“Excellent,” he replied. “Now, stay, kitten.”
With that, he rose from the couch, striding past her face and back to the bedside dresser. Molly knew from earlier that was where he had kept her collar and the condom, so her belly knotted at the prospect of what he might now be looking for. Still, she didn’t move from her place on the carpet, but her eyes remained trained on his delicious ass as he delved into the drawer. When he finally stood up again, Molly’s gaze caught sight of what his right hand had seized, the furry tail telling her what it was in an instant.
“I thought you could get reacquainted with your tail, kitten,” he explained as he paced back in her direction.
Molly knew she was panting by the time he resumed his place behind her, but somehow, she seemed unable to stop. The idea of the tail was intoxicating, and she reasoned that she both hated and loved the thing in equal measure. There was no doubt it did make her feel wanton, objectified and horny, but somehow, the plug always seemed so big—too big—for her.
“Let me see if my kitten was telling the truth,” he purred, and as Molly strained to see what he was doing, she saw that Connor had fallen to his knees behind her.
Connor edged forward, those green eyes on her face the whole time as though he knew how much he was teasing and tormenting her. No doubt he did, and she reasoned, he’d also know it was working. One, and then two fingers reached out in Molly’s direction, and reflexively she held her breath. As the digits swept over her excited pussy, Molly gasped, but her eyes fell closed. Just that—that one tiny sensation—was divine, and her knees naturally splayed wider in response, as though Molly was offering herself to him.
Which of course, she was.
“You were not lying,” he enthused as he probed the fingers lightly into her wet folds. “You are so fucking wet for me already, kitten.”
Molly mewled. She wanted more of that, more of him, more of all of it, but she knew Connor. And she knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“What do you have to say for yourself, pet?” he asked, though she could tell from his tone that he wasn’t upset with her. Far from it.
Nonetheless, his question caused her eyes to flicker open, and she found his grinning face waiting for her response.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she panted, but she wasn’t sorry.
She wasn’t even close to sorry.
“Why are you sorry?” he probed. “This is what you want, kitten. This is what we both want, and I always think; the wetter, the better, little kitten.”
Connor threw her a wink and she giggled at him from her place on the floor. She actually giggled! It seemed so preposterous when she considered her face was pressed down into the carpet, while he towered over her behind, but somehow, Molly couldn’t help it. Connor looked so happy and relaxed. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him like it before.
“I…” she started, but in truth, she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sorry that submitting to him made her so aroused, and she didn’t know why she felt the need to lie. “I’m not sure, Master. I thought you were cross with me?”
He laughed, a hearty sound which warmed her body. “Of course not,” he told her, pressing his digits just a little deeper into her pussy.
Molly whimpered in response, wanting desperately to push back on those fingers, but not wanting to ruin his gleeful mood.
“You’re mine now, Molly,” he cooed softly. “You have been for a long time, I think. There’s no shame in letting me know that.”
She inhaled at the sound of her name. Connor still used it so infrequently, that somehow, it always made her start. “Yes, Master,” she conceded. “And I love your fingers there.”
Connor chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and delivering one, hard swat to her prone backside. “Yes, I bet you do,” he laughed. “But that’s not what this is about. This is about plugging your pussycat arse, and reminding you who owns it.”
She gasped, trying to suppress the mewl that rose to her lips at his statement.
“Now,” he continued, shifting out of her line of sight for just a second. “Let’s begin.”
By the time Connor reappeared, he was waving the dreaded butt-plug in the air, and Molly couldn’t help but gulp.
“It’s been a long time, Master,” she breathed, blinking at his triumphant face. “I don’t know if it will fit.”
Connor patted her ass tenderly. “Oh, it will fit,” he assured her. “With just a little lubrication, and some help.”
She sighed, there was no point in trying to counter him. Connor had made up his mind what he wanted, and, in any case, Molly knew once the thing was in place, she’d love it, too.
“I am going to be a kind Master and get you nice and lubed,” he told her, and within a moment, the cold sensation of fluid landed between her cheeks.
“Oh!” Molly yelped, totally unprepared for the cool lubrication. She hadn’t even seen him bring it over.
“You can help me, kitten,” he said in a deeper, more authoritative tone. “Reach around and pull those wonderful cheeks apart. Show me where your tail goes.”
Gulping at the ignominy of that request, Molly hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, unthinkingly, she did what she promised herself she would do when she’d agreed to come here, and she obeyed. Resting her weight on the side of her face, she did as he’d asked and grabbed at her ass, splaying her butt cheeks wide for him.
“Holy fuck,” he growled by means of reply, but already he had inched closer, and a moment later, another waterfall of cool lube trickled down her now exposed behind.
Molly swallowed at the embarrassment of having to help him plug her own ass, but deep down she knew the truth; the humiliation turned her on. Just like it always did.
“Remember how we used to do it?” he called out from behind her. Connor was close now. She could feel the heat of his breath on the flesh of her trembling thighs. “Deep breaths for me, kitten. In and then out.”
She remembered alright. Molly wondered if anything that lay ahead for her in life could ever erase those vivid memories. “Yes, Master,” she breathed, before taking her first deep intake of air.
“Very good,” he cooed, as he shifted his weight behind her. “Keep it going.”
Duly, Molly obeyed, exhaling fully, before she took another lungful of air, and then, just at the moment she’d expected, Connor struck. Molly felt the plastic head of the plug as it pressed against her dark hole, and she moaned as slowly, he began to ease it in and out of her ass.
“Keep it going,” he warned her in a lower tone. “Nice deep breaths.”
Molly nodded, determined not to piss Connor off already as she felt him press the plastic even deeper inside her. He only moved it on the exhalations, waiting for the moment when Molly’s muscles would be most relaxed to probe further, but over the course of a few breaths, it began to feel as though she was jammed full of the thing again. With everything that had happened during the last year, Molly had forgotten how stretched and vulnerable wearing the plug made her feel, but now, as Connor inched it in to place, she recalled it in agonizing detail.
“There’s my kitten,” he purred from behind her at last. “Now you have your tail back in place again.”
Molly exhaled again, trying to ignore the inches of plastic now wedged into her ass.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, slapping her right cheek playfully. The strike sent ripples down her bottom, and made her gasp.
A sudden knock at the door sent her mind reeling again, and this time Molly gasped for quite a different reason.
“Ah,” cried Connor, leaping to his feet. “That’ll be dinner,”
“But, Master,” she whimpered, craning her neck to try and catch his eye. “I’m naked!”
Molly’s face colored as the idea resonated, and she could literally feel the heat crawling north from her neck.
“You’re just as you’re meant to be,” he assured her, actually patting her on the head for good measure before he paced away. “Pet
s are always naked and on the floor. Now, stay put, kitten.”
She was panting as she lifted her chin to watch him walk away, her brain temporarily struck dumb. He was really going to do it! Connor was really going to open the door to whoever was on the other side, while she was here, naked and on all fours. The thought made her want the plush carpet to open up and swallow her, but there was no denying the rush of arousal which flooded her core at the prospect.
Connor pulled back the door, and instinctively Molly hung her head. If she had to endure this, then there was no way she was going to watch the humiliation as well.
“Peter.” It was Connor’s voice that spoke first. “Thank you. We’re famished.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Reilly,” came the reply, and then there was a pause as presumably the food was handed over to Connor.
Molly had no idea what this Peter could see from his place in the entrance, or even if he’d know there was someone else in the room, but Connor had helpfully just referred to more than one of them, and the reality made excited tension knot in her belly. Oh fuck, she thought miserably. What if he sees me like this? What will he think?
“Just leave it on the counter over there,” Connor instructed, and the words made Molly draw in a sharp, silent breath.
He’d actually invited the guy in by asking him to carry the food to the counter! And by doing so, Connor must have known Peter would see her there. Admittedly, there wasn’t actually much of her he would be able to see from his view at the counter. Both her face and breasts were pushed down into the carpet, and her ass was only displayed from the couch behind Molly, but still, the reality was that this complete stranger would bear witness to her submission.
“I’m sorry, sir,” replied Peter. “I didn’t realize you had a guest.”
Molly screwed her face up, as though the act would somehow transport her away from the paralyzing shame.
“That’s okay,” Connor told him. “This is my kitten. She’ll be staying here with me now. Say hello, kitten.”
Molly’s breath caught in her throat. Oh my God. Connor had actually referenced her in the conversation, and now what? He wanted her to fucking speak?
“Kitten.” Connor’s tone was low and foreboding all of a sudden.
Using every ounce of courage she had, Molly forced her eyes to open. “Yes, Master,” she croaked, still refusing to even try and look in his direction.
“Say hello to Peter, please,” Connor told her sternly. “He delivers a lot of the meals here, and you’ll no doubt, be seeing him again.”
Molly bit her lip. She couldn’t believe he was making her do this. “Hi, Peter,” she breathed, although still, she didn’t try to raise her head and see the guy.
“Er, hello, miss,” replied Peter.
He sounded amused, if not a little uncomfortable. Evidently, seeing a woman naked this way was unusual, even for The Syndicate’s staff.
“Let us know if you need anything else, Mr. Reilly,” Peter continued. “And, enjoy your meal.”
The sound of the door closing did little to quell Molly’s racing heart, and she lay there in shock, her face still pressed hard into the carpet.
“That was a little rude, pet,” Connor remarked casually, and Molly shifted her head to see him collecting the food from the counter.
“He saw me, Master,” she panted as he made his way over to where to where she was.
“Up on all fours,” he commanded as he approached, and then, placing the silver dishes which covered the food onto the floor beside her, Connor crouched down to meet her eye.
“I know he saw you,” he told her flatly. “That was the point.”
Connor’s hand reached for her chin, holding it steady between his thumb and forefinger, and making Molly meet his eye. “You belong to me now, kitten,” he explained slowly. “And although I agree not to wantonly humiliate you just for my own personal kicks, in this room, you are my pet, and that means being naked for anyone who enters to see. When I get your leash and pet bowls sorted, it will mean you might be seen that way, too. Or any other damn way I want you to be seen. Have you got it?”
Molly was trembling as he concluded. She didn’t like that determined look in his eyes. It reminded her all too easily of the man who’d relished tormenting her a year ago. “I’ve got it, Master,” she whispered.
Connor’s face relaxed a little. “And anyway,” he went on. “We both know that you absolutely love being degraded like that. Huh? Am I right?”
If she thought she’d been blushing before, then the heat that engulfed Molly’s face now proved her wrong. He was right, Molly was hot and slick with her own desperate arousal.
“Yes, Master,” she conceded with a desperate sigh “You’re right.”
And he was. Utterly and completely.
Chapter Thirty-Four
He rose from his haunches, towering over his little kitten. The look of her there, at his feet, made Connor harder than he could ever remember being before. “So, we understand each other,” he concluded wistfully as he lifted his gaze and stared out at the dimming London sky. “And now, we can eat.”
She glanced up, her cheeks flushing beautifully as she nodded her agreement. “Yes, Master.”
Connor smiled at his gorgeous kitten. Somehow, he could barely believe she was actually here, and his.
All his.
“Here you are then,” he replied, swooping to remove the lids of the dishes in front of her. “I hope you like what I’ve chosen for you.”
Steam filled the air between them, along with the delicious scent of the Szechuan pork, and the special fried rice dishes he’d selected.
“I have the same,” he told her as he turned back to the meals still waiting on the counter. He glanced back just in time to see Molly gulp.
“Thank you,” she panted. “It smells great.”
“Tuck in then,” he commanded as he went back for his own food. “Eat it while it’s hot.”
Connor grabbed the remaining dishes, and hurried back to his place at the couch. As he passed her, Molly was bent over on all fours, her face lowering over the rice warily. Collapsing onto the soft seat, he watched her with amusement. “Come on,” he instructed. “There’s no need to be shy, kitten. We’ve been through all of this before.”
Molly’s eyes flitted north to meet his insistent gaze, and the overwhelmed look on her face made him gleeful. “I haven’t…” she started, but paused as though she somehow couldn’t get the words out.
“What, kitten?” he prompted, although in truth, he already knew the answer, and it made his cock ache gloriously.
She sighed. “I haven’t done this for a long time,” she said at length.
“I’d guessed,” he laughed, removing his own lid and breathing in the delightful aroma of the pork. “Never mind, I’m sure it will all come back to you.”
Molly’s gaze sunk south to the rice again. He could see her mind working overtime as she deliberated her choices. He shook his head lightly. It was just like before, but this time there was no need for threats and ultimatums. They both knew the score. When she was hungry enough, then she’d swallow her pride and get her beautiful face down into the food. He couldn’t wait to see how she would look covered in the Szechuan sauce. Connor grabbed a fork from the tray, and helped himself to a mouthful of the rice. The chefs at The Syndicate really were amazing, and the dish tasted even better than it smelled.
Connor tucked in, quickly demolishing a small mountain of rice before his gaze wandered back to his kitten. This time her mouth was submerged in the rice, and she guzzled pieces of it greedily. His already throbbing erection leapt at the sight. He sat there, mesmerized by the look of her for a moment, until she finally raised her head again. Meeting his gaze, Molly blushed an even deeper shade of crimson than she’d managed earlier, a gesture which he met with a smile.
“Is it good?” he demanded, sardonically, eyeing the small grains of rice and peas which fell from her mouth.
Molly nodded a
s she chewed, and in her blue eyes Connor could see the weight of the contradiction. It was hunger that had driven her down into the dish, but now that she had, Molly was experiencing that familiar rush of emotions again: the shame, the embarrassment, and the potent arousal.
“Thank you, Master,” she replied when she’d finished her mouthful.
“You’re welcome,” he told her. “I plan on looking after you, kitten, and that means good, regular meals from now on.”
“Master,” she croaked, the timbre of her voice demonstrating her embarrassment as she spoke.
“Hmmm,” he answered, shoving another large forkful of pork into his mouth.
“Can you help me, please?” she asked, her gaze flitting back to her food.
That piqued his interest, and he swallowed the food as fast as he could. “Of course,” he answered. “What do you need?”
Molly’s face was flaming as she prepared to respond. “Can you mix my dishes together?” she continued. “I don’t think I can manage the other one without any cutlery.”
Connor laughed at her admission. He hadn’t really meant to, but the desperation on her face made it hard not to do so. Technically, he shouldn’t really oblige such a request. Part of the fun for him was watching her struggle with the sauce, but, he had meant what he’d said before. It was his job to care for her, as well as dehumanize her, and that meant making sure she ate properly.
“Okay, kitten,” he chuckled, moving his tray to the seat beside him before he fell forward to where Molly waited. “I’ll help you this time, but in the future, I want you to try and eat what I give you.”
She looked at him with wide, questioning eyes, but was smart enough not to answer him back. Instead, she watched as he poured the remainder of the rice into the pork, and using the spoon from his tray, he combined the two for her. As he concluded, he popped the spoon into his mouth, and cleaned the remaining rice from the utensil.
“Better?” he purred, in an almost mocking tone.
Molly offered him a small smile. “Thank you,” she replied.
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