed to be carried, but because he apparently just wanted to. Confused, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on because it was easier when he was walking this quickly to do so.

Bella had been angry about the lack of reporting on Trish's disappearance. Jordan seemed enraged by it. Trish was the only one who wasn't, because it was exactly what she would have expected. Should she be angry?

A unexpected warmth filled her. A stupid warmth. A confused warmth. Jordan had been the one to cause her disappearance. He'd been the one to kidnap her and decide to keep her. Shouldn't he be glad no one cared enough to report on it, much less show any interest in trying to get her back, if he wanted to keep her? But he was angry on her behalf. And Trish was more confused than ever.

******

Popcorn was delicious.

Buttery. Crisp then melting. Salty. Trish was feeling like a pig as she scooped it practically straight into her mouth. Seriously though. The Moon was missing out. For some reason, at some point, popcorn had gone out of style up there. She didn't know why, but it confirmed the people up there were idiots. Holy crap this was good.

Jordan had left her alone in his room and turned on the vid screen for her. She could watch any channel she wanted, she'd discovered as she'd scrolled through them. The only interruption had been when a soldier came in with snacks, drinks, and a sandwich for her at lunch time. Trish had watched the news vids, many of which mentioned Alex and Bella at some point during the program. Their families and their exes were keeping the search alive, although since there was no new news about them, a lot of the "report" was just speculation based on the eye-witness accounts of short-term visitors to the Wolf's lair.

It occurred to her that none of them ever mentioned anyone other than the Wolf. Not Jordan, not Zadia, not any of the the Wolf's soldiers. He completely dominated the conversation even though he was incredibly mysterious and they had no real, solid information on him.

There were other warlords, territory leaders, on Earth too, but they were never mentioned. The Wolf took up everyone's interest for the Moon's coverage. When Trish switched to some channels that were exclusive to Earth - which she'd discovered while she was in school - she got a much better idea of what was actually happening. The Moon's news was more interested in gossip, the political maneuverings of the powerful and rich (meaning, to them, the powerful and rich citizens living on the Moon), and the Wolf. They weren't interested in Earth news or concerns, or the powerful citizens of the Earth other than the Wolf.

As Trish watched, she started to feel angry, which was strange for her. Normally she wasn't angry about the Moon and its focuses - she accepted that was just the way it was. Now she couldn't help but think how stupid that's how things were. How blind. From the way the reporters talked, it was obvious they thought everyone was invested in the same topics they were. She could understand the derision the Moon received from everyone in the compound now; she was more up to date on how things actually were just by living here, and she could become more so by watching the Earth news.

Not only that, but it really was stupid of all of them to think the Wolf was just interested in sex and orgies, but that was the only thing any of the reports focused on. Speculating what Alex and Bella might be going through, whether or not the Wolf would give them back, speculating about what the Wolf's previous captive had been through and what her recovery was like. Day captives of the Wolf were interviewed constantly.

The man was dangerous, but all they cared about was the sex angle.

Trish knew something was going on here on earth, things that might even effect citizens of the Moon, but she realized, she wasn't even sure she cared. She sure as heck didn't feel the driving need to try and warn anybody. Sure, she wanted to escape and live her own life, but in a lot of ways she almost wished she didn't have to. If she could have a hot man who doted on her, provided for her, and cared for her the way Jordan did WITHOUT kidnapping her, she would like that. She would like to have a community of people looking out for her, the way the Wolf's people did. It was harder and harder to feel like she didn't fit in with them when she was really starting to understand their disdain for the Moon, its citizens, and their culture of blind superiority.

The people in the compound were just as capable as any Moon citizen she'd ever met, just as intelligent. They were certainly more ambitious, more motivated than the majority of the Moon citizens. And the Wolf as just as powerful, if not more so, than any Moon official. So the attitudes of the Moon citizens just because they were rich and lived on the Moon and saw anyone who didn't as beneath them... well, it was just arrogant stupidity really.

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