His Plaything (Slade, Inc. Book 2)

by Mackenzie Williams

  His house? A few days ago, she would have jumped at the chance. "Thanks, I think I'll stay."

  She pulled hard on her hand, freeing herself. Morgan turned away from Connor and started back toward the bar. She didn't get far before he grabbed her arm. Connor spun her around, grabbing both hips firmly.

  "You're coming home with me." He tilted his head down while keeping eye contact, making him look more menacing.

  Morgan swallowed. "I don't think that's your decision."

  "Look, Morgan. You can stay here and flirt and dance with whoever you please, but it won't change the outcome of your night. It will only piss me off further."

  She squirmed in his hold, unsure if she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Maybe both, in that order. A masculine hand then grabbed Mr. Slade's shoulder. Morgan turned to find Brad standing close to her side.

  "All right, friend. Your time is up."

  Connor stared at Morgan for a few more seconds and she could actually see his temper and irritation increasing on his face and in his green eyes, which were almost glowing. He very slowly moved her off to his right side, the opposite one from where Brad still had an arm on him.

  The scene was almost in slow motion then. When Morgan was just out of arm's reach, Connor smoothly but extremely quickly lifted his fist. Morgan watched in shocked horror as he landed a hard right hook to Brad's jaw.

  Morgan lifted her hands to her face as Brad flew back away from Connor. He landed right on top of a table, which had several men sitting at it. Drinks went flying, glasses and bottles smashing to the floor.

  "Hey, asshole!" A large man stood from the table. Instead of going for Connor, he picked up Brad, pushing him back away from the table and farther away from Morgan.

  Soon, there were several men involved. Arms were swinging, more insults were being shouted. Morgan was frozen to the spot. She didn't have to make any decisions, however. Connor grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth.

  He didn't hesitate even a second. Connor towed her behind himself as he headed toward the exit. As they passed a chair, a man stood, obviously watching the commotion behind them. On the back of his chair lay his suit coat with a green tie draped over that. Connor grabbed the tie gracefully, barely looking at it.

  When they hit the outer doors, several bouncers were rushing into the bar. Morgan started to feel a bit guilty for all the trouble she had caused.

  No, not me. Connor caused. She tried to slow her feet, pulling hard on her arm.

  They were in the dark parking lot now, and it was starting to drizzle. Connor was still walking, almost dragging her.

  "Connor, stop!"

  He didn't speak as he whipped around to face her. She froze again, but he worked quickly. Connor grabbed both her wrists, he brought the stolen tie up and in no time, her wrists were bound together tightly. She pulled on them, and they didn't move an inch.

  "Connor, what are you doing?"

  "Kidnapping you."

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Connor picked up Morgan and threw her over his shoulder. She started kicking her legs. He would have smiled then if he wasn't so pissed off. He walked straight to his car, ignoring her protests. This was for her own good, anyway. And it was for his sanity. If he had to watch her talk to another man for one more second, he would have fought every last man in that bar.

  When they reached his car, the rain was starting to pick up. He slid her off his shoulder and opened the passenger door. Her face was perfectly stunned with a bit of desire shadowing it. Even if she wouldn't admit it, Morgan wanted this.

  "Connor, you can't just throw any girl you want into your car."

  He pulled her toward the open door. The tie around her wrists had a bit of excess at the end. He quickly pulled on it, causing her to bend at the waist. "I'm not kidnapping any girl. I'm kidnapping my girl."

  Her eyes told him all he needed to know. She was fighting him, but she wanted this more than anything else. Morgan wanted to be claimed. Connor effortlessly picked her up, sliding her into the passenger seat. He quickly shut the door and sprinted around to the driver side.

  The second he was in his car, Connor reached across her body, grabbing the end of the tie. In a few seconds, it was tied to the handle high on the doorframe. He started the engine as she tested her restraint. Morgan squirmed in his seat, and her soft whimpers were making his cock harden.

  "Do I need to grab my rope and gag from the trunk?" He was only half joking. He gave her a wicked smirk as he threw his car into drive.

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  "Mr. Slade … Connor. I'm serious. Let me go. My hands are starting to go numb."

  "I'm serious, too. I will pull over right now and grab the gag from my trunk."

  Morgan sighed as a small, crooked frown pulled on her lips. She should be angrier with him, she knew that. Morgan also knew that she wanted him badly. Was she playing right into his hands? Was Connor just toying with her and Shay? She was starting to hate herself a little now.

  Morgan felt just as she thought she would as they pulled into Connor's driveway. She was in awe, but she also felt like a princess. A kidnapped and tied up princess, but still a princess. Morgan was slightly irritated at the way he had busted into the club and how he had started a fight, but if she was honest with herself, she loved him a bit more for it, too.

  None of this changed the fact that he had cheated on her with Shay. Did he now realize that he wanted Morgan more? Should that make her feel wonderful or dirty? The rain was coming down even harder now, making strange but beautiful music on the top of the car.

  "All right, love. Now, we can get to the bottom of things."

  "Connor, I still don't like this."

  "Huh." It wasn't a question. It was a "don't care".

  She thought about complaining or even yelling at him, but her heart still wanted to see where this was going.

  Connor pushed the button in his car and his garage door slowly went up. As she suspected, his garage was immaculate. No messes. He put the car in park and quickly turned off the engine. She waited for him to explain things further, but he didn't. He exited the car and came around to her side.

  Connor opened her door, and she pulled on the tie still holding her arms high. Her shoulders were now sore. She twisted in her seat, letting her legs hang out of the car.

  "Now, Ms. White." He started to untie her wrists from the doorframe but not from each other. "You will listen to me, and I will set things straight."

  "What if I don't believe you?" Morgan stood up and took a step away from the car just before he slammed the door shut.

  A menacing but playful smile tugged at his lips. "Then you will be tied up until you do."

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Connor hoisted Morgan onto his shoulder and carried her into the house. Morgan moaned as her chest bounced against him. For a reason she couldn't really explain to herself, this act was starting to add fuel to her anger. Why had she been almost happy being dragged here? Now that she was, she was starting to get pissed off. Was it at herself more than him, though?

  An image of Shay being carried into his house filled her mind, and Morgan started to kick her legs.

  "Connor! I mean it. Put me down and untie me. You can't just be excused for what you did by forcing me to listen to you!" She felt like she was going insane. Her emotions were all over the place.

  Her anger grew, but at the same time, so did her lust for this man. What is wrong with me? It has to simply be Connor. This is what he does to me. Was she scared of that?

  "Morgan, much like in my office, you aren't in charge here." He smacked her ass, causing her to yelp.

  She squirmed more violently in his hold, but it didn't seem to faze him. Soon they were entering what she assumed was his bedroom. From her upside down position, she tried to lift her head enough to look around. In just the few seconds she had, she didn't see any personal photos anywhere. The walls were mostly bare. They were a bluish-gray color, just like the carpet. Maybe this isn't his
bedroom. Maybe it's his fuck room.

  This thought had even more anger rising. How many girls had he had here? "Connor!"

  Before she could say more, he flopped her down onto a large bed. Morgan huffed out a harsh breath as she bounced on it. She scowled up at Connor. He returned a dominant stare.

  "Now, it is definitely time for that ball gag."

  "Oh, no. You aren't going to just silence me and get your truth out." She tried to sit up on the bed, but it was difficult with her hands still tied together.

  "Watch me." He smirked at her as he turned around and stepped toward a dresser.

  He's enjoying this way too much. "Connor! Mr. Slade, come on." Maybe she should try more honey than vinegar.

  Connor turned back around and stepped to the bed. He knelt on it, next to her legs. "I want you to call me Sir."

  She frowned at him for a moment. "Sir?"

  "No. Say it nicely." His eyes flashed a bright green.

  Morgan frowned up at him, but truthfully, her body was starting to enjoy his games. Fuck me. I'm screwed. She quickly ran through her options in her head. She could continue to really fight him. Although, there was part of her heart that wouldn't let that happen. She could play along, but there was part of her brain that wouldn't let that happen. Morgan sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them again, his expression was even hungrier.

  "Please, Sir, untie me." Just those words made a small tingle start in her clit. The way he was looking greedily at her had it intensifying. Her pussy was wetting for him, with or without her permission.

  "Thank you, pet. Now, open wide." Connor held up a black leather strap, which held a bright red ball in the middle.

  Morgan tried to scoot away from her boss. She managed to inch away while he held the gag up, watching her. His crooked smile grew. Damn him. I'm just playing into his hands. "No … no."

  He lowered the ball gag, setting it on her thigh. Morgan stilled, waiting to see what his next move was. He reached up and slowly but with force, pushed her chest back so she was lying fully on her back. Morgan resisted for just a moment before giving in to him.

  "Ms. White, you will soon find out that my truth is the only one that matters."

  His smug words were fueling more than her anger. Her breathing was starting to become ragged as he stared down at her. Connor left the ball gag on her leg as he leisurely ran his hand up her opposite thigh. With no hurry, he reached under her dress.

  Morgan gasped when his fingers met her panties. He made a tsking sound as he rubbed them.

  "Well, I guess I should be thankful you weren't going to give it up so quickly at the bar tonight."

  "Screw you." She shocked herself with the venom in her words.

  Stress and anxiety filled her chest, and she felt as if she was choking. Morgan expected him to flip out or worse, kick her out. He did neither. Connor narrowed his eyes on her. The green was so bright, she felt mesmerized by them.

  "You are begging to be gagged, sweet. Let me ask you something first, though."

  Morgan gasped again when he grabbed her panties and pulled. He was soon sliding them down. In just a few seconds, her pale blue underwear was close to her knees. Morgan twisted on the bed, but he soon stopped her.

  Connor left her underwear where it was and reached back under her skirt. He pressed firmly on her clit, causing a tingle to radiate up her body. He pinched it, and Morgan whimpered.

  "Where were you this morning when you left the office?"

  "What?" She inhaled sharply as he jiggled her throbbing clit.

  "Where did you go?" Connor clenched his jaw as he slowly rubbed her clit.

  "Ah, Sir…" Morgan was starting to lose focus on the conversation as her button came more alive. "You know where I was."

  Connor left her clit alone and slid his fingers down through her pussy lips. Morgan's eyes fluttered shut. A soft moan fell from her mouth as he slipped a finger inside her.

  "You were with your ex?"

  "What?" Morgan's eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up. Had she heard him correctly?

  Connor reached up with his free hand and pressed her chest back down. She furrowed her brow, now completely lost. Morgan pulled on the tie around her wrists, but there was still no give in the restraint. He tensed his jaw muscles again while speeding up his finger. Connor was soon finger-fucking her, repeatedly.

  Morgan whimpered as her climax neared. Her body wasn't interested in his words now, but her brain wouldn't quiet. "Sir? I was running an errand. You were the one fucking around."

  "Say 'Sir' one more time."

  What? She whispered his request. "Sir."

  Connor closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He took a deep breath. His fingers slowed, and Morgan was starting to feel a little worried.

  "Good girl." He pulled his hand from her dress as he opened his eyes.

  Connor grabbed the ball gag from her leg. Before she could try to fight him, her boss was leaning over her chest. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her roughly. The kiss was short, however. When he pulled back, she didn't even have time to react before the bright red ball was being forced between her lips.

  Morgan let out a muffled groan as he swiftly fastened the strap around her head. He sat back, and there was no more smile on his face. He took another deep breath. Morgan moaned loudly, but the sound was lost.

  "Pet, it's time for you to be quiet now."

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Connor was relishing every second of this time with his girl. Morgan looked beautiful gagged and slightly irritated on his bed. The problem was, how long could this last? He was on the verge of taking her roughly, but he needed her to listen first.

  "Morgan, I know what you saw and what you think happened with Shay and me." He hated saying the other woman's name.

  It seemed Morgan hated hearing it, as well. She narrowed her eyes and started to twist on the bed. He had the deep urge to rip her clothes off. Should he wait until he was done talking, though? He crawled closer to her and reached up to the top of her thin dress.

  Morgan stopped moving and moaned around the red ball. It looked perfect between her pink lips. He leisurely unbuttoned the top few buttons. She started to squirm again.

  "Sshhhh, sweet." He finished unbuttoning the top of her dress, trying not to rush it.

  When her dress was opened, Connor reached in and pulled her bra down. Her stunning tits bounced as he manhandled them. His pet whimpered around her gag. Connor's dick took notice and jerked in his jeans. He didn't have long.

  "Shay and I kissed, yes. But we didn't have sex." Morgan started to twist again under his hands. "It almost happened tonight but only because of Marcie's lies."

  Morgan's sounds got angrier and her movement more aggressive. Connor gripped her breasts tightly, causing her to still for a moment. Her eyes looked livid and a bit pained.

  "Yes, I was weak and angry. I would have taken what I needed from Shay, but that's only because I thought you were gone, Morgan."

  Connor thought that that confession would pacify her. It did the opposite. She looked furious as she started to kick her legs. She soon started to yell muffled words at him while bringing her bound hands up.

  All right, I guess the hard way it is.

  He released her breasts and hopped off the bed. He went straight to his closet to retrieve a leather belt. When he returned to Morgan, she was halfway off the bottom of the bed. He wasted no more time. His cock wanted her.

  "Relax."

  Connor grabbed her by the waist and flipped her easily onto her stomach. She exhaled loudly around the ball gag but stopped struggling for a moment. Yes, pet. You know you're mine. Morgan's feet were now touching the floor. He bent down and wrapped the belt around her ankles, securing them together.

  Before she could struggle away from him, Connor sat on the bed, pressing his arm against her back. He reached down and pulled her dress up, exposing her ass. Her panties still hung around her knees. A slow smile lifted his l
ips. The scene was near perfect.

  He brought his hand down sharply to her ass. Morgan yelped as her head lifted off the bed.

  "Listen, Morgan." He swatted her ass one more time to make sure she was paying attention. Morgan whimpered as she twisted her hips. He held her against the bed. "Marcie told me you were with your ex." This had his pet slowing her fight. "I thought you quit because you were back with him."

  Morgan twisted her neck, trying to look up at him. Her body was at an odd angle so she couldn't. That may have been for the best anyway. He didn't want to see the emotions in her eyes just yet.

  "I only recently discovered that Marcie had lied. She and Shay were trying to get rid of you. I don't want another temporary plaything. I want my permanent plaything."

  Morgan again tried to crane her neck while mumbling. He decided he wanted to hear her. Connor reached up and unfastened the strap around her head. The ball gag fell to the bed. She sighed, relieved, but that didn't last long. Connor gave her another hard smack to her ass. Morgan lifted her chest off the bed and cried out.

  "Connor! Sir."

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Things were slowly starting to make sense to Morgan. Things were clicking into place. That's why Marcie perked up so much when I mentioned Todd. Bitch. I knew she didn't like me, but I never thought she'd go this far.

  Connor stood from the bed. He started to undress, and Morgan was momentarily distracted from her thoughts. His abs and arms flexed as he dropped his shirt to the floor. As he slid his pants down his legs, Connor looked into her eyes. She felt safe and at risk, at the same time.

  "You thought I left you?" What hell had he been going through?

  Connor stood there, now naked. For the first time ever, he looked a bit vulnerable. He placed his hands on his hips and exhaled. "You will, of course, retake your position at Slade Incorporated."

  The way he said it was so clinical. Morgan needed more from him in this moment. She tried to adjust herself on the bed, but she was still bound.