“Was it a good orgasm?” he asked, pressing his advantage as he pushed his body against her bound legs.
A small shiver passed over her at the contact, and she knew her pussy was wet for him. “Y-yes, Sir,” she conceded, flushing deeper at the admission.
He smiled, turning to keep his focus solely on his little bound captive. “So, thank me then,” he commanded her gently. “Isn’t it polite to thank people for gifts?”
Her head swirled with panic at his words. Gifts? Is that what that was? She certainly wanted to argue that point, but somehow there were no words to achieve the protest. There were only his smiling eyes, and the hand now ducking to her chin.
“Yes,” she managed at last. “Thank you, Sir.”
She didn’t know how she forced the words out, but somehow, she did, swallowing back yet another rush of humiliation as it ran through her.
“Tell me what you’re thanking me for,” he demanded. “Be a good pet.”
She shivered again at his words, emotion catching in her throat. She didn’t know which sensation was more potent, the heavy one at the back of her eyes where fresh tears threatened to emerge, or the insistent one between her hot legs. “Thank you for pleasuring me, Sir,” she answered him, and this time she made herself look into his dazzling eyes as she responded.
It was the damnedest thing. As their eyes connected, a sudden powerful surge of feeling passed over her, and it wasn’t just terror or panic, or even arousal. It was something else. Something profound and unsettling.
“Good girl,” he told her warmly, and the fingers at her face shifted again, stroking the side of her jaw. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
She shook her head, captured by the look in his eye and this intensity between them. “No, I…” she began, but Molly never finished that sentence. Connor’s lips stole it from her as they swooped, pressing themselves against her open mouth as they claimed her.
She tried to gasp at the unexpected kiss, but his insistent mouth wouldn’t allow it. There was a brief moment of fright, but then the sheer sensuality of the moment cascaded over her, and she realized she didn’t want to fight him. For whatever reason his mouth felt wonderful against hers, and silently she willed him on, hoping that he’d possess her properly. As though Connor could read her mind, he did, probing his tongue into her mouth and fucking her with it, over and over. Her mind flitted back to the way that same tongue had attacked her wet seam, and she groaned. It was truly phenomenal to succumb to his will.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
He hadn’t intended to kiss her, not yet anyway. Listening to her actually thanking him for the finger fucking he’d bestowed on her earlier was almost hypnotic, and as he’d complimented her, the idea of claiming those lips had burst into his head. The thought had grown, overtaking him as he gazed into her flushed face and as the moment presented itself, Connor seized it.
Molly seemed stunned at first, as though she couldn’t believe what was happening, but in a matter of seconds she surrendered. Connor had actually felt the moment she yielded, her body relaxing as she opened for his tongue. Oh my God. The kiss was exquisite, hardening his cock by the time he drew away.
She blinked at him, her breath coming out in short bursts. She was wide-eyed and utterly bloody gorgeous.
“Are you thirsty?” His tone was intentionally casual, disguising the intensity which coursed through his body.
She swallowed as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Connor shifted the hand at her face, using it to draw her forward toward him. “You never did drink from your water bowl,” he scolded her in a quiet tone.
Molly bit her lip anxiously, although he noticed the way her nipples tightened into stiff peaks between them. She was clearly conflicted; just as aroused as she was horrified by his statement.
“I want to rectify that situation the next time you have a meal,” he told her, watching her face carefully for her responses.
Molly’s breath hitched, the flesh under his thumb growing warm to his touch. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He eyed her severely, wanting her to know that he meant what he said. She was going to drink from that bowl, and soon, but for the time being, she was dehydrated and that was Connor’s problem.
“Wait here,” he commanded, sliding from the bed and striding toward the door. It pained him to leave her, especially after such an unexpected intimacy had developed between them, but there was nothing else he could do. He had to get the little pet to drink.
Connor slipped from the doorway, leaving her bound on the bed and bolted the lock from the outside. Within a moment, he’d collected a fresh bottle of water from the kitchen fridge and returned to Molly’s room. She hadn’t moved an inch and the fact made him proud as he approached her again.
“Good girl for staying put,” he complimented her. “Now, slide to the edge of the bed and open up for me.”
Molly blinked at him before her body obeyed. Connor stood in the center of the room and watched as she wriggled her bound limbs to the edge as instructed. She looked absolutely fucking adorable. Once she was in place, she glanced up to him, before slowly parting her lips.
Connor cocked the lid of the sports bottle in his hand, and raised it to her lips, angling the water just above her mouth. “Drink,” he instructed her. “I want it all finished.”
Molly nodded as best she could as her mouth wrapped itself around the plastic, and he watched contentedly as she drained most of the bottle. Pausing for a breath, Molly panted in front of him.
“Finish up,” he warned her, his tone lowering instinctively.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, stirring his cock with her large eyes and compliance, and within a moment, she had done as he ordered, drinking the last of the water in the bottle.
“That’s better,” he cooed, removing the plastic from her mouth. “I need you well, and that means hydrated.”
She nodded once more, flinching as he threw the bottle across the length of the room.
“Now it’s time to get going again,” Connor announced, glancing over his bound captive.
“S-Sir?” she stuttered, trembling ever so slightly as she glanced up at his looming frame.
Connor smiled, loving the power he had over her. “I want you on your belly,” he commanded quietly.
She was shaking visibly as she moved to comply. He could see the questions on her lips as she turned, and a part of him fully expected them to be vocalized, but to her credit, none were forthcoming. That pleased him, more than he cared to admit.
“Arms out in front of you,” he told her. “Stick your bottom out over the edge of the bed, and spread those legs.” He produced a small blade from his pocket, swooping down in front of her, and cutting the ropes which held her ankles together.
He heard her gulp. “P-please, Sir,” she whispered. “Why am I being punished?”
Connor snorted. “My sweet, little pet,” he said as he chuckled. “This isn’t punishment. Whatever would make you think that?”
Molly’s body stilled, and she twisted her head to glance back at him. “I thought you were going to spank me again… Sir.”
He stared down at her, a faint smile growing on his lips. “Not yet, sweet thing,” he responded. “In fact, I have to say you’ve been a pretty good girl since I tamed you earlier. And while I appreciate your good behavior, it won’t dissuade me from my endeavors. You’re still writing our story and you still belong to me. Have you got it?”
Connor heard the emotion catch in Molly’s throat, as she mumbled a suitable reply.
He grinned at her trembling backside. Whatever her real feelings on the subject, Molly was finally getting with the script. She was learning. He backed away from her body slowly, never taking his eyes from her until he reached the chest of drawers. Reaching behind him, he opened the first drawer slowly, before turning to quickly choose the item he wanted. He ran his fingers over the cold plastic as he selected a tube of lubrication. It was time to train that dele
ctable arse.
Chapter Thirty
The wait over the bed felt endless, but in reality, he was back over Molly’s body in a minute. She dared not shift or look back, but she had that ominous feeling again in the pit of her belly, and she reasoned she wouldn’t care for whatever came next. The first thing she was aware of was the feeling of something cold and wet landing over her exposed ass cheeks.
Molly leaped from the bed reflexively. “Ooow!”
A hard smack fell upon her right cheek. “Get back into place,” he ordered in a low and foreboding tone.
She whimpered lightly, but complied, panting as she repositioned herself. “S-Sir?”
“Silence,” Connor ordered. “You will control that mouth, pet, or I will. I thought I already taught this lesson.”
Molly nodded, trying to catch her breath as she felt the cold liquid dribble down between her ass cheeks. It was so undignifying, yet insanely erotic at the same time.
“The last time you wrote for me you had a lesson in gags, and this time, little pet, you get a lesson in plugs.” Connor’s voice trailed away, and as it did, one of his fingers followed the line of lubricant down into her cheeks. Molly tensed, mewling pitifully, and for one long moment Connor seemed to revel in the glory of that sound. “Relax, little pet,” he purred. “This arse is mine, and this is going to help you remember it.”
He pushed the top of his finger into her dark entrance, penetrating her gently.
“Oh,” she gasped, softly.
In her peripheral vision, she saw Connor shake his head, apparently not impressed. Raising his free hand, he landed a hard swat against her rounded cheek, making her screech and sob lightly into the bedding. “Do you need that gag as well as my plug, pet?”
She shook her head furiously, although she did not reply.
“No?” he prompted, smacking her backside again. “No gag?”
“No, Sir,” she whispered, her voice etched with raw emotions.
“Then no more noise,” he growled, “unless I ask you a specific question.”
Connor didn’t wait for her response, instead he withdrew the digit from her bottom and scooped up more lubrication. “You are mine now,” he told her. “That smart little mouth is mine, this hot little body is mine, that big writer’s brain is mine, and this…” He paused, edging the finger back into her tight little hole. There was a small gasp from Molly, but nothing more. “This delicious arse is mine too, pet. Mine to plug, mine to punish, and when we’re ready, mine to fuck.”
Molly inhaled, the sound louder this time. Easing the finger in and out of her, he pressed his weight against her lower legs and began to fuck her with more vigour.
“Tell me, little pet,” he continued. “Have you been fucked in this sweet arse before?”
Molly moaned, but he wasn’t sure if it was agitation or arousal which inspired the response. He waited a moment, adding a second finger to her behind as she writhed.
“Only once, Sir,” she admitted, her tone husky.
A spike of his own need shot through him, and Connor had to steady himself against the edge of the bed as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her tight channel. “Only once?” he repeated, pressing deeper inside her.
A guttural grunt left her lips, and she struggled against the binds at her wrists. The act was futile though, and they both knew it.
“Yes, Sir,” she groaned, dropping her head between her shoulders.
“Not a good experience for you, little pet?” he asked while his digits probed.
All at once Molly tensed, her body nearly pushing him out in the process. Connor waited for the pressure to rescind before he smacked the side of her left cheek again. “Do not push me out,” he warned her. “I promise you that you’ll regret it.”
She whimpered, and he wondered fleetingly what it was about his question that had caused her such alarm.
“Tell me about your anal experience,” he commanded, this time his wording giving her little choice but to respond.
There was silence for a long while, and all the time his fingers delved inside her. They pushed in and out, invading and claiming her near-virgin hole.
“There’s not much to tell, Sir,” she replied at last in a tone which sounded almost indignant. “I tried it, but it wasn’t for me.”
The reply surprised him. Firstly, he didn’t like her tone. For a woman who’d been snatched from the street, drugged, stripped, bound and objectified, there was way too much sass in her voice for his liking. That would have to be dealt with… Secondly, her answer was startling. Molly wrote about anal sex in pretty much all of her books, and she did it with such depth and authenticity. Connor had always assumed that she’d be something of a connoisseur on the subject, but now, faced with the reality, he had found the opposite was true. She was practically an anal virgin.
“That’s a shame, pet,” he pondered aloud, shifting his rock-hard shaft in his pants as his fingers drove into her tight little bottom again. “Because you’re going to be taking it in the arse from me whenever I demand it.”
There was another gasp from his little pet and for one excruciating second, her muscles clamped down on his digits in panic.
“Relax!” he ordered her. “Breathe, pet.”
It seemed to take all of her will power, but eventually Molly obeyed, pulling in a deep breath and forcing her muscles to release his fingers.
“Don’t worry,” he cooed, fingering her pussy idly with his free hand and drawing the additional lubrication north to her arse. “We’ll start with small plugs, and build you up to my cock, but you will take it, pet.”
There was no reply forthcoming, save for the moans and whimpers which escaped her mouth, so he glanced back to the butt plug which he’d deposited on the bed beside them.
No time like the present…
Connor withdrew his fingers, smacking her delicious arse for good measure as he reached for the lube again. He’d need a lot of it to ensure a smooth entry for Molly’s newest toy.
“It’s time, pet,” he announced, watching the quiver in her arms at his edict. “I want you to relax and not try to resist me, have you got that?”
A small sob leaked from Molly’s pretty little mouth. “Pl-please don’t,” she begged, the resonance sending his cock in an uncontrollable throb.
“Wrong answer,” he replied, swatting her behind hard. “I asked if you understood?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she cried, pushing her face into the bedding to mute her apparent misery about his decision.
Connor smiled. He just couldn’t help himself. This was going to be so much better than he could have ever hoped. An anal novice prepared to humiliate herself for him were assets he’d barely even dared to consider. He smothered the smooth head of the plug with lubrication before shifting in between her legs. “Let’s start with what you already know,” he mused as he guided it into her wet seam.
Molly gasped as it entered her pussy, but she didn’t resist. Instead she moaned again, and the sound spoke directly to his hungry cock. He had no idea why he was being so kind to the woman. He should just have shoved the thing in her arse, and been done with it. This was it, her new reality. A world where he made the rules and she obeyed, and Molly would just have to get used to it, but there was just something about her that made his heart melt a little. And that part of him hadn’t wanted to really hurt her or cause her any permanent harm, so he’d diverted to her sex at the last minute to warm her up. He inhaled, breathing in the exquisite scent of her arousal as he pulled the plug out, before sliding it back in again. What was it about this woman that pulled upon his heart strings? He shook his head at his own question, smiling harder at her animalistic responses to the plug. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t change her fate. All he was doing was stalling – playing for time – and as though he wanted to prove the point, he withdrew the plastic between his fingers altogether and slid it up to her waiting hole.
Connor nudged the plastic at the well-lu
bed hole and waited, hearing the panic in her voice as she moaned. “Spread those legs wider,” he ordered her in a gravelly tone, “and push that arse high in the air.”
She was sobbing outright now, but she did as he asked, moving her body to comply with his demands while she balanced on her elbows. He could sense there was still fight in his captive, but for the time being, all she demonstrated was resignation, as though she realized her arse was his now, and there was nothing she could do about it. He wondered fleetingly if the prospect made her as horny as it did him.
“I want deep breaths,” he told her. “Nice long deep ones as the plug enters you. Show me.”
Molly struggled, pulling in large shaky breaths as best she could in her current emotional state, and he patted her bottom approvingly.
“Good,” he encouraged as he slid the first inch inside her. “Keep going.”
There was tension in her hips and thighs as the plug invaded her body, but somehow his little pet managed to keep going, pulling in the air as best she could. As he reached the roundest part of the dildo though, she began to panic, and her breathing became shallow as her muscles clenched the foreign body. “It won’t fit,” she squealed, the desperation she felt evident in her tone. “Please Sir, it won’t go any further.”
Connor would have laughed at her pathetic little plea, had he not been so irritated with her. “Rubbish!” he barked, striking the vulnerable thigh nearest his palm. “It will fit just fine if you relax, now breathe.”
The top half of Molly collapsed fully onto the bed, but Connor noticed her behind relax as instructed. He pressed forward with each new breath, watching as the five inches of plug disappeared snugly into the little pet’s arse. In the end, there was only the base of the plug visible between her pert cheeks, a view which made him want to cram her wet pussy full of his cock without any further hesitation.
“All done,” he said proudly, sitting back to admire the look of his butt-plugged little pet. One thing was for sure, he couldn’t wait until she’d be ready to take one with a tail attached. Then she’d truly be his little leashed pet. “Now let me make this really clear, pet. That plug stays in until either I remove it, or I give you permission to do so. Have you got that?”
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