As though he sensed her imminent hedonism, Connor called out to her. “No coming until you’re finished, little pet,” he cautioned. “You won’t like what happens if you disobey me on this point.”
Gasping for breath and for control over her tightly furled senses, Molly heard his warning, willing her body to do the same. She pulled in a long breath, lifting her head to clear her mind, but her change in position was met with Connor’s curt tone.
“Head down! “he snapped, and he used the hand nearest to her face to push down at the back of her neck.
The action caused his fingers to slide from her pussy, and she mewled, bereft at the loss as her mouth grazed the bottom of the bowl. There wasn’t much chicken left now. Connor’s ministrations had helped her to eat with surprising vigor, and she shifted her weight to grab the pieces lodged at the side of the bowl.
“Better,” he told her. “Now splay those legs wider. I want to see this sweet pussy.”
She reeled at that, or at least she wanted to, but the insistent impetus at the apex of her thighs simply would not allow it. Instead she obeyed, widening her stance as she devoured the remaining chicken, and all the while she waited, willing his digits to return.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Connor transferred his weight, edging to the back of where Molly knelt. He ducked under the leash, which was stretched tight as she leaned over the bowl, and spent a long moment just watching her. Molly was utterly fucking mesmerizing, so much so that he couldn’t even take another breath. He wasn’t entirely sure what had changed in the last few minutes, but it was fairly clear that something had. Miss Clary had gone from fearful victim to wanton pet in less than half an hour, and this new version of his house-guest had made his already throbbing erection rock-solid.
He drew in a breath as he loosened his slacks, and within a moment, his thick cock sprung from its confines. Connor fisted his hardness urgently, watching Molly’s wet, plump lips as she lowered herself back over the bowl.
“Don’t forget what I told you,” he growled, his voice thick with his own arousal. “No coming without permission.”
He fully intended to allow her some pleasure, her recent obedience more than warranted it, but he wanted Molly to learn and learn fast – her pleasure would always come at a cost. And the price this time was her patience and endurance.
She muttered her agreement, and his view shifted to watch her chase another piece of meat around the bowl.
Fuck, what a sight.
He closed his eyes momentarily, willing himself self-composure. His own pleasure briefly abated for the time being, Connor edged towards Molly’s bottom, catching the scent of her arousal as soon as he neared. Despite the painful pang of excitement which washed over him, Connor allowed his eyes to wander over her swollen sex. It was the first time he’d really seen her, so he took a moment to absorb every inch of her glorious sex. Molly was patently aroused. Connor could actually see the moisture dripping from her wet slit, evidence of her excitement dribbling down her inner thighs. Her lips were parted by her outstretched legs, and looked utterly delectable.
Connor lowered himself behind her body as best he could in the space he had. As soon as his mouth made contact with her body she shuddered, the pink flesh before him opening even further for his tongue. Balancing on his left arm he duly obliged, lapping at her pussy as he fisted his cock eagerly. The essence of Molly was divine, even better than he’d ever imagined. He crept closer, devouring her sex greedily. The groans which came from her mouth nearly pushed him over the precipice, but still he continued, offering his little captive the pleasure he thought she had earned.
Her body was so hot and so tasty that he wanted to consume it all. He lapped at her with such passion that it didn’t take long for either of their orgasms to approach. He sensed the burgeoning power of Molly’s, aware of the tension in her legs on either side of his face. Pulling away he knelt behind her, fighting the urge to just plunge his cock deep into her desperate pussy. Instead he replaced his mouth with his fingers again, fucking her into a relentless frenzy.
“Oooh, please!” she begged, raising her head from the bowl.
Connor used his left hand to smack her already reddened bottom. “How do you address me, pet?” he barked, irritated by her instinctive response.
“Sir!” she gasped, almost in tears. Clearly, the weight of her impending pleasure was becoming too much. “I’m sorry, Sir, but please. Please can I come?”
“Not yet,” he growled as he pressed his hand against her sex so that one long digit made contact with her clit.
Molly squealed at that, the pressure apparently too intense as he massaged the throbbing bud gently.
“Beg me for it,” he commanded, fisting his pulsing cock with his free-hand. “Get your head down over your food bowl, and beg me.”
Molly mewled, the sound painfully arousing to Connor’s ears, but he already knew she’d oblige him. She was way too deep into this debauched rabbit-hole to back away now, and anyway, he knew she wanted this orgasm.
“Please, Sir, please,” she pleaded, still on the verge of tears. “Please let me come. I’m so close, please…”
He swallowed at the pitiful sound of her voice, the fingers of his right hand wedged deeply within her sex, while his other hand pumped away at his erection. “More,” he ordered, on the verge of his own climax. “Beg harder!”
Molly continued to plead, her body demonstrating the desperation she felt, until Connor couldn’t take any more, his own cock thicker and harder than he’d ever known. “Okay, little pet,” he growled. “Come apart for me!”
Connor had barely concluded his sentence when the muscles around his fingers contracted, and Molly’s body burst into a wave of hedonism. He watched as her head fell forward, her body slumped over the bowl as she offered him her arse. Connor stayed with her through round after round of climaxes until he eventually withdrew his fingers, slapping her spasming sex as he went. Molly jerked, raising her head in a gasp as he shifted his body around to her face.
Pulling at the leash which still held her to the wall, he forced Molly’s body back to all fours, presenting her with his massively engorged erection.
“Open,” he commanded, fisting his cock over her mouth as his left hand held her leash.
Molly gaped up at him, seemingly still dazed by the weight of her pleasure, and for one moment he thought she was going to resist him. Slowly though, her lips parted, presenting him with the perfect place to deposit his load, and within a second, his orgasm hit him like a wall, sending wave after wave of hot cum spiraling over her face.
There was silence as they both came down from their states of euphoria. Connor glanced down at Molly’s cum-stained face, and a sense of satisfaction and pride filled his chest. Molly had enjoyed her orgasm, at her captor’s hand no less. And now she owed him big time.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
It was some hours later when Molly roused, back once again on the bed in the same small room she’d awoken in the first time around. At least she thought it was some hours. Although she had no way of tracking time in this new state of capture, the light outside the window was brighter, and the air seemed distinctly warmer. Molly shifted on the bed, establishing that her wrists were once again bound, this time in front of her naked body. She noted that he’d left the chains on for good measure and sighed as they clinked with each of her small movements. Easing herself to a sitting position, she assessed her legs, finding that they were equally confined in smooth ropes which were wrapped around her ankles, over the top of the metal cuffs which held the chains in place.
Her attention turned to the room around her. It looked like Connor had been doing some tidying up since they left here. The duvet was now gone from the floor, and instead she found it bunched at her feet. She noticed that the small table she’d been forced to write at was now tucked away neatly next to the dreaded dresser where he kept his heinous toys and contraptions.
Blinking around at the pale, no
ndescript décor, the stark reality of the last day hit her all over again, concluding with the mind-blowing orgasm which Connor had given her over the dog bowl.
Connor had done that?
The man who had drugged and abducted her - he’d been the one who’d delivered the overwhelming pleasure, yet it had come at one hell of a price. Molly squirmed as she made herself recall all of the sorry, sordid details. He had fingered her alright, but only once she obeyed his dark commands, eating from a pet bowl, and then begging for her climax. She knew she was flushing at the memory alone. And then there was the conclusion. She remembered the taste of his hot salty fluid as it hit the back of her throat, and she wondered fleetingly what had happened to the rest that had covered her face. She raised her bound hands to her cheeks, running a finger across her skin, but found it smooth and clean. Connor had washed her then? She shuddered as she tried to remember what had happened after the orgasm. All she could recall was the pleasure and the shame which had flooded her system, and then was nothing but black sleep.
The memory of the indignity brought that sense of shame crashing back over her like a giant wave. What the fuck had she been thinking, playing along with his warped ideas like that? It was one thing to be the victim here, to be taken and used against her will, but what had transpired back in that kitchen was something else. She may not have wanted to eat from the bowl at first, a fact she’d be happy to insist upon, but deep down she’d desired the treatment for longer than she cared to admit. That’s why Molly had written those scenes into her book, and that’s why when push came to shove, she had conceded.
She shoved her back against the wall, pulling her bound wrists up to her hair as best she could. Why had she wanted to concede? What was this dark yearning that burned within her, and why could some crazy guy like Connor be the one to detonate an orgasm that could be in the running as the best of her whole damn life? She let out a long sigh as her mind ran through the riddle, allowing her head to fall backwards against the wall. It was then that she noticed the leather, still in place at her neck. Molly’s fingers played with it uncertainly as the reality washed over her again. She was still bound, still naked and still collared. She was still his…
“Here’s my sleeping beauty.”
The sound of Connor’s voice startled her, and she jumped as she caught sight of him in the doorway. He flashed her a brilliant smile, and she noticed that he’d changed from his earlier outfit into a pair of smart black slacks and a dark emerald shirt. The color really accentuated those dazzling green eyes, and for some bizarre reason she found herself gulping at the sight of him.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked, stepping forward into the room and closing the door behind him.
“Okay, thank you, Sir,” she replied, squirming her sore behind against the thin mattress.
Molly felt awkward and embarrassed. The last time they had interacted, she had been on a leash swallowing his cum, and God only knows what transpired in the period she couldn’t remember. All she knew was that he had cleaned her up, brought her into this room and re-bound her. And that knowledge alone was enough to humble her.
Connor’s expression softened at her response, and he approached the bed slowly. “I figured you could use some rest,” he explained as he reached the edge of the mattress where she huddled. “You’re having one hell of a first day.”
She glanced up to his face, seeing the satisfaction evident there. Clearly, he was very pleased with himself about the whole situation, and the fact riled her.
“I read the start of our story while you were sleeping,” he went on, apparently not needing – or waiting for – a response.
Molly eyed him anxiously, wondering where this new line of conversation was going. “Did you like it, Sir?” she inquired, already feeling her heart pounding away in her chest as she awaited his verdict.
He offered her a small smile. “Of course, I liked it,” he replied warmly, and as he spoke, he sat himself down on the bed next to her. “There were some errors, but I do appreciate you were writing under shall we say, unusual conditions?” His dark brow rose wryly as he concluded, and the look of him made her throat dry.
Unusual is right, she thought resentfully. It’s hard to create your best work when you’re gagged, chained and fondled throughout the ordeal. Molly met his gaze, acknowledging the amused look on his face, but she bit back her emotions, knowing some ill-timed remark now would only land her in even more hot water.
“I normally deal with errors when I edit,” she offered him in a tiny voice which barely seemed to reach his ears, but he nodded to show he understood.
“Absolutely,” he agreed, “but editing isn’t the fun part of this process, Molly. The best part is the writing, the creative process, and everything we are going to do to inspire it.”
He edged closer toward her on the bed, making her heart race as he neared.
“What are you going to do to me?” She squeaked at his approach, and the tremor in her voice made him stop and turn the weight of his powerful stare over her flushing body.
“Come on now,” he cooed. “You don’t still need to ask that silly question, do you?”
That made her halt, and she gasped at the way he’d asked it, as though she was his property and her resistance was utterly futile. Maybe it already was…
“I…” She began, but the words died in her throat as his brooding face neared.
“You’re what?” he probed, inching ever closer to her wide-eyed face.
“Scared,” she said, pushing the word out in one long exhalation.
The reply made the edges of his lips curl ever so slightly, but his body stilled. “Scared?” he repeated, sounding shocked at the notion. “Why are you scared?”
She balked at that, wanting to laugh in his face, but fear prevented the action. Instead she fought to find her voice, knowing that question would need an answer. “Of you, Sir,” she responded. “Of all of this.” She raised her bound arms into the air as she spoke, forcing the metal of the chains to clink together with the motion.
Connor smiled again, but the look was predatory. “Why should you be scared?” he asked her again. “Tell me, have I ever hurt you in any real way? Or in any way which you didn’t ultimately enjoy and desire even?”
He paused, letting his questions hang between them as Molly reeled, aghast at his implication.
“You spanked me!” she cried, nearly spitting out the words.
“Yes,” he agreed with a grin. “I did, and you, my little pet, you fucking loved it.”
Molly squeezed her eyes closed at his response, not wanting to see those sparkling green orbs. He was right of course. She had loved it, despite the pain, but her response was based on more than that. He had called her his pet again, and all the ramifications and memories from the kitchen came flooding back in a split-second.
“You humiliated me,” she began again, forcing her eyes open to find him only a few inches from her face. His sudden proximity was startling, and she pressed her thighs together out of instinct. The look on his face was completely devastating.
“Yes, I did,” he concurred, eyeing her intently. “And I’ll tell you something else, I will do again, little pet, as often as I like.”
His gaze seared into her, those green eyes unblinking as he delivered the message, and every ounce of Molly’s being heard it. Her nipples stiffened at his tone, and she actually felt the moisture pool between her legs. However much she protested, they both knew how good his threats sounded, and there was really no point denying it. An image of her splayed and convulsing body spasming to his touch flashed through her mind, and Molly felt her face blush at the embarrassment.
“It’s okay, little pet,” he murmured gently. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and stroked her hot flesh. “I know. This is all new and overwhelming. Perhaps you feel guilty about submitting to my authority, who knows. All I can tell you is this. This is how things are now. You are mine to torture and adore, and I will push you. Do yo
u understand?”
There were tears in her eyes at his words, in spite of the softly-spoken delivery. Molly felt them collect, and she blinked them away angrily. Why was she so emotional about this, for fuck’s sake? She drew in a breath, fighting for composure before she finally offered him a nod.
Connor laughed, the sound gentle, but the resonance connecting directly with her sex. It was the most fucked up thing, but something about his laughter made her really wet, and the genuine happiness on his face made him look all the more handsome. “That’s not good enough, little pet,” he told her, shifting his digits from her face. “You know how to address me, so I suggest you do so.”
She gulped again, his authority taunting and tantalizing in equal measure. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, looking up into his gleeful green eyes. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” He grinned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She shook her head as she mumbled a reply.
“Now, one last thing before I get to my plans for you.”
Molly’s body tensed at that, but she fought to contain the panic, listening intently to his words.
“I believe there’s something you need to say to me?” he continued, his eyes dancing as he went on. “For the pleasure I gave you earlier? It seemed like quite an orgasm.”
She felt the blood drain from her face at his question, her mind in free-fall. His words implied that he wanted her to thank him for fingering her while she was forced to eat from a fucking dog bowl. Thank him! What the actual fuck?
“Was it, little pet?” he asked, the question cutting short her feelings of disgust on the subject.
“Was what, Sir?” she replied, biting her lip anxiously.
Surely, he didn’t want to hear the words out loud. She couldn’t say them. It just wasn’t possible.
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