“Is my pet restless?” The sound of Connor’s voice pierced the black air around her.
Molly gulped, her heart racing out of control. Shit, she thought wildly. The last thing she’d intended to do was wake her abductor.
“Pet?”
There was movement from the mattress above her, and all at once something tugged hard on the chain connecting her to his bed. Molly lurched forward abruptly, just managing to get her hands out in front of her face to break her fall.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped, panic wafting over her in waves as she scrambled to her hands and knees in the pitch black.
A moment of silence followed, before a small clicking sound indicated his intention to light the area. All at once, the soft yellow light of his bedside lamp illuminated the area, and Molly peered up at him. She knew her eyes were wide and her breathing was frantic, but there was little she could do to calm herself. The fact this man could just yank her from her so-called bed was terrifying, reminding her more than efficiently just how vulnerable she really was.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” he murmured, blinking at her from his bed. As he spoke he sat up, revealing his strong shoulders and honed abs to her startled eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled again. “I couldn’t sleep.”
It sounded pathetic, and she hoped to God that he wouldn’t be angry, but Molly didn’t know what else to say. How were you supposed to sleep when you were chained up like an animal?
Connor’s body tensed, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the woman by the side of his bed. “You’ll find I’m rather irritable when I don’t get my beauty sleep,” he told her, his tone low as he gave the thinly-veiled warning.
Molly swallowed hard, her heartbeat now so loud to her ears, that it threatened to drown out practically every other sound. “I’ll be quiet,” she replied in a rush of fear and adrenaline. “I promise.”
He tilted his head at her, apparently trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not. “Do you need something to make you sleep?” he asked, dryly.
She shook her head, furiously. “No, thank you, Sir,” she answered him, retreating back into the relative sanctuary of her bed.
Connor watched the chain extend as she shifted back into the pet bed, and then his gaze returned to Molly. “Well, we’re both awake now,” he muttered, rising from his bed with a stretch. Stepping over the chain he rounded her small frame and stood, towering beside her.
“Hot milk?” he said, his tone softer. “Or maybe even hot chocolate if you swear to be a good girl and drink it all?”
Molly blinked up at him, her eyes devouring the look of his powerful thighs, and pausing over his semi-erect cock. Evidently Connor had fallen asleep without his boxers, and his manhood was now springing to life before her very eyes. The sight of him made her breathless for quite different reasons. Yes, he was still her abductor and he was dangerous, but Connor was much more than that. He was fit, strong and incredibly attractive, and now he was offering her hot chocolate? What the actual fuck?
“Pet?”
His voice brought her eyes up to where his amused face was waiting for her. Shit, she thought again, her face flaming. He’d clocked her staring at his cock like some sex-starved woman. What the hell would he think now? Her mind raced back to his words last night, and the smug way he’d assured her that she’d beg for his attention before he’d ever have to force himself on her. Molly has been astounded by the revelation, riled and sickened by his arrogant tone, and yet, look at her. Just a few hours later and she was eyeing his erection eagerly, like a little girl who wants a lollipop.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded, flushed and embarrassed at the latest turn of events.
“Would you like a hot chocolate?”
She stared up at him, this time intentionally keeping her focus on his face. Was he serious? He was really going to make her a hot chocolate? It sounded absurd in the circumstance. The sound of her growling belly made up her mind for her though. She was hungry, and probably thirsty too, and the promise of something hot also sounded good.
“Yes, please,” she replied, cringing at the desperation in her tone as she answered him.
He smiled. “Ask me nicely.”
The order was softly delivered, but his tone was taunting.
Molly twisted in the pet bed again. Ask him nicely? What the hell did he expect? She’d already said please. She blinked up at his tall, strong body at his expectant, green eyes. Evidently whatever Connor expected, he wanted it now. Sighing deeply, she lowered her gaze as she replied. “Please may I have a hot chocolate, Sir?”
“Look at me,” came the response, and his voice was so brusque that Molly jumped out of instinct.
“Better,” Connor nodded. “Since you asked me so nicely, pet, then you may have a hot chocolate. Now stay put while I make it.”
He patted her head as he gave the final instruction, and Molly couldn’t help but think of a dog being trained to obey her master’s commands. Heat rose between her legs at the shameful comparison, and she caught the smirk on his defined lips as he paced away from her toward the bedroom door.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Connor prepared the drinks in record time, ensuring he bolted the outside of the bedroom as he left. Excited adrenaline coursed through his veins as he exited the kitchen with the small tray in his hands. Taking the weight in one large hand, he drew back the bolt, and entered his bedroom to find Molly chained and exactly where he’d left her.
“Good pet,” he cooed as he placed the tray down on his dresser, reinstating the bolt on this side of the door. “You did as you were told.”
He watched cheerfully as a fresh blush filled her face, and then watched her sweet expression shift into something resembling horror as he lifted the bowl and carried it toward her. “Here we are,” he cooed, placing the metal bowl down on the carpet next to the soft dog bed. “Your hot chocolate.”
Molly’s face blanched immediately, her expressive eyes flitting from him to the bowl as she tried to make sense of it all. Apparently, she had forgotten how pets take their drinks, and Connor couldn’t suppress his smile as he curled up into his warm bed with a steaming mug of chocolate.
“What do you say?” he prompted her gruffly, once he was comfortable against his pillows.
Her head turned in his direction slowly, the leash attached to her collar rattling as she eyed the white mug between his large palms. Her eyes were questioning, as though the answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t quite remember it.
“Pet,” he said, pressing the point in an intentionally curt tone. “I asked you a question.”
Molly shuddered a little, and he watched the bounce in her perfect tits. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped. “And thank you.”
He smiled, or maybe it was more a sneer, he couldn’t tell. “Better,” he replied. “And you’re welcome. Now, remember you swore to be a good girl, and drink it all up.”
He was definitely smirking now, so he raised the mug to his lips to hide the expression from her. Molly nodded her head, before shifting her weight slightly to address the bowl of hot chocolate. Connor had placed it at the ideal angle for his viewing pleasure. She had to turn sideways to him on all fours to even approach the bowl, and he watched gleefully as her head lowered toward the steaming liquid.
Christ, she looked fucking amazing, her breasts full as they hung below her toned body, her face burning with embarrassment. And all the while she remained leashed to his bed – his bed! Connor closed his eyes at the sight, wanting to capture the memory in his mind for all time.
Molly’s face neared the liquid chocolate, and he tilted his head to check her reactions. She looked predictably mortified at what she was about to do, yet he sensed her urge to consume the drink was driving her on, overriding her better judgment on the subject, and then, of course, there would be the throbbing between her legs. If he had learned anything from the last day with his pet, then it was how much she relished her own denigrat
ion, though, of course, she would never admit such a thing.
He sipped at his drink, watching her hesitation with interest. “Go on, pet,” he urged. “Get your tongue in. Lap at it!”
She froze, seemingly paralyzed by his attention. Connor shifted on the bed, allowing a dark chuckle to escape his lips.
“I mean it,” he warned her. “Don’t make me get out of this bed again, or else you’ll have a very sore bottom, and you’ll still be finishing that bowl, only the chocolate will be cold.”
A low gasp came from her cowering body, and she twisted her face to meet his gaze. “Sir,” she whimpered. “Don’t make me do this.”
Connor’s erection throbbed urgently at the sound of her plea, but he kept his eyes on his embarrassed little pet as he answered. “Oh, but I am going to,” he told her with a wide smile. “Either you lap at your bowl now like a good girl, or I’ll tan that gorgeous backside for you, and then you’ll lap from it. But lap from it you will, my little pet, and you had better believe it.”
She believed him alright, but Molly was frozen as wave upon wave of emotional responses crashed over her. Indignation rose from within her, followed by an unbearable, burning arousal, which radiated from between her legs. It was too much – all of it. She grimaced at the metal object as the scent of delicious chocolate wafted past her nose. It smelt so damn good, just the aroma made her stomach growl hungrily, but still she couldn’t convince her mouth to lower into the warm liquid. Memories of how she’d eaten chicken from the same bowl only yesterday filled her mind, and she willed them away. She’d have to do this – she knew that now – but somehow the realization made the ordeal no easier to manage.
“Last chance,” he growled from over her right shoulder. “Get in that bowl or I’m hauling you over my lap.”
That made her move, and somehow, she forced herself down toward the liquid. She pushed her tongue out tentatively, testing the temperature of the liquid. It was no longer hot, but the chocolate warmed her tongue nicely, and it tasted wonderful. Emboldened by the sweet taste, and the knowledge of how much she knew she was going to enjoy it, Molly tried again. This time she pushed her tongue into the liquid, doing her best to ladle it into her mouth. She failed miserably of course, and most of the hot chocolate slipped from her mouth before she could swallow it. Molly sniffed sharply, frustration spiking as she tried again. As before, she plunged her tongue into the warm liquid, trying to scoop some of the contents of the bowl into her mouth. And as before, she lost the majority of the liquid before her tongue could retreat back into her mouth.
Her efforts were met by Connor’s hearty laughter, and she stilled, beyond mortified at his response. Shooting a glare in his direction, she met his grinning gaze.
“Look at the state of you!” he chortled, assessing her face as she lifted it from the bowl. “You’re covered in it. Get back over that bowl, I don’t want chocolate all over my carpet.”
Molly leaned forward as instructed. She could feel the chocolate dripping from her mouth and chin, and she forced her eyes closed as she imagined how utterly ridiculous she must look. Naked, chained and now covered in the liquid she was forced to drink from the dog bowl, it was simply too much to process.
“You’d better get on with it,” he told her, taking another long swig from his mug. “It will be cold soon, and fun though this is, we both need more sleep.”
She forced her eyes open again, wanting so badly to tell him to go and fuck himself, but knowing what sort of trouble that would land her in. Steeling what little dignity she had left, she began to lap at the liquid once more.
It was a long and messy affair, and her tongue was aching by the time she neared the bottom of the bowl. Molly tried not to stop, or to think. She only pressed on, cleaning the bowl as best she could, only she had a bad feeling that some of the contents may well have found their way over Connor’s precious carpet, as well as in her loose strands of hair. All the while, she knew he was watching. She could actually feel the weight of his stare against her bare skin as she leaned over the bowl. At times she heard his chuckle again. The sick fuck was enjoying this, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it.
When she finally lifted her nose from the bowl, she realized something even worse. The shameful display had made her wet again, her need burgeoning more than ever. If Connor was sick for enjoying this, then what did that make her?
He placed the mug down on his bedside and twisted his body to look at her properly. “Head up,” he ordered, and slowly she obeyed, lifting her neck and allowing him to see the state of her face.
Connor burst into laughter at the sight of her, and as if her humiliation wasn’t great enough, he angled the head of his bedside lamp so that it shone in her direction. By now her nose and mouth were both smothered in the sweet liquid, and she could only imagine what she must look like.
“Just look at that,” he chortled gleefully, and to her horror, Connor actually grabbed his cell phone and snapped a quick shot of her on her hands and knees on his floor.
Molly’s head bowed in shame. She hated being messy, but worse than that, worse than all of this denigration, was how her own body responded to it. She was hot, and wet and hungry for attention. His attention.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he grinned as he put his phone away, and grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the bedside table.
Crouching before Molly, he wiped the chocolate from her mouth and chin. It was incredibly objectifying, as though she had been reduced to this thing he could chain and clean. Her mind reeled, and as she knelt there, she couldn’t even decide how she even felt anymore. The truth was Molly had always fantasized about being objectified; where she could be diminished to something less than herself and revel in the submission of the act. Connor however, probably did understand that much about her. He had already admitted to reading all of her books, so he’d have a better idea than most about what she fantasized about late in the evening. Their eyes met briefly, and he smiled knowingly.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
He threw her a devastating smile, and as their eyes locked, he could sense the hot, torrid arousal tightening in her. Connor sympathized. He had his own lust and desire to manage, and at this moment, nothing would have given him greater pleasure than to have scratched both of their itches. Nothing except what he already had in mind…
Connor’s eyes glanced down at the bowl, taking in her effort, and then what remained of the chocolate stains dotted around the bowl. She’d done pretty well. The majority of the chocolate was gone from the bowl, and despite the mess, he knew she’d done her best. However, he was in the mood to play, and her best would not be good enough.
“How was that, pet?” he asked her. “Did you enjoy your hot chocolate?”
Molly’s eyes widened, and she glared at him, indignation obviously rising in her.
“Pet,” he warned her in a low tone. “Don’t look at me that way. I asked you a question, which I would like answered.”
She swallowed again, her face softening. “Thank you for the chocolate, Sir,” she whispered, although Connor could tell there was no sincerity in her tone.
“Hmmm,” he responded, intentionally holding her gaze before his eyes returned to the near-empty bowl. “You did a good job, pet, but there is some chocolate left in that bowl.”
Molly’s eyes immediately flew to the metal bowl, her breath becoming erratic as she clocked the small quantity of liquid still swilling in the bottom of it. “I…” She hesitated, eyeing him nervously. “I did my best, Sir.”
Connor smiled. “I’m sure you did,” he cooed, dropping to one knee before Molly. “But you still didn’t drink it all up like I asked you to.”
There was silence as his words resounded, but he could tell that she understood the implication from her body language. He watched as her nipples hardened, and her breath began to come out in small pants.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, apologizing yet again, but this time her tone was raspy, her
lust evident as she spoke, or maybe it was her trepidation? Connor couldn’t be sure.
He watched her, a small smile spreading across his face. “I know you are,” he drawled, “but sorry isn’t good enough. I asked you to drink all of the chocolate, and you failed in that challenge. That means, despite your very best efforts, you need to be punished.” Connor didn’t even try to hide the happiness in his voice as he cast his verdict, the look on her face making his cock throb with excitement.
“P-punished?” Her voice was low and sensual, but he could hear the anxiety in it.
“Nothing too dramatic,” he reassured her. “It’s the middle of the night for Christ’s sake, and I’m shattered, but you need to learn obedience, pet. On this point, and on every point.”
“I want to obey,” she replied in a shaky tone. “Please don’t hurt me.”
That look in her eyes moved him. Yes, his cock was pulsating with undeniable need – a fact that Molly was no doubt aware of, given her close proximity – but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sadist in him that her doleful expression called to, it was the man as well. At that moment she needed looking after, and protecting, and he was the lucky bastard who’d get to fulfil both desires. He’d give her the spanking of her life, and then he’d be there to console her.
“Remember what I told you before?” he asked her. His voice had become a soft, sensual purr, and she raised her chin to meet his gaze. “I will hurt you, but I won’t cause you permanent harm. You need to be punished, pet, but then, you already know that don’t you?”
Molly was shaking her head, tears collecting in her eyes as she blinked at him. “But, I…” She hesitated, the urgency evident in her eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Connor gave her an intentionally dark stare before he continued. “You don’t get to decide when you’re punished,” he sneered. “Or whether your behavior is acceptable or not. You are my pet now. You exist to please me, write for me and do as you’re told.”
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