“Very good,” he commended, swallowing hard at the sight of her. “You look so fucking amazing, I want to come all over your face right now, but I won’t. I want to enjoy this. I intend to savor it.”
Molly didn’t reply. There was nothing to say. Instead she knelt at his feet, arms held back and mouth wide open as she waited for him. It seemed she had become nothing but a vessel for desire, whether it be his or her own, and all other thoughts were banished.
In a flash, he speared her with his massive cock again, burying himself as far down her throat as he could go. She gagged around him, startled by the sudden depth of his invasion, but she held still, using what strength remained in her thighs to keep her in place as he claimed her mouth. Slowly, he eased back, but he never left her lips again. Rather, he remained in place, enjoying short, insistent thrusts into her mouth based on the throaty groans that came from his lips. Apparently finding his rhythm, Connor widened his stance around her knees, and pushed one hand back into her hair to steady her head as he fucked her face.
She remained impassive, or as still as she could be in the circumstances. The whole time his cock possessed her mouth, all Molly could think about was her own lust. It was consuming, reminding her to keep her arms in position, and persuading her weary legs to hold on. Just a few more minutes, she told them. Only a few more, and then we can have release. By now his shaft felt enormous inside her mouth, and her jaw ached at the strain of being forced open to accommodate him. It didn’t matter though. Connor didn’t seem to care as he chased his orgasm, and unbelievably at this moment, all Molly could think about was how her mouth was now his to use, his to train, his to shoot cum all over. She felt the gush of arousal which rushed from her core at the prospect.
“Fuck,” he cried, between gritted teeth. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
He sounded disappointed by the idea, and the hand in her hair tightened, forcing her head forwards, toward his body. Molly gagged again, straining for breath. As his pleasure loomed, she was pushed closer and closer to the coarse dark hair which grew at the base of his cock, and she eyed it wildly as he used her. Just when she thought she could take no more, Connor withdrew all at once, leaving her breathless and crumpled on the floor below him.
“Up,” he ordered, curtly. “Now! As you were.”
Molly heard the urgency in his voice, and knew he was close. She also knew what that meant. Once he’d been pleasured, it was her turn. She scrambled to obey, making it to her knees and parting her lips just in time. Hot shoots of cum landed over her lips, and she closed her eyes out of instinct as she swallowed the first load.
“Open them,” he commanded in an urgent growl. “I want to see your eyes while I cum over you.”
She could only pant in response, but she complied, watching as he deposited the rest of his climax over her nose and mouth. Like all of the other deeds, she knew this act should be humiliating, and maybe on some level it was. He was marking her as his property, after all. Yet still, the yearning between her legs kept her compliant, burning hotter than she’d ever known it before.
He let out a low, guttural groan as his orgasm shuddered to a conclusion. “Stay,” he told her, waving the finger of his free hand in her face as he continued to stroke his recently satisfied length. “You are too perfect. I need to capture this moment.”
She knelt on wobbly legs and watched as he reached into his pocket for his phone. There was the usual stirring arousal as he smiled down at her through the lens of the camera.
“Open wide like a good pet,” he told her with a chuckle. “Let me see what I just fucked.”
Duly, she obliged, parting her lips one last time and stretching them wide as he took his shot. By now her arms were trembling from their forced and unusual position, and she didn’t know how much longer her thighs were going to be able to stay in place either.
“Fucking beautiful,” he confirmed as he slid his phone back into place, and refastened the clasp of his trousers.
Chapter Forty-Seven
He glanced down at the trembling, panting mess at his feet. His pet was shaking, presumably with tension, and was still covered in the remnants of his orgasm. She was literally, a picture. Connor grinned as he re-seated himself, turning his attention back to the laptop by the side of the chair.
A small whimper escaped her mouth as his eyes flickered to the screen, and the sound made him gleeful. He knew what she wanted, what she needed so badly. Of course, he did. But, he was a cruel and sadistic fuck. He was going to make her work for it.
“What’s that pet?” he asked, sardonically. He arched a brow at her desperate little face, suppressing the urge to rise and fuck that sweet mouth all over again.
“Please, Master,” she mewled.
Her voice sounded tiny to him. Tiny, just like the rest of her. She was so small and vulnerable, and naked and leashed, and… all his.
“What is it?” he probed, reaching forward to tweak first her right and then her left nipple.
She yelped, pushing her tits out to meet his hand. Fuck, she really was desperate. “Please may I come now, Master?”
He could tell how much it pained her to have to ask for permission. Perhaps it was as bad as being kept naked and leashed, or maybe it was worse. Connor had never given much thought to which ignominy would be her least favorite.
“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asked her, ensuring his tone took on a deeper timbre. His query was met with frantic, pleading eyes.
“Yes, please,” she implored him, her arms quivering as she struggled to hold them behind her head.
“Hmmm,” he mused out loud, intentionally taking his time as he perused her answer at a tantalizingly slow pace. “Perhaps you do, pet. You did do a very good job on your knees just now.” He paused, offering her a smile, and he watched happily as a fresh blush rose to her cheeks.
“Th-thank you, Master,” she replied as her gaze dropped to her thighs.
He nodded, relaxing back in his chair and stretching out his long legs beside her. “You may come,” he began in a low, mocking tone, “but only if you do so as you are.”
She tilted her head to one side, throwing him an inquisitive look. “But, I…” she started, “I don’t understand what you mean.”
Connor laughed at her, the sound dark, yet hearty. “It’s simple,” he explained with a smirk. “You’ll get your orgasm, but only as the animal you now are. You can climb onto my legs, mount them and grind that hot little pussy onto your Master’s shin.”
Her eyes widened at his words, and his cock, so recently satiated, stirred at the image he’d painted.
Connor’s grin widened. “Come now,” he told her. “Don’t be shy. We both know you’re desperately horny and in need of release, and I’m offering you some. All you have to do is take it.”
Molly eyed him wildly. She was practically panting again as she agonized over the decision. He chuckled gently at her apparent dilemma, shaking his head as new tears welled in her eyes.
“I can’t,” she protested in a small, throaty voice. She raised her head to meet his gaze briefly, but looked away quickly when she saw his beaming expression.
“Well if you can’t then you can’t,” he agreed with a shrug. “I’m not going to make you, so I guess it means no relief for you, pet.”
He sniggered at the way her face fell, waiting for the expected mewl. It came right on cue, her tiny hands fisting into balls as she contemplated her sorrowful predicament.
“But, please,” she gasped again. “I can’t, I just can’t.”
He eased back further into the comfy confines of the leather around his body. Molly was evidently keen to put on quite a show for him, and he intended to enjoy every moment of it. “You already said,” he replied, curtly, cutting her protest short. “So, have you chosen not to come then. Is that what you want?”
A strangled noise left her throat and her eyes rose to him again, her obvious desperation deepening the blue of her irises. “No,” she counte
red. “I need to come. I can’t carry on like this… Master.”
Connor swallowed. He needed a drink, and if his little pet carried on like this, he’d need another orgasm himself again – soon. “Then you know what to do,” he told her. “You have my permission. Ask me nicely and I’ll lift my legs for you. You can slide your wrist chain underneath me, and then climb on board.” He offered her a sarcastic wink as he concluded, “So? Last chance, pet. Do you want to take it?”
She nodded slowly, her pupils dilating as her own needful lust apparently took command of her body. “Yes, Master,” she replied in barely a whisper. “Please may I?”
Connor’s cock swelled at her question, and he raised his ankles from the ground just enough to allow the chain connecting her wrists to slip underneath. As he lowered his bare feet to the floor, she was already mounting his legs, and he twisted to his side, freeing his phone from his pocket. This was going to be sweet. Too good to miss, and even though there was a camera in the left corner behind him, he’d need another version to enjoy for prosperity.
He watched as she tried to find a comfortable position. Connor had long, strong legs, so she had to splay her knees as wide as the ankle chains would allow to balance over them. Slowly she began to move. He glanced over her shoulder, down her slender back until his eyes fell over the tail lodged in her arse. It was gyrating backwards and forwards with every thrust of her hips. Her face was down against his thighs, and she stubbornly refused to look up and meet his eye. His smile widened even further. That would never do.
“Head up,” he ordered softly. “Let me see my pet grind herself against my leg.”
There was a small gasp from her mouth before her head rose, but when it did, she looked wonderful. Her usual glossy, dark hair was in chaos around her face, her blue eyes watering and the signs of his recent pleasure still drying all over her creamy skin.
“Does that feel good, pet?” he cooed mockingly. “Is that what your needy little clit wants?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, her breath catching as she spoke.
“Then tell me,” he continued, reaching down to taunt her right nipple which was crushed just above his knee. “Tell me what you are, and tell me how you’re going to come?”
Her lips parted, and he watched, mesmerized, as her hips began to pick up the pace, pushing her sex against his shin over and over again. Apparently, his words were helping to get her going. She appeared to be reveling in them.
“I’m your pet, Master,” she panted. “I’m going to come over your leg.”
“Yes,” he agreed, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger hard. “Yes, you are, because that’s how pets deserve to be pleasured, isn’t it? By gyrating over their master’s leg?”
Her face flinched, but she nodded in response. It seemed she was too close to her climax now to even register the humiliation of his words. Or perhaps he was wrong, perhaps it was his words which were pushing her closer? “Yes,” she squealed, grinding over him with the regularity of a wind-up toy. “Yes, Master.”
She sounded hoarse, and she looked desperate, on the verge of tears.
“Good little pet,” he purred, reaching for his phone and flicking on the video camera with his right hand. “Show me. Show me what a good little pet you are. Show me how you grind over your master’s leg. Tell me as you come.”
Her eyes blinked up at him, catching sight of the camera and understanding his meaning. He expected her to pull away or retreat, but to his delight, she didn’t. Evidently, she was close to release, and willing to bear any indignity in order to achieve it.
“I’m your good, little pet,” she grunted. “I’ll be coming over your legs, Master.”
Connor grinned, watching her through the camera on his phone. He had an amazing view, catching her crimson face and those relentless hips as they edged her closer to her desire. The sight of the furry little tail swinging behind her completed Molly’s utter denigration just perfectly.
Chapter Forty-Eight
The orgasm was hard and unyielding. It hit Molly like a tsunami, knocking her for a loop and threatening to drown her entirely. She called out, feeling her body tense and then shudder, before collapsing over his legs entirely. For the longest time she free-fell, spasming like an untamed animal over his body while he sat watching over her. She was vaguely aware of what had transpired; of her surroundings and the weight of the predicament she found herself in, but somehow it didn’t matter. Not at this moment. Nothing mattered anymore, except the sweet liberation she found in the release, and the way her head seemed free, even if her body was not.
At some point she felt his digits in her hair. The sensation roused her, and she lifted her head to acknowledge him. There was no longer a smirk meeting her gaze, but his large, adoring eyes. He smiled down at her, his expression filled with what could best be described as pride, and she ceded the point, lowering her chin against his thigh as her body slumped back down against him.
“Is that better, pet?” he murmured, and she nodded slowly.
“Yes, Master,” she agreed, and however absurd it may have seemed to someone looking in, she meant it. She did feel better. She was satiated physically of course, but more than that, Molly felt like she’d found a peculiar inner peace in her denigration. She had finally lived out a fantasy she’d kept locked away in her heart for decades, and the effect was cathartic. Her mind was still – quieted by the depths she had sunk to – and even though she knew she should despise the man who had forced her to sink so low, she found she couldn’t.
Of course, some small part of her brain understood this wasn’t real. It wasn’t care or even pride she saw in Connor’s eyes, but the look a collector of fine things might portray when they finally found the masterpiece they’d wanted to finish their collection. Connor was no hero. He had taken her and done the most awful things to debase her. She knew that, and she could rationalize it, but the problem was, she’d also loved practically every moment of that time. His fingers fell to her face, stroking away the strands of hair which covered her eyes. Molly found herself sighing as another spasm shuddered through her. Her climax had been one of the most powerful she’d ever experienced.
“I’m glad,” he told her, his voice soothing. “You deserved your reward for pleasuring me so well.” There was a pause as she rested over his legs, her body heavy as the pleasure finally subsided. “But now,” he began again, his tone imperceptibly edgier. “Now, you deserve your punishment.”
Molly’s bubble of contentment shattered in an instant. Punishment. The word made her head ache, and her muscles tense simultaneously. She lifted her head from his leg, her mouth opening to protest, but his left hand shifted like lightning and Connor pressed two finger tips to her parted lips.
“Don’t argue and make it worse,” he advised with a wry smile. “You know what happens to naughty mouths that can’t be quiet, don’t you, pet?”
A new shudder passed down Molly’s back, but this one had nothing to do with pleasure. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her eyes widening in response to his sudden change of tactic.
“Tell me,” he commanded, softly. “What happens to those mouths? What will happen to yours if you cannot control it?”
She gulped, recalling the awful plastic he’d made her endure only yesterday. “It will be gagged,” she replied miserably, although there was the throb between her legs again. Small perhaps, but insistent nonetheless, as she imagined the ignominy of being gagged once more.
“Exactly,” he agreed. “You will be punished for not keeping your form during exercise, and for that I have a special place in mind to take you. Down from me now. We’ll need to relocate.”
The hand at her face brushed her from his lap dismissively, and within a moment she was untangled from his legs. She blushed furiously when she caught sight of the large, wet patch she’d created on his dark trousers, and he laughed as he rose, making his way to the post which had kept her in place for so long.
As he unwound
the leash, he tugged at her collar. “This way,” he instructed, leading her from the room altogether.
Molly followed behind him, on her hands and knees as was becoming her norm. Both her palms and legs ached from their earlier effort, but she didn’t dare to complain. Instead, she did her best to keep up with his long paces, taking in as much as she could about the house as he strode from the hallway to a large reception room. She lifted her neck to gaze at the new surroundings. The room was surprisingly big for the size of the place, and was decorated almost entirely in white. There were high ceilings above her, and a large bay window on one side. As she took it all in, the sound of metal drew her attention back to Connor. He was standing at a door to her right, and she watched as he pulled a small set of keys from his pocket, slowly identifying the one he was looking for. He paused, probably aware she was watching his every move, and then slowly slipped the metal into the lock of the door.
Molly’s belly tightened ominously. Something about this place didn’t seem like good news. Whatever a man like Connor needed to keep behind a locked door would likely be terrible, and her mind began to consider all of the awful possibilities just as the door swung open. There was a threatening creak as the wood drew back toward them, and Connor stepped forward to flick a switch located just inside the new space. She gulped as her eyes took in the dark room which awaited her. It was a complete contrast to the light, airy space of the room she was currently in, and the reality seemed to make the prospect of what was to come even worse.
“Come on,” he insisted, pulling her closer to his heel. “There’s more steps I’m afraid, but since you’re here for punishment, I don’t really approve of you walking.” Connor turned to face her, and she got the feeling he was musing out loud, rather than expecting a reply. She waited patiently on all fours, allowing her gaze to travel down the depths of the staircase which waited just over the precipice of the doorstep.
Taken: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 1) Page 22