Chapter 277

“What I have planned,” Jordan echoed. “Obviously, the first step is getting this poor girl naked. So, up you go,” she ordered Natalie. “In front of the bed.” She pointed.

Natalie stood as ordered. As she shuffled off the bed and walked over to the front, Jordan pulled Malice along to cuddle up where Natalie had been sitting a second prior, against the headboard. She leaned against Malice’s shoulder, wrapping a hand around her waist—pressing her naked curves against the other girl in a way that obviously flustered Malice. Not that flustering Malice was hard to accomplish, but still, the wolfgirl was obviously enjoying the attention Jordan was giving her.

“Look at that poor thing,” Jordan mused to Malice, eyes on Natalie’s tented skirt. “All twitching and begging for relief. It’d be kind of mean to drag this out even more ... but then again, I’m not feeling especially nice, tonight. Are you?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing how much we could make the Pack-Leader beg,” Malice murmured. “She’s done that to me enough, after all. Retribution is always satisfying.”

Jordan gave her an amused look. “Wise words.”

It was a tragic exchange for Natalie to hear, but if she’d survived for this long, she could last a little longer. Her saving grace was that she doubted Jordan and Malice would be able to keep their hands off of her forever, regardless of wanting ‘retribution.’

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Jordan asked. “Strip.”

Her stomach squirmed at the authoritative tone Jordan used, but she wouldn’t say she was quite as flustered as, say, with Robin—or even Ana in that one event down in the dungeon. Jordan was more than capable of melting Natalie into a puddle, but she wouldn’t say she was genuinely intimidated. Maybe because she’d reduced her best friend to a quivering mess one too many times, and likewise with Malice.

So, while her cheeks burned red at playing the obedient toy, she had plenty of confidence remaining. She began to strip, but not as a flustered mess who couldn’t meet Jordan’s eyes; she made a show of it. As she pulled off her shirt and undid her skirt, she didn’t rush, doing her best to tease Jordan and Malice in return.

The skin of her stomach came into view first, before her top and bra fell off, baring her breasts. Her skirt fell next, leaving a straining cock inside too-small panties, the throbbing member clearly visible in the fabric. Natalie took her time pulling those down too, her cock springing out in full glory. A small, shivering breath escaped her lips as it did so, her aching member having been trapped for far too long. It enjoyed, perhaps too much, having two pairs of eyes locked on her. After all that teasing, even something as simple as being looked at felt inordinately satisfying—sending a thrill through her core that settled in her cock, throbbing pleasantly.

“Poor thing,” Jordan repeated, a bit breathlessly now. Losing some of its self-assuredness when faced with a very naked, very hard Natalie. “Bet you’d really like to get some relief, huh?”

Natalie raised an eyebrow.

“You can speak,” Jordan said amusedly.

“Wouldn’t mind a hand, that’s for sure,” Natalie said. “Don’t think I’ll be getting that lucky though.”

Jordan smirked. “No, you won’t. Give it a squeeze for me.”

Natalie obeyed, and lost some of her confidence when the sensation of her hand wrapping around her cock made her breath hitch and her eyes flutter closed. Yeah. She was more than a ‘little’ pent up.

“You’re gonna have to work for it, if you want our help,” Jordan said. “This for that. It’s only fair.” She hummed, tapping a finger on her lips as she turned to Malice. “So. Time to put her to work. You want her mouth first?”