“There’s my needy little pet,” chuckled Connor from behind her.
She didn’t have to lift her head and try and look at him to know he was smirking. Connor’s tone was taunting, as though half of him was half mocking her, and the other half was in awe. As if her hips responded to his voice directly, they rolled backwards, seeking the thing which promised pleasure. Her clit searched for its own stimulation, but frustratingly, there was nothing. The blankets stacked under her pelvis lifted her hips a few inches above the leather bench, and every time she rolled them forward, all they found was air. He laughed at her again. It was a dark, foreboding sound, and Molly clenched her sex at the resonance, although her hips did not stop moving.
Connor shifted, coming into her line of sight. The vibrator remained in place, but there was less force holding it there now with only his left hand controlling the thing. Without a word, he leaned toward her bound body, tugging hard against the strap at the back of her head. Within a moment, the leather straps fell from either side of her head, dropping against the bench beside her.
“Drop it,” he ordered in a low growl. “You’re going to need your mouth for this next part of the process.”
Molly opened her mouth in response, allowing the plastic to leave her lips as she lifted her neck to be free of it. She turned her face to glance up at Connor’s grinning expression. He loomed over her like a freaking Cheshire cat, all hard lines and handsome features.
“Good pet,” he told her in a derisory tone. “Now we can continue.”
He slipped from her view as fast as he arrived, leaving her neck aching and her pussy still desperately rocking against the end of its new tormentor. Now presumably back in position, Molly felt the pressure on it intensify, the wand slipping south, connecting with her clit. Connor was right about one thing at least, she was needy. Or at least, her clitoris was. Where the initial contact with the vibrator had been startling – painful even – this was freaking amazing.
“Yes,” he cooed, his voice echoing around the dark basement space. “My needy little pet. That’s what you are, Molly, isn’t it?”
She groaned at his words, knowing they were designed to denigrate her further, and worryingly aware that it was working. It wasn’t just the pulsing toy at her clit which was rousing her. Molly knew the paddling had made her wet, and that his degrading tone would also have the same embarrassing consequence.
“Pet?”
The sound of his irritated voice snapped her from her internal analysis, and she twisted her head to meet it.
“Yes, Master?” she answered, her own tone breathy and humiliatingly aroused.
“What are you?” he growled. “Tell me what you are. Say the words.”
The pulses were coming faster now, and Molly knew he must have slid the notch, adjusting the speed higher. She opened her mouth to answer him, but all that came out was a long, throaty groan.
“Pet!”
Connor was shouting now, but worse still, the buzzing at her clit had vanished.
“No,” she moaned, squirming helplessly on top of the blanket pile. “Master, please?”
Her plea was met with one almighty spank, which Connor landed directly across her wet pussy. The impact was excruciating, taking her by surprise, but the reverberation was also satisfying. The resonance flitted through her sex, making her muscles clench in response.
“What. Are. You?”
Connor’s words exploded in fury as they crashed over her, each one punctuated by a fresh slap to her ass.
“I’m a needy pet,” she gasped.
Already the impact was morphing from the usual sting to something else. Something darker and more gratifying…
“Whose needy little pet, are you?” he quipped, his tone much softer than it had been a moment ago.
“Yours, Master,” she replied quickly. “I’m yours.”
A wave of shame washed over her at the concession, but she knew it was the truth. She didn’t want to be his, she hadn’t sought it, but after everything he had put her through, she couldn’t imagine there being anyone else. Connor had become the dark center of her world. His perverted dominance was every inch as arousing as the heroes she’d penned, except that this hero was bigger, and stronger and extremely bad. In fact, he was really no hero at all.
Chapter Eight
Connor rewarded the admission with the pulsing vibrator he was still clutching in his right hand. His pet mewled like a little kitten as the head of the wand made contact with her clit again, her hips rocking back to welcome it.
Little kitten.
Somehow, the term seemed apt. He’d been treating her more like a dog this far, but really her long, slender limbs put him in the mind of a feline, much more than a canine.
He smiled at the sight of her grinding hips, his cock tenting the jogging bottoms he’d donned for the occasion. Fuck, she was delicious, and based on what he could see and the waft of her delectable scent, she was already drenched with arousal. Predictably, she was enjoying his torment just as he’d hoped, and the reality made him even hornier.
Crouching at the end of the bench, Connor worked the vibrator up and down her pussy. Each time he connected with her clit, she groaned. Glancing down at the bound woman on the bench ahead of him, he watched her responses carefully. She was as horny as hell, and probably pretty close to the edge. Poor little, kitty, he thought gleefully. There’ll be no release for you any time soon. Pleasure is not part of punishment.
He read her body language effortlessly, assessing the tension in her shoulders and her legs to perfection. When the first orgasm neared, Connor took her right to the brink. He allowed her to think he was going to give her permission to come, but removed the vibrator right at the last minute. Surveying the writhing, moaning kitten before him, his smile grew. Molly had absolutely no idea what he had in store for her today, but fuck, it was going to be fun. He watched as her needy pussy bucked under her swaying hips. Evidently, it was as in as much denial about the edging it was going to receive as Molly was.
“Master?”
She sounded like she was close to tears. So desperate. So very desperate.
He wandered nonchalantly around to where her head was pressed into the black leather, the plastic ball still resting only a couple of inches from her out-stretched lips.
Fuck.
“What is it, kitten?” he asked, trying out the new label.
He liked the sound of it, and it suited the panting mess of arousal which lay splayed in front of him.
“Please,” she begged, raising her head an inch as she spoke to him. “Please, I’m so close. Please let me come?”
Connor lowered himself down onto his haunches until their eyes met. His kitten’s gaze was a mass of blue pain, and he’d barely even got going. “I’m only going to say this once,” he told her firmly. “And heaven help you if you disobey me on this. Your pleasure is mine to deliver and mine to take away. You will not be coming at all during this punishment, Molly. Do you understand me?”
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. Wide, blue orbs met his decision.
“But, Master, please,” she started. “I…”
He pressed his index finger to her lips, effectively silencing her. “I said, do you understand me, kitten?”
She blinked at him wildly, and he thought for a moment he saw the query in her expression at her new name. Removing the finger, he offered her a smile.
“Yes, I understand,” she whimpered in a barely audible tone.
He gave her a moment to settle. He wanted the burgeoning desire to pass a little before he built the fire right back up again. “Now, thank me for punishing you, kitten,” he told her in his most ominous tone.
That got her attention, her expression flickering from desperation to angst. “Th-thank you?” she stuttered, her voice full of disdain.
The tone rankled Connor, and he reached forward, yanking her dark hair back in his fist. She winced at the sudden hurt, fresh tears springing to her eyes as t
he shock resonated.
“Yes, thank me,” he told her flatly. “Each and every time I degrade you, and I punish you, I will expect your gratitude. You have been a very naughty girl, kitten, and it’s about time you got what’s coming to you.”
As he spoke, the irritation he felt dissolved into unadulterated arousal. Her face was stunned and flustered, trapped between his fist and the binds at her wrists. Her predicament made him harder than ever, and as she struggled to respond, he knelt up a little, easing his trousers down with his free hand. Connor’s excited cock sprang free, bobbing eagerly. Molly eyed the action, not missing a thing, despite her immobilized position.
“I’m waiting,” he reminded her, fisting his hard shaft just a few inches from the side of her face.
She trembled beside him. The look on her face telling him that she knew she was screwed. It was a timely analogy.
“Thank you, Master,” she replied at length, but all the while her attention stayed with his erection.
Connor wondered if she wanted to taste it again as much as he wanted to fuck her pretty face with it. “That’s better,” he told her in a stern tone. “And you can thank me properly by polishing my cock like a good, pet. You may not be getting pleasured today, but I most certainly will be.”
The start of a groan escaped from her lips, but he silenced it with the crown of his shaft. Closing the fingers in her hair, he gripped the top of her head as he thrust his entire length down her tight throat. There would be no standing on ceremony today. She knew how to give good head, but this was not about showing her expertise. This was about surrender, and as he lunged in and out of her mouth, his cock gave the entire lesson.
Molly’s gaze remained on him as he fucked her face. He couldn’t tell if it was surprise etched into her gorgeous features, but as he claimed her mouth over and over, he began to care less. She was his again – that was the important thing. He had been close to losing her completely, after all the months of planning. He could never let that happen again, and each time he thrust down her throat, Connor reminded himself again.
Never, never, ever.
She was back and she was his. And now that she was, he would claim her however he damn well wanted.
Chapter Nine
He face-fucked her with ruthless intent. Molly hadn’t ever seen him like this before. Each movement was fierce, like it could be his last. She remained passive as much as she could. Having seen his massive erection, she had fully expected him to claim her mouth, but this was something else altogether. Oxygen seemed to have become a privilege, and each time he pushed inside her, there was less of it. She gasped between thrusts where she could, but the more excited Connor became, the faster each new lunge came. Soon there was no space between thrusts. The whole act was just one long thrust, his cock permanently lodged into the back of her throat. Acting on instinct, she gagged around him, desperate for some respite from the onslaught.
“Do not try to push me out, kitten,” he warned her in a low tone. “I am going to come over your pretty face, and you are going to lick up anything I spill.”
She blanched briefly at his words, a reflexive response to the threat before her face colored again.
What is this kitten thing, she mused as his cock began to move again? First, she was an animal, and now more specifically a cat. What was that about? The queries were soon silenced by Connor’s relentless desire. The hand in her hair held her in the uncomfortable position as his cock went to work, thrusting over and over. He was so deep inside her mouth now that his balls banged against her chin with each new thrust. His pursuit of pleasure seemed never-ending until she finally noticed the tell-tale signs of his approaching climax. She could taste the pre-cum leaking from his crown, the flavor swimming around her mouth as he claimed her. Connor tasted sweet and oddly good considering the circumstances, but there was little time to consider that as the long lunges turned into shorter, more insistent thrusts.
He was close now, but she had the sense he would take his time. Evidently, exploiting and using her was all part of the punishment, and shamefully it had not been lost on Molly’s sex. Even though her pussy received no attention during the face-fucking, his dominance was having the desired effect. She could feel the arousal pooling there and she knew her inner thighs would be slick with it.
Damn it, she mused as his testicles slammed into her again and again. Why was this so hot? Why was being used so thoroughly such an unbelievable turn-on? Like so many times before in her life, Molly wished she knew the answer; wished she could understand her own desires. Whatever the psychology, it was still true. Becoming a vessel for Connor’s orgasm was the only thing she could think about, and she held her lips wide as she received him. He wasn’t just taking what he wanted now. She was offering it to him. When he finally exploded, a part of her was happy that it was over, but another part of her – the slutty, wet part – was desperate to revel in the surrender of the act. Connor had just made one of her fantasies a reality, and despite the struggling and the gagging, Molly had loved it. Of that there was no doubt.
He withdrew, waving his organ above her face as he continued to pump cum over her mouth. Molly kept her lips parted as he came, happily receiving his sweet fluid. This slutty show was turning her on, and in spite of his warnings, she still hoped to be permitted to climax herself at some point soon. Connor shifted, forcing the remaining fluid down over the bench as he held her head above it. When his pleasure had subsided, the fingers in her hair finally relaxed.
“Get your face down there and lick that leather clean.”
His voice was dark as he gave the order, but her clit was already throbbing at the command. Molly moved without protest to the small pools of cum and began to lap at them. The whole time she knew he was watching. She could feel the intensity of his stare on her skin, but the reality only drove her on. The fact that he oversaw her denigration made her even hornier. She cleaned the leather quickly, slumping back over the wet bench after she’d concluded.
“Good,” she heard him purr. “Good, little kitten. Now on with your punishment.”
He swooped before she could catch her breath, grabbing the redundant gag and pushing it back toward her mouth. Molly’s jaw ached after the forced blow-job, but she surrendered to his will, knowing arguing would only earn her more pain. Connor responded by securing the plastic ball back in place, forcing her lips wide around it again. After that, he was gone. She heard him stride around the bench, and braced herself. Whatever was coming next was about to begin, and she had better be ready.
The whir of the vibrator caught her attention, elaborating Connor’s intent before the thing even connected with her flesh. When it did make contact with her wet pussy at last, Molly had no choice but to groan around the plastic. The buzzing wand felt so fucking good, its relentless vibrations pushing her closer and closer to the place she sought. Right away her hips were rolling back to meet its vibrations again. Her pursuit was shameless now, brazen even, but there was no embarrassment as she writhed against the toy. What was the use of embarrassment now? Connor had the power to use and abuse her. He had the power to satiate and deny her. He had seen all her nakedness and indignity. There was nothing left to hide, nothing more to be ashamed of. All there was in this place was Connor, the pleasure, and the pain.
The waves of hedonism began to grow, burgeoning until they consumed her every sense. Molly no longer felt the ache in her jaw, or the way the leather bit into her wrists, or how her ass still stung. The vibrating plastic was the center of her entire world, its tip connecting with her pulsing clit over and over.
And then it stopped.
“Look how fucking wet you are,” he announced with a voice full of glee.
Molly moaned into the gag, her frustration boiling over as the pleasure began to subside. As she squirmed, he trailed a digit between her swollen folds, and she jumped at the sudden stimulation.
“So fucking wet.”
She panted at his summation, aware of the digit at he
r sex moving. One and then two of his fingers pushed into her exposed pussy, fucking her briefly before withdrawing and dragging some of her arousal north with them. She moaned again, wanting to tell him to continue, wanting to order him not to stop. But, of course, Connor already knew what her groans and whimpers meant. He was no doubt enjoying every second of them.
“I am such a lucky bastard to find a kitten as perverted as you,” he went on. “Yes, you’re naughty, and you will be punished, but don’t get me wrong, pet. You’re fucking perfect.”
His fingers dipped into her cunt again. Molly arched her back without thinking, trying to grant him greater access. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted it more than anything. She needed it. She mewled as the digits departed, feeling them crawl between her quivering cheeks. Slowly, he penetrated her ass, using her own arousal to lubricate the hole.
“Fuck!” Molly screamed as best she could around the small plastic ball.
She hadn’t meant to call out, but there was no holding it back now. It wasn’t that the deed was painful. On the contrary, it felt freaking good.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you, kitten?” He was laughing again now, the sound almost sensual as washed over her bound frame.
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