He saw her gulp at that, and he hoped the reality of his words settled over her. For a moment there was silence, apart from her ragged breathing.
“Do you understand?” he asked, his tone low.
Molly nodded. “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
That was good enough for Connor for the time being, and he backed away, returning to his place on the bed. “Get up here then,” he ordered, beckoning to her with the index finger of this right hand. “I need to spank you now.”
She rose on shaky legs, her chains all rattling at the same time as she stood before him. Connor’s eyes scanned over her gorgeous body, the metal at her wrists and the chain hanging between them. Fuck, she was fabulous, and she was all his.
“Over my lap,” he commanded, patting his legs as though she wouldn’t know where he meant.
Molly approached him with caution. Her gaze clocked his cock, and she gasped as she took in the extent of his arousal, instinctively coming to a halt.
“Remember what I told you,” he said again, as calmly as he could muster. “I am not going to force myself on you. This is a punishment. Nothing more.”
He hoped his words would reassure her, and was pleased when she inched closer to his naked body, though he could still sense the tension radiating from her. Connor could understand her trepidation of course. He’d taken her by force, and he knew that. She wasn’t here by choice. But he meant what he said about not really harming her. He was no rapist. Naturally, he would love to fuck Molly, that went without saying, but he could wait and bide his time. He’d keep her, make her write their story, and train the pet, and then, when she was ready – when she was absolutely begging him for sex – that’s when he’d claim her. The thought made his smile widen.
By now Molly had reached the edge of the bed, so he gestured for her to take her place over his thighs. Her body moved forward, but she hesitated again, so he took her left hand and hauled her into position. There was a small yelp as her body landed over him, but Molly offered no resistance. The warmth of her belly roused him, and his hands moved over her nudity at once. He may have no intention of taking her by force, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy this opportunity. The skin to skin contact was scintillating, and his left hand trailed up her naked body, exerting just enough force to keep her in place, while his right one came to rest over the orbs of her perfect arse.
“This spanking is designed to teach you an important lesson, pet,” he told her, slapping both cheeks playfully. His voice was soft and tantalizing, much like the look of her body splayed over his lap, and he relished the soft gasp which escaped her mouth at the first swat. “Be a good girl and take what’s coming to you.”
Glancing left toward her face, he saw her pull in a shaky breath, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t fight either though, so Connor took that as her acquiescence to his demands, and concentrated on the task in hand. And what a task it was.
His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike reverberated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank, he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as best he could as the impact vibrated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.
“Why are you being spanked, pet?” he growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.
She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.
Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity toward the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.
“More specifically,” he demanded, “tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”
Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to color wonderfully.
“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.
Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted. “That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.
“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.
“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again. By now her voice sounded hoarse, and the timbre caught Connor’s attention. He turned to see the exposed cheek of her face burning red, and he wondered if it was the pain or the embarrassment which caused her the greatest injury. The thought intrigued him.
Connor continued to spank her. Swat after swat landed against her reddening skin as his large palm connected over and over. All the while his gaze darted between her punished behind, and her face. She was exquisite, and all the more so as her previously calm exterior began to crumble. He watched excitedly as she grimaced, absorbing the blows, first in silence, and then as the pain built, with small, guttural whimpers.
Then came the begging; one of his favorite parts.
“Please, Sir,” she mewled, her voice desperate. As she whimpered, her hips shifted over him as though her bottom was trying to dodge his palm. Connor chuckled at the sight, applying just a little more pressure to her back.
“Keep still,” he ordered, though his tone was more amused than angry.
He glanced over at the expression of the squirming woman, watching her wince as each new spank landed.
“I can’t,” she breathed. “Please. I’m sorry, I’ll drink everything from the bowl from now on, just please stop!”
Connor smiled. Now he was getting somewhere. “Yes, you will, pet,” he agreed, sending his palm down to meet her exposed cheeks again. “But this spanking doesn’t end until I say so.”
Molly sniffed, blinking away fresh tears as she absorbed the hurt. She didn’t press the point anymore, but he saw her small fists ball into his bedding as the onslaught continued, and he knew the pain was growing in intensity.
“Tell me what you are,” he commanded, his voice loud and aggressive, all of a sudden.
Molly flinched, inhaling as Connor’s palm rained down on her bottom. She blinked up at him, a single tear making tracks along her petite nose, and down to the bed. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Yes, you do,” he growled, swatting her backside. As he lifted his palm again, he swept his hand between her thighs, making contact with her sex. Just the slightest touch made him hard. His pet was absolutely soaking wet, her seam dripping with her very obvious desire.
“What are you?” he demanded again. “Why are you kept leashed and why do yo
u drink from a bowl?”
Molly gulped, her face blanching as his meaning became clearer. Connor’s hand had stopped spanking her since its contact with her wet seam, and as he waited for her reply, his digits were tantalizingly close to her pussy. His gaze never left her though, and all the while, his stare penetrated her face as he pushed her to admit her new-found status.
“I’m your pet, Sir,” she mumbled at length, and as she admitted the words out loud, her voice broke with her humiliation.
“Tell me again,” he insisted, and this time he allowed just one finger to brush against her labia.
She gasped, but her body shuddered, and her hips began to move again, as though they were acting on some type of reflex. “I’m your pet, Sir,” she conceded, her voice louder this time.
Connor rewarded her with one finger, which he slipped effortlessly into her tight channel. Molly moaned gratefully in response, her eyes still blinking away tears as she made eye contact with her captor.
“Do you understand who’s in charge now?” he questioned her, pressing his advantage.
Her head nodded against the bedding beside him as a second digit joined his first inside her pussy. “Yes, yes, Sir,” she gasped as he began to ease out, and then back inside her. Her cheeks had a blazing red hue by now, and he knew the spanking must have hurt, but unbelievably, his pet was wetter than ever. It seemed to Connor that she was caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
“Who?” he growled, fingering her slowly as he assessed her responses.
She panted as she replied, her legs splayed naturally to accommodate his intrusion. “You, Sir,” she whispered. “You are in charge.”
Chapter Forty
The admission was like a revelation to Molly, which was ridiculous given all of her recent experiences. It should have been obvious who was in charge; after all, Connor had never left her in any doubt. From the moment he’d taken her, she’d been controlled, commanded and coerced. Connor had been able to degrade her in ways she’d only imagined about before, or more precisely, wrote about before, but now it was a reality, and everything was different.
Being made to admit that this man, who had so clearly studied her, maybe even stalked her, and then snatched her, was actually now in charge of her, made her crazy. Molly’s body was tormented with pent up energy. She was riled and mad with him for doing this to her when he had no right. The sense of injustice about her predicament was growing, creating a knot of emotion in her belly that never seemed to subside. At the same time, the way he denigrated her was doing the most amazing things to her body. It was like every deliciously debauched fantasy Molly had ever concocted for her stories, but better – and worse – because this was really happening, and she had no choice but to play Connor’s games.
The air shifted perceptibly after she conceded the point to him, and she felt Connor tug at the leash attached to her collar gently. All the time his fingers continued to fuck her gently, slowly and relentlessly, driving her into an absolute frenzy.
“Good pet,” he purred. “I know it won’t have been easy to admit that out loud, but you did it, and you’ve pleased me.”
She mewled, caught up in the pleasure his fingers were producing, but also reticent to concede anything further to him. What little dignity she had left, she was suddenly desperate to hang onto. A heartbeat later, his digits withdrew from her sex in a flash and he landed another firm swat to her now tender bottom.
“Oww!” she cried, twisting over his lap as she tried to wriggle free of the strong arm which held her in place.
“I just complimented you, pet,” he told her sternly. “And I expect a response, unless, of course, you’d like me to take that pretty mouth out of action altogether?”
Molly squirmed, her mind flitting back to the odious plastic gag he’d made her wear before. “No, Sir,” she gasped. “No, and thank you, I…”
She was cut short by his palm as it struck her again, but this time the swat caught her upturned sex, the impact resonating straight to her clit. Molly groaned, the pain now shifting into something else, something lighter, something sexier. She hung her head, despite the pressure at her collar, shamefully aroused and yet hopelessly yearning for more. If she had to endure all of this, the indignity, the painful punishments, then let there be some relief at the end of it. It was the least that Molly deserved.
As though he had read her mind, the hand at her sex paused, cupping her mound and caressing her throbbing little clit. Molly jerked at the stimulation, but her head flooded with fresh arousal, and she could feel the moisture pooling between her thighs. Connor had her right where he wanted her, and despite her irritation on the subject, she was too horny to care. She just wanted the pleasure, to chase her orgasm down if he’d allow it, whatever the cost to her self-respect.
“What’s this?” he asked, wryly. “Is my naughty little pet horny after her punishment?”
Molly whimpered in response, her hips grinding over his naked thighs. He smacked her burning behind again, a swat which was no doubt designed to make her respond, but all the hurt did now was push her into a greater hedonism.
“You. Will. Answer. Me!” he snapped, accentuating each new word with a swat to her bottom.
She no longer jerked away from his hand. Now she was so turned on that she found herself splaying her legs, begging him silently for more of the same.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her tone heavy with lust. She knew she should feel embarrassed at the admission, and perhaps on some level she did, but at this point, the humiliation of admitting such a thing only made her hotter and wetter.
Molly’s words were rewarded with his fingers, which slid back past her swollen labia, and glided inside of her. She moaned appreciatively, rocking her hips as best she could as Connor began to finger-fuck her again.
“Look at you,” he purred, practically cooing over her gyrating body. “So aroused at your punishment, and all mine.”
Molly pulled at the chains which held her wrists in place, reveling in her utter degradation at his hands. Her eyelids fell closed as his fingers edged her toward ecstasy. She was close, so damn close, that just a couple of direct swats to her clit would be enough to send her spiraling out of control. As the realization hit her, Molly’s lips parted of their own accord, her body braced for the impending pleasure.
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. It was all she could manage as she chased her orgasm, her body acting independently by now, as if she had no control over it whatsoever.
She heard his dark chuckle fill the air above her head, the ominous sound only fueling her desire.
“So wet and wanton,” he murmured. “You’re even better than I’d imagined!” As he spoke, his fingers began to slow, before they eased gently from her sodden pussy.
“No!” She groaned, the sense of frustration as her stimulation ceased was enormous, and she ground herself against his leg helplessly, desperate to find just enough friction to take her to the brink.
This time he laughed out loud. “Just look at you, pet,” he chortled. “So fucking desperate!”
Molly screeched with irritation, annoyed beyond reason that he sought to deliberately build her up like this, just to disappoint her. Who does that? It was worse than being kept and chained, it was just freaking cruel.
“Enough!” he barked, smacking her writhing behind with three hard swats. “Unless you want me to turn this backside black and blue, you will hold your tongue and keep still.”
She heard his words, and understood their gravity, so she willed her body to be calm, but all the while there was the unbearable, burning need that he’d inspired. There would be no relief, she knew that now, and as the reality washed over her, a low sob caught in her throat.
“Clearly, I have overindulged you,” Connor mused as his hand explored the tender skin of her bottom. “This was a punishment, pet. I made that clear right from the start, and that does not mean you’re entitled to pleasure afterwards.”
Hot tears pricked her eyes as
she listened to him, but still she couldn’t make sense of what he said. Why play with her? Why stimulate her at all, if he had no intention of satisfying her? The guy really was a sadist if he thought this was fun. As she blinked the fresh tears away, she saw him gazing down at her, his expression lit with an ugly smirk.
“Up now,” he commanded, shifting his hand to tug at the chain attached to her collar.
She drew her trembling body back across his lap, eyeing his erection as she passed it. For one crazy moment she considered taking the thing in her mouth, and she wondered what he’d do if she acted so boldly. Surely, he’d permit such an act, especially one designed to give him pleasure? Her gaze lingered on the veiny, swollen crown of his shaft as she considered the idea. It was clear just how aroused Connor was, and her eyes fell shut as she imagined how good it would feel inside her wet pussy.
“Get back into bed.”
The sound of the order drew her eyes open again, and she caught the wry amusement which painted his face. Shit. He’d obviously seen her gawping at his cock, and had drawn his own conclusions about what she was thinking.
“Now, pet,” he prompted her, pointing to the large dog bed behind her.
Swallowing hard, she turned and shuffled back in the direction of the fur-lined bed.
“Not like that,” he snapped, the urgency in his voice making her jump. “How does a pet walk? Certainly not on its hind legs!”
Molly felt the color drain from her face as she dropped slowly to her hands and knees. It seemed there was to be no end to her ignominy, and she crawled the short distance back to the dog bed, painfully aware of how her punished ass and wet seam would be on display for her captor.
“Settle down, now,” he warned her, as he reached over to switch off the bedside light. “There’ll be plenty to keep you occupied in the coming days.”
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