Taken by the Viking Ch. 20

Zadia was on baby-sitting duty again. At least, that was how Trish thought of it. It was how she felt. She would rather have been left with Marek and Laura, but they apparently weren't in the compound right now - although Jordan said she'd be seeing them soon. The way he said it made her feel like he was keeping some kind of secret from her, but he said it like it was a surprise, so she hadn't pushed for a fuller answer.

Their... relationship, if she could call it that, wasn't like any other relationship on the Moon. The more she observed other relationships around the compound, though, the more she could see it was similar to some of those. Except that Jordan exerted a level of control over her that others didn't have try to. Not even Marek with Laura.

When she'd gathered the courage the question Zadia, the other woman had just snickered and said Jordan was bossier than anyone else in the compound. She also said Trish was the only one who had been able to put up with him, and pointed out a woman whose relationship with him had ended after she'd refused to let him pick her clothes out and called him several names publicaly. Trish kinda wished Zadia hadn't, mostly because the other woman - Asa - was a stunningly beautiful woman with dark brown hair, full lips, and Amazonian proportions. Like Lisa, Asa made Trish feel small and insecure. She'd twisted the skirt of the dress Jordan had picked out for her around her fingers until Zadia had noticed and made her stop.

Could it really be called "putting up with" his complete control over her when she didn't really have another option?

Well, she supposed she could have left.

Now she couldn't help but wonder what Jordan would do if she tried to buck against his control. Would that be the end of their relationship? Would he kick her out of the compound, send her back to the Moon? Or just spank her and do as he pleased anyway?

Was there really anything she COULD do to stop him?

Did she really want to?

Trish found comfort in the morning routine. She liked being pampered and bathed, having her hair brushed - and if there was something she really didn't want to wear, Jordan had always been willing to listen. Once or twice there had been a dress or skirt made out of fabric she'd found uncomfortable, he'd immediately gotten rid of those when she'd told him. On the other hand, when it came to colors she disliked, if he decided she was wearing pastel pink that day, then she ended up in pastel pink. Even if she preferred purple or green.

She peeked over at Asa again, who was flirting with a large soldier Trish didn't know. The man was practically salivating. And Jordan had gone from that to Trish?

Maybe her entire appeal really was just that she didn't fight him much on anything. Or that he could come down hard on her when she did. Glumly, she picked at her skirt again. Did Jordan really want her, or just any woman who would do as he said?

"Stop looking so down," Zadia said, nudging Trish with her elbow. "It's a beautiful day. Jordan's taking you to Rio tomorrow. There's no reason to be down. And if he sees you looking down, then I'm going to be the one in trouble." She said that last sentence teasingly, but there was a seriousness behind it too.

Trish sighed, trying to push a smile on her face.

"Oh good, now you just look like you're constipated."

Zadia's exasperated observation startled a laugh out of Trish. She wouldn't say she and Zadia were friends exactly, she found the other woman too intimidating to really be comfortable with her (not to mention Zadia wasn't entirely trustworthy, since she was under Jordan's command - Trish never knew how much of what she said and did Zadia would report back to him), but she was becoming used to the other woman's blunt humor and was no longer afraid of her.

"What was Jordan like when you first met him?" she asked, partly because she was curious and partly because she wanted to be able to think about something other than Jordan's other women and his relationship demands.

"Angry," Zadia said, leaning back on the bench they were sitting on, tilting her face back towards the sun. Her dark brown hair glinted with coppery highlights. "Mmm, more like enraged. Constantly getting into fights. Would have gotten himself killed if it hadn't been for who he was."

"Who he was?" Trish echoed, suddenly riveted. The way Zadia was talking, it was like she was saying things that were commonly known, referencing things she expected everyone to think about... but Trish didn't know.

Zadia opened her eyes and arched one brow at Trish. "The old Warlord's son? He didn't tell you?"

"No..." Trish blinked in shock. Jordan was the old Warlord's son? The one the Wolf had taken over from? The one the Wolf had killed - if she'd understood correctly.

"Ah." Zadia closed her eyes again, shrugging. "Well, he did hate the old bastard after the man kicked his mom out of the harem and to the streets when she became sick. The old man thought Jordan would stay by him, but he didn't. Tried to get her medicine on his own... apparently he ended up finding the Wolf, who had a connection, but by then it was too late. She died. He stayed with the Wolf. And I met him not long after that. He was still pissed as all hell, especially at the old Warlord, always picking fights with his men and doing things to disrupt the peace. I thought I was going to be the Wolf's right hand, just because Jordan couldn't control himself, but then Jordan seemed to realize the Wolf was his best chance at taking out his old man... and he got his shit together. Too bad." She grinned. "But I'll get his position now. I was really too young for it then anyway."

How come no one had told her this before?! How come Jordan hadn't?! Although, he had mentioned some things from his past... he'd told her about his mother... maybe he didn't tell her about his father because he didn't like to think about it. After all, he'd had a hand in the man's death, Trish was sure of it, even if the Wolf had done the actual deed.

"The harem?" Trish asked. She wanted to keep Zadia talking, to find out more while she could since Zadia was feeling so chatty. If Zadia told Jordan what they'd talked about today and he got pissed... this might be her only chance to find out.

"The old Lord's harem," Zadia said, her tone just as bored as before. She was repeating things everyone else knew, had known for years, obviously barely even thinking about what she was saying. "Must have had close to fifty women in there at one point. Used them up, lent them out to his officers, whatever. Any time he saw a woman he wanted, he took her, and then when he was bored, she'd go to his harem in case he wanted her again in the future - and in the meantime, she'd be useful to him as a way to reward his men or whatever. Didn't matter what age she was either. My dad made sure I stayed out of sight, or that I dressed up as a boy when I was out and about. The Lord didn't have any interest in boys that way. Biggest risk I took was being conscripted into his army, but I made a pretty scrawny boy."

"He didn't have women in his army?"

Zadia snorted. "He was too misogynist. Said he was going to take everything back to the good old days in his territories and women should know their place. Tried to keep everyone from fucking too, unless they were legally bound to each other - and he only allowed opposite sex couples to bind." It was an ancient attitude, which Trish had read about, but she'd never heard of anyone actually having it. Everyone experimented, even if they eventually decided they preferred one gender over the other. "He was a fucknugget, through and through."

Now it was Trish turn to snort as she laughed at the unexpected insult. Still, even as she laughed, her mind whirled with all the information Zadia was giving. All the things that were suddenly making sense to her.

The Wolf sounded like he'd come in as a savior, in more than one way, to the people under the old warlord's rule. Including Jordan. No wonder Jordan was so loyal to the Wolf, no wonder the Wolf's people didn't blink about him taking Moon sex slaves. Not only did they not care about the Moonies, but compared to the old Lord's excesses, the Wolf wasn't very tyrannical and he left his own people alone. Something which the old lord obviously hadn't done.

If she was still enrolled in the university, she could have written reams of papers about how the culture of the Earth had developed, especially in comparison to the ancient cultures. She was a bit fascinated by the sociological ramifications - although perhaps some of her fascination stemmed from her preference not to too closely examine the personal psychological ramifications of her current place in the culture. She also couldn't help but wonder if part of the reason she found this particular bit of history so interesting was because it pertained to Jordan. After all, she'd always loved history and culture and the way people behaved and why they behaved the way they did, but this was so much more personal.

******

It was on the way to Rio that Trish finally drummed up the courage to ask Jordan about his father. She didn't know why she was so nervous, other than the fact that Jordan had never mentioned the man once. Not that Jordan was super talkative anyway, but he did make an effort for her and he'd told her about his mother.

"What was your father like?" she asked him, trying to sound nonchalant. After all, she'd worked her way around to the subject by talking about her own parents, the little she remembered about them wanting to visit the places on Earth which were still beautiful and full of nature rather than people. Rio was supposed to be one of the gems of Earth, although it wasn't as safe as some of the other areas - at least, not for Moonies. Rather than something like the 'minor inconvenience' of being taken by the Wolf, Moonies who traveled to Rio without a heavily armed guard tended to disappear and never return. From what she'd gathered around the compound, Rio was a neutral territory for Earthers, one which they considered theirs and theirs alone no matter where on Earth they came from, all rivalries were set aside and the only people considered intruders were Moonies.

His expression unchanging, Jordan reached out and pulled her onto his lap, away from the window on the transport. She didn't mind since they'd been over ocean for a while and there was nothing really new to see there and wouldn't be until they came closer to land in another twenty minutes. They weren't the only ones on the transport, although they were the only ones from the Wolf's compound. She was pretty sure she recognized someone from Cora's people, though she didn't know the woman's name, in a seat a few rows back.

"Unimportant," he said, wrapping his arms around Trish and running his lips over her neck. Beneath her bottom she felt his groin begin to stir to life, and her body answered with its own thrumming anticipation.

But she didn't want to be distracted.

"That's not what Zadia said."

His arms stiffened, his body tensing beneath hers, and Trish suddenly felt bad. He obviously didn't want to talk about it and here she was pushing...

"It's okay, you don't have to talk about him."

Jordan's fingers curved over her hips, caressing, and he began feathering small kisses along her neck again as Trish let her head fall back, her eyes closing. There were other people on the transport of course, but the seats hid most movements and the people across the aisle from them were asleep. They were more hidden than they usually were when he played with her.

Slowly she felt him relax as he touched her. Well, not all of him - his cock had hardened while the rest of his muscles unwound.

"My father was unimportant to me," he murmured, his voice so low she could barely hear him even though his lips were right next to her ear. As if in payment for dispensing this information, his hand reached up to squeeze her breast, his fingers gliding over the fabric of her dress and seeking out her nipple, which stiffened at his touch. Trish didn't protest, she let him play with her body... and answer her question. "He was never part of my life."

Now both his hands were caressing her breasts, his face still buried in her neck, as if he was using her body to distract from any emotions which might bubble up. It distracted her as well, making her want to moan as he kneaded and pinched her soft flesh, making her squirm on his lap, the bulge of his cock throbbing beneath her.

"The one time he could have made a real difference, he did not. He cared for no one but himself." Jordan's voice was completely devoid of emotion, but his hands were rough on her breasts. Trish bit back a moan as he squeezed hard, trapping her nipples between his fingers and pinching tightly. The fabric of her dress was soft, but now it felt like it was abrading the tender buds as Jordan moved his fingers back and forth, making the fabric move as well.

Trish felt him move, turning, setting her back onto her seat but with his body half covering hers, his broad back keeping anyone from being able to see what he was doing to her until they were directly above them. The look in his blue eyes was almost fierce, the lines of his face unyielding. Her breasts throbbed even though his hands had moved, one arm curved around her back, supporting her as the other thrust up her skirt.

"I will take care of you," he whispered, his mouth covering hers as his fingers pressed into her wet pussy. He swallowed her cry as she reached for him, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he swirled his fingers, pumping them in and out of her. While his body blocked most of the view, if anyone truly looked it would be obvious what he was doing to her. She shuddered, her pussy squeezing his fingers as she wondered whether anyone realized... if anyone watched, trying to see more. She should protest, but instead she just kissed him back as his fingers moved wickedly, confidently, his thumb circling and pressing against her clit while she writhed for him.

He finger fucked her straight into an intense orgasm, and then kept pumping her quivering pussy until she was practically limp from satiated bliss. Only then did he removed his fingers from her folds and suck them into his mouth, cleaning them of her cream, a satisfied smile on his face despite the huge bulge still pressing against the front of his pants.

Ten minutes later, they had arrived in Rio.

******

Watching Trish's face when he first showed her into the house soothed all of Jordan's worries. She liked it. He looked around. The house was not huge, but it was certainly large enough, with several bedrooms, a big open kitchen and living area which was already furnished, and a pool in the backyard. They were several doors down from where Marek and Laura had already settled into their new home, something which he'd be able to surprise Trish with later.

"This is beautiful," Trish said, craning her neck to look around, stepping forward with her hands out as though she might try to fill the space with her slim arms and fingers. The thin dress she was wearing was practically translucent with the strong light coming in through the windows, her legs clearly visible through the skirt.

It had not escaped Jordan's notice that she'd become more relaxed with him since she'd been allowed to choose whether she stayed with him or if she went back to her old life. More relaxed, more open with her observations, more willing to speak even if they weren't conversing. The Wolf had been right.

Choosing made a difference.

There was still the backyard to show her and all the amenities, but Jordan's cock was still rock hard from their moment in the transport. While she'd been reluctant to let him fondle her there, she'd cum hard on his fingers. He'd decided to wait until they were at the house to find his own satisfaction, in large part because there was a very particular room he wished to share with her.

"Come," he said, taking one of her outstretched hands and heading for the stairs. He felt the slightest tug of resistance before she let herself be pulled along by him. He glanced back at her, a little smile tugging his lips at the wistful expression on her face. Trish wanted to explore the downstairs. "You can look around soon, but there's something I want to show you."

Intrigued, she caught up to him, letting him lead her up the stairs and to the door at the end of the hall, past the other bedrooms and bathrooms. Then again, she didn't yet know that their bedroom was the first one the right. This room, however, was a special room.

Opening the door, Jordan quickly pulled her inside, stepping back slightly so he could see the expression on her face.

Her lips popped open in surprise as she looked around, and he saw her delight as she took in the surrounds before a small frown began to furrow her brow. Not unexpected. Jordan had noticed she fought her desires, constantly. It was his pleasure to strip back her defenses and indulge her hidden needs, no matter how she tried to hide them.

Trish was perfect for him, she just didn't always accept it.

******

The first emotion Trish felt upon looking at the room Jordan had been so excited (for him) to show her had been unadulterated joy. The kind of joy a small child would take in getting everything they'd ever wanted. Unfortunately, her brain quickly caught up and reminded her that she wasn't a small child... even if this room looked like something out of her childhood fantasies.

The walls were painted lavender with white trim, giving the room a serene feeling. The curtains on the windows were white but were covered with lavender and cornflower blue flowers, as was the bedspread. The bed was large, but somehow still managed to look like a child's bed with its white rails and simple lines. One wall was lined with bookshelves, which were already filled with books - something Trish certainly couldn't complain about. There was a frilly window seat, more than large enough to accommodate both her and Jordan, with cushions propped up all around it. Near another window was a table - again, it looked like the kind of simple furniture which might be found in a child's room, but was certainly her size.

There were also a few things she was uncertain of... like a large rocking horse, what looked like a speaking lectern except the shelf looked to be made of leather, and a swing hanging in center of the room.

She didn't know what to think except...

"Is this a child's room?" Even as she asked the question, she already knew the answer. Some small part of her jumped with joy at the beauty and warmth of the room, while another part of her was incensed at this further proof of Jordan's main interest in her being her complete dependence on him.

"No, this is a room for us," he said, pulling her towards him, a knowing smirk on his face.

Trish pushed at his chest, trying to wriggle away, but he grabbed her long hair in one hand and tipped her head back with it, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. Protesting noises rose from her, and she even considered biting his tongue... but she didn't want to find out what he would do if she did. Even so, she kept struggling against him, becoming even more infuriated as it became clear just how useless her struggles were.

Finally she wrenched her mouth away from his. "I'm NOT a child!"

She squealed as he picked her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist for support. The bulge of his cock pressed against the splayed lips of her pussy, making her moan. His hands moved down to her ass, squeezing the soft mounds.

"I'd say it's very clear I'm aware of that," Jordan said, his voice husky, eyes alight with need. "But you are my little girl, my baby girl, and sometimes we're going to have fun with that. Right here in this room."