Entwined: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 3)

by Felicity Brandon

  Molly’s fingers grazed the stubble at his chin, her lips skimming his mouth as she went on. “Good,” she told him. “Because when I went down to that basement and saw you like that last night, I…”

  Her voice died and she shuddered at the abhorrent memory. “I thought you were gone, Master. I thought I’d lost you.”

  Connor swallowed painfully at her words, his brain racing to catch up with her line of thought. “Wait, what?” he said, pushing himself up to his elbows successfully for the first time since he had woken. “You went to the basement?”

  Molly’s body tensed in an instant as she realized what she’d done, confessing to her faux pas. “Erm, yes,” she breathed. “I…”

  “And you saw me there?” he demanded in an even huskier tone.

  Molly panted in response. “Yes, Master,” she conceded.

  Fury spiked in his body at her defiance. Hadn’t he told her to stay here? Hadn’t she promised him that much? “Kitten,” he said again, but this time in little more than a growl. “Have you been a bad girl?”

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  The dynamic between them had switched in a heartbeat. One moment she’d felt empowered and in control, straddling his muscular body as she whispered to Connor in the darkness. And the next? The next she was back to square one again, her stupid admission landing her in a new world of pain.

  “No,” she told him softly. “I wasn’t bad, Master. I was doing the right thing.”

  “Oh really?” he tried to snort. “And what would that be?”

  “Saving your ass,” she teased him. “Or at least, trying to.”

  Connor’s arms snaked around her body, pulling her flat against his chest. Her hips ground against his hardness reflexively as her clit grazed his skin. Fuck, she wished she’d just taken his offer and rode him hard while she’d had the chance.

  “That’s very laudable, kitten,” he replied, chuckling hoarsely, “but it’s not the point. When I tell you stay here, it means I expect you to stay here. I gave you that instruction with good reason. I didn’t want you there. I didn’t want you to have to go through that. I was trying to protect you.”

  “Protect me?” she huffed. “You can’t protect me from this, Connor. Don’t you understand? I’m part of this now. I should have been there with you.”

  Molly couldn’t make out much of his face in the darkness, but she knew it was there, penetrating green gaze and all, and she knew it was spearing her right now. She could practically feel the weight of it.

  “Perhaps,” he conceded. “But that wasn’t your decision to make, kitten. You promised me you’d stay put.”

  She exhaled at that, feeling the fight slipping from her. “I know,” she admitted. “I’m sorry about that, Master.”

  And she was. She didn’t like defying him, but she’d known she was going to have to break that promise even as she’d made it.

  “My naughty little kitten,” he purred, and as his words concluded, his right hand slipped from her middle and landed two hard swats on her bare ass.

  “Ouch!” she yelped, shocked at the sudden hurt.

  “I think you need to be punished again, pet,” he told her quietly. “I’ve obviously been remiss in my duty to spank this glorious behind.”

  Molly bit her lip as the sting resonated around her core. She ground her hips forward on reflex, feeling the throbbing cock between them swell at her impetus. She hated that she wanted the punishment he threatened her with, but there it was. It was the truth, and they were way past the point where it should matter.

  “Now?” she mumbled, running her fingers through the long strands of his hair.

  She loved how luscious it felt between her digits, and how she could finally play with it without reprimand.

  “No,” he conceded. “Not now. Now I’m too bloody exhausted, but I promise you, I won’t forget. Kittens who defy me pay the price…”

  The statement washed over her, making her clench the muscles between her legs reflexively.

  “What should we do instead then, Master?” she asked hopefully. “I mean, if you’re too tired to punish me now?”

  She nudged her hips forward, grinding against the erection still trapped between their bodies. Connor inhaled deeply.

  “Now I need a drink,” he told her, rising to a seated position as he spoke. “And then you can make good on your threat to bind me.”

  Molly gasped, his sudden movement making her fall into his lap, and directly in the path of his raging cock. He smelled so good, that instinctively, she leaned over it, and lapped at his crown.

  “Kitten,” Connor growled, flicking on the small side light to reveal his naked form in its true glory for the first time since he woke. “A drink first, please?”

  She smiled into his hot flesh, kissing the side of the organ she knew was going to bring them both pleasure. “Yes, Master,” she sighed dramatically, as she climbed down from the bed. “Your wish is my command.”

  Ten minutes later, they had both taken their fill of the cold water he kept in the small, nearby refrigerator, and Molly had been given permission to explore Connor’s bondage cabinet. It was wall-to-wall wickedness, crammed full of every bondage device and implement of discipline she could imagine. And Molly could imagine quite a few, since she had spent a great deal of time both researching, and writing about them in the past. Selecting some soft, black ropes, she skipped back to the bed to find her Adonis waiting for her.

  “What have you found, little minx?” he teased as she approached.

  Molly thrust the ropes forward in her outstretched palm. “Just these, Master,” she murmured salaciously. “If you don’t mind?”

  Connor’s dark brow arched at her tone, and he stretched out his body as she neared, leaning back into his dark bedstead. The new stance revealed the dark red bruising that had emerged on his neck overnight, and Molly halted, her mouth gaping at the sight.

  “What is it?” Connor sounded weary, and she wondered if he already knew the answer.

  “Your neck,” she explained, perching on the edge of the bed, his ropes still in her small hand. “It looks so sore.”

  He snorted again. It sounded like agony. “It is sore, kitten, but it’s the price I have to pay for deliverance.”

  Molly frowned. She still struggled to comprehend his logic, but she could tell the deed—however grotesque—had brought him some peace.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” he told her in that sensual tone which made her breath catch. “I thought you were going to bind me?”

  Molly’s heart picked up its pace at his words. Connor was right. He had, for the first time since she’d ever known him, given her permission to tie him up. It was like a revelation. “You’re still happy for me to tie you?” she asked tentatively.

  Connor smirked at her. “Happy is a strong word,” he muttered. “It may not surprise you to know I don’t enjoy bondage. The last time I was forced into handcuffs, I had to endure many months without the kitten I loved, but now…”

  He paused, eyeing Molly salaciously. “Now, I have you, kitten, and I am too weary to grant us the pleasure we both deserve, so, it seems only fair to give you the chance.”

  She bit her lip at his words, her mind racing at the possibilities they offered. All those times he had bound her, or caged her, and she had never had any recourse. And now he was giving her the chance to return the favor. It seemed almost unbelievable. Shifting left, she straddled him once again, resting the ropes on his body, as she ran her hands up the length of his chest.

  “You’re gorgeous, Master,” she whispered as she leant over him.

  Connor’s lips curled into a smile, his hands shifting from behind his head to tease her pebbling nipples. “Thank you, pet,” he cooed. “And now, for the next hour at least, I humbly submit to your will, Miss Clary.”

  He threw her a wink, and lowered his hands, offering his wrists.

  Molly inhaled, overawed at the simple gesture. The fact that her master would demonstrat
e his trust for her this way was mind-blowing, and thrilling. Without over-thinking, she grabbed the rope from his chest, and began to wrap the black braid around and between his hands. She could feel the intensity of his gaze on her during the whole task, its weight making her pant as she worked, but she refused to meet his eye. This was her time. Her time to flourish, and her time to take control. She intended to use it.

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  The pain in Connor’s throat burned with each new breath, but as he watched the nude and supple Molly binding ropes at his wrists, the hurt seemed to vanish. She was a vision; she always had been. Molly made him hard, but it was more than just that. She centered him. She gave him purpose.

  He remained passive as she secured the ropes, dragging his wrists over his head, and attempting to bind them to the wooden bedstead behind him. Her breasts appeared in his line of sight, bobbing tantalizingly close to his lips as she worked on the bondage. Connor’s cock ached at her proximity, and as she edged closer, he reasoned there were definitely worse ways to go than being smothered by the tits of the woman you loved.

  “Er, kitten,” he whispered, watching as the flesh around her nipples goosed under his breath.

  Molly stilled, drawing away to meet his eye. “Master?”

  It was strange hearing her call him that when he was the one bound to the bed, but still, he was her master now, and neither of them could deny it.

  She blushed as their gazes met, and he wondered what she’d seen in his that had produced the response.

  “Are you done?” he probed gently, trying his ropes out for size. They were tight enough to contain him for the time being, but he reckoned one hard pull would see him free. He wasn’t sure how much experience Molly had with bondage, but he guessed it wasn’t anywhere near as much as he had.

  She eyed his wrists skeptically. Evidently, even his kitten wasn’t sure about her handiwork. “I think so,” she breathed, splaying her thighs wider over his chest, “but I don’t think I’m as a good as you.”

  Connor grinned. “I promise to be good,” he told her, and he meant it.

  Molly had never had control before, and he wanted to see what she would do with it.

  She giggled, but the sound was nervous, and for a moment he wished he could reach out and comfort her. Pulling lightly against his binds, he realized that desire was futile for the time being, and for the first time in a while, Connor knew he was stuck there. Bound, and about as helpless as he’d ever be, Connor was entirely at his kitten’s mercy.

  Her pussy grazed the soft hairs of his torso as she shifted position back down Connor’s body. He sighed instinctively at the sensation, aware of his cock jutting out in front of him. Apparently, someone had undressed him after his stint in the basement, but he wasn’t sure if it was Molly, Dalton or worse, someone else.

  “How did I end up like this?” he inquired hoarsely.

  “Bound to your bed, Master?” she quipped wryly, with a snort.

  Connor chuckled lightly. “Good point,” he replied. “But I meant up here, in this bed, and naked.”

  Molly smiled down at him. “A few of your friends helped you up,” she admitted. “Dalton directed them, and I just followed.”

  “My friends undressed me?” he asked her sardonically, his brow curling at the sound of his own question. “That’s unnerving.”

  She laughed. “No,” she insisted. “I helped you with that part.”

  “I’m pleased to hear it,” he replied. “I don’t want to be that close to any of the others.”

  Molly’s gaze scanned over his body, down his chest and along the edge of his obliques to the place the flesh met. She ground against the hardness beneath her, the sensation making his hips roll forward out of instinct.

  “I think it’s time for pleasure, Master,” she declared in a soft, seductive tone as her fingers grazed over the length of his shaft.

  She looked incredible this way, all empowered and in control, and Connor gazed up at her, reveling at the light in her eyes.

  “Go right ahead,” he purred. “This is your show, kitten.”

  Molly grinned at him for a second, and slowly, her fingers skimmed a second gentle line over the length of his cock.

  “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice still croaky from the trauma it had endured. “That feels fantastic.”

  Connor closed his eyes, enjoying the hedonistic wave of carnality that rolled over him as she taunted and teased his desperate erection. He’d never actually been bound before during sex, so this was the first time he’d ever experienced the sensation of surrender. Up until now, submission had always been a sign of weakness, something he detested and had sworn to resist at all costs. Once again, it was little Molly who changed that, taking his iron reality and softening it, molding it, blurring the boundaries and making it something new. She had done it before at the house, with the pet bowls and beds, and she’d certainly achieved it when she’d started to thaw the frozen outer casing of his heart, but this was the only time she’d managed it sexually. In fact, it was the first time that anyone had.

  “I haven’t even started yet, Connor,” she purred, and the sound of his name made his eyes spring back open again.

  Audacious, he thought as he eyed the salacious little kitten who was even now, grazing her digits lightly over his balls. Look at her go. Just a few strands of rope, and a little power, and look at the transformation in his little pet.

  He gulped at the sight of her, despite the pain it caused. Connor actually gulped. He hadn’t felt trepidation like this for a long time, but it was a stirring sensation, too. He was exhilarated about what was about to transpire. “Show me then,” he ordered, even now trying to shift the balance of power between them. “Show me what you have in mind.”

  With a taunting smile, Molly climbed back over his body, pausing to plant a couple of hot, sensual kisses at his thigh.

  “Molly?” Connor squirmed at the sound of his voice. It seemed so desperate and needy, two things he rarely ever felt.

  She lifted her head, and shook it in an unhurried way. “Uh-uh, Master,” she murmured, emphasizing the final word for what he could only assume was ironic effect. “You don’t get to give the orders now. Not this time. This time you lie there and take what you’re given.”

  A rush of adrenaline flooded his body, and Connor narrowed his eyes at her. “Oh, kitten,” he growled, “just you wait until I get out of these ropes.”

  Molly inhaled, her blue eyes twinkling defiantly. “You’re not getting out until I say so, Master,” she told him softly. “If I decide to set you free, at all, that is.”

  She paused, presumably letting her words hang in the air between them.

  Connor stretched back against his pillow, tugging a little harder on the ropes at his wrists. “Fuck that, kitten,” he snarled. “We both know this is just a game. A gift, if you like. I have given you control for a while, but don’t go overthinking it.”

  She laughed, the sound resonating with his cock directly. “Overthinking it?” she repeated. “Is that what I’m doing?”

  Molly fell over his body onto all fours, her wrists landing either side of his shoulders, and her pussy flexing against his groin, intentionally rubbing his cock over and over. Connor growled again, the action killing his throat, but he didn’t care. She was playing with him alright, fucking with him, and relishing every moment by the looks of it. And even more worryingly, he was enjoying it, too. For all his protests, Connor had never seen her more alive and wanton. It seemed taking control suited her, which was a shame really, because as soon as this was over, he was taking it right back.

  “Don’t push it,” he warned her. “You’re already in enough trouble, kitten. I haven’t forgotten that you broke your promise to me last night.”

  That made her stop, momentarily at least, and Molly eyed him provocatively. “Yeah, yeah,” she countered, mocking Connor playfully. “I haven’t forgotten, but that’s not what’s important right now, is it?”

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�It’s not?” he demanded, trying to ignore his painfully aroused length, which was currently throbbing impatiently against her labia.

  “No,” she whispered, as she leant down and grazed his lips with a gentle kiss. “Now is about pleasure, Connor. Yours and mine, and right now, I’m going to take it.”

  Molly shifted her weight, aligning the head of his cock with her wet folds. He knew she was more than ready to accept him. She always was, but something about this sudden power exchange seemed to be making her hornier than ever.

  “Kitten,” he growled. “Not without a condom.”

  She met his eye, the picture of insolence as she offered him a wicked smile. “Fuck that,” she replied in an instant. “I don’t want one of those things. I trust you, and I want to feel you inside me. Really feel you, I mean.”

  He shook his head, flashing her what he hoped was a look of foreboding. “No,” he told her firmly. “We don’t want you getting pregnant. Use the condom. You know where they are.”

  Molly’s smile widened at his instruction, and at that moment she mounted him, pushing herself down his hard length in one, smooth motion. He groaned, thrusting forward to meet her warmth on instinct, although he still couldn’t believe she’d patently just ignored his command.

  “Molly,” he cried, between gritted teeth as he yanked harder against the ropes that held him in place. “Don’t do this!”

  But it was too late. Molly was doing it. She was doing him, and as she rolled her hips forward and rode him, Connor’s lips parted in ecstasy.

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Disobeying him this way made her brazen and wet. She could see the outrage in his eyes, and the disbelief that she had outright refused to respond, but she didn’t care. She didn’t have to. Not yet, at least. As she rode his amazing cock, she knew there would come a time when Connor would make her pay. That was for certain. But, right now, she used that idea as impetus. The dark light in his green gaze was fuel for her growing fire, and as her hips snapped forward again, Molly had to admit, she fucking loved it.