“You can have the privilege of sitting at the table for this,” he told her with a small smile. “Although with that caned bottom, you might not be grateful for the opportunity.”
He pulled the leash at her neck and guided her to the waiting chair, which she stared at warily. “Up you get,” he commanded, his voice taking on that more authoritative edge again.
Molly moved slowly, using the chair to help her climb from the floor. It felt odd using her limbs again. She hadn’t realized how much she’d become accustomed to being on the floor, behaving like an animal, until that moment. She forced her ass down against the smooth wooden seat gingerly. She already knew how much it would hurt, and as her flesh made impact with the hard surface, she wasn’t disappointed. Flinching at the pain, she squeezed her eyes shut as she absorbed it.
“I bet that is sore, pet.” The sound of his voice made her eyes fly open, her hackles rising at his tone. The bastard was practically laughing at her, and she knew she was scowling as she turned her attention to the screen.
In spite of the discomfort in this position, it was a relief to take the pressure from her knees, and she was looking forward to writing. Writing was one human trait she had that he desired badly, and she intended to exploit it. She needed a reason to be Molly again, instead of just his pet.
“May I begin, Master?” she asked, glancing in his direction.
His expression shifted into one of surprise at her conciliatory tone, but he nodded, gesturing for her to get started. Molly shifted forward carefully, wincing as each stroke of the cane smarted at her movement. Raising her chained wrists to the keys, she found her place in the document, and began to type.
Chapter Fifty-Six
She wrote for hours, or maybe it wasn’t that long, but it sure seemed like it. Even Connor lost track of time in the small kitchen as he watched her work. Her expression was lost to the melody of her fingers against the keys, and the words just seemed to flow from her. Molly’s treatment at Connor’s hands was apparently a good source of inspiration. When her hands finally ceased, he saved the work and led her back into his bedroom. He’d considered keeping her in the spare room. That had originally been his plan, but somehow, he couldn’t tolerate being parted from her. If he must leave her somewhere, better it be there, in his personal space.
Connor tucked her into the large pet bed, noticing how she didn’t try to counter him or protest at all. Such was her obvious weariness, that there was barely even a flicker of resentment in those blue eyes when she’d crawled into place, and he watched her snuggle down against the soft fur with pride. Molly was changing, he was sure of it. The self-contained woman he’d taken and spanked within a few hours of consciousness was barely recognizable to the one curled up in the pet bed beside him. She had almost seemed eager to reach its confines this time, as though she viewed it as a relative sanctuary, and as he glanced down at her, he noticed she’d already dozed into an exhausted slumber.
He watched her sleep for a long time, wondering what it was that filled her dreams. In her subconscious of course, she was still free. He could neither chain nor paddle her dreams, and the thought grated against him. He wanted to be part of those, too. He wanted to reach into them and claim them for himself, and as he sat there idly, he hoped he was punctuating them somehow.
The day passed, and he let her rest. She seemed to need it, and he took the opportunity to catch up with the story she’d been writing – their story. There was no doubt she was an amazing word-smith, her narrative style easy to follow, yet building pace beautifully as she went. More than that though, reliving their encounters through the tale made him hard all over again, and as he neared the end of what she had typed so far, his gaze fell to his sleeping pet, willing her to wake up. He needed her, and if she wasn’t ready for his cock yet, then he’d use her to amuse himself until she was.
By the time she finally opened her eyes, he felt like cheering. Shifting from the bed above her, he plugged the laptop into the socket at his dresser and came to loom over the pet bed.
“Do you feel better now you’ve slept?” His tone was genuinely curious, and she blinked up at him, her eyes wide as though she’d somehow forgotten her predicament.
Molly swallowed before she answered, her voice wavering, although he couldn’t be sure which emotion produced the quiver. “Yes, thank you… Master.”
Connor smiled down at her. “Good,” he replied with a nod of his head. “So, is my pet ready to play?”
“Pl-play, Master?” she repeated, straightening up in the pet bed.
As she moved, she obviously nudged the edge of her punished behind, and the motion elicited another loud wince from her lips.
“Yes, play,” he told her, moving behind her to untie the leash from his bed post. “So far today you’ve been washed, exercised, fed and put to work, not forgetting punished for your earlier transgressions. Now I think it’s time for something a little more fun.” He paused at the word, shifting his position so he could gauge her response.
She eyed him wildly, and as his gaze drew south, he noticed how her nipples formed into stiff little peaks at the end of her gorgeous breasts.
“You like to play, don’t you, Molly?”
It was a direct question, and it was also the first time he had used her name for a while. He did so now intentionally, ensuring all of her attention was on him.
“I…” She hesitated, evidently uncertain of his apparent new mood. “I don’t know, Master.”
He chuckled at that, crouching down beside her until they were eye to eye. “Come on now,” he goaded her. “You can be honest with me, pet. There will be no secrets between us, and remember, I’ve read all of your books. I know the hot fantasies that fill your sordid little mind.”
He watched as a blush formed at her neck and rose to spread over her flustered cheeks. He had her on that point, and there was nothing she could say to argue against him.
“What do you want to play?” she asked eventually, her voice barely a whisper, as though she had forced the words out.
Connor’s smile grew. Now, she was talking his language. “I have a game for you, down in the basement.”
Her eyes widened in alarm at his answer. Apparently, the thought of returning to his basement didn’t tantalize her as much as it did him.
“Nothing nasty this time,” he promised. “No punishment, at least not if you’re a good little pet. This time I want to work on pleasure.”
Molly’s lips parted reflexively at his words. “Pleasure?”
“Yes,” he replied, purposely making his tone as taunting as possible. “Pleasure.”
She gulped, her gaze lowering over her body as though she’d forgotten how naked she was.
“Pet,” he said, using just an ounce of authority in his voice. It was enough to get her attention, and she lifted her head to lock eyes with him again. “Do you want your Master to pleasure you?”
She was practically panting now, her blue gaze melting in front of him. It was so obvious to him that the answer was yes. She did want pleasure, and she wanted it badly. She wanted him to deal with the simmering arousal she’d so clearly been battling since he’d first stripped and spanked her. And he was more than ready to give it to her.
“I don’t know what to say, Master,” she replied, flushing harder. “This is all new to me.”
Connor’s fist found her leash and he drew her trembling body slightly toward his crouching frame. “New? Hardly, pet. Everything you have experienced with me; every single thing has come from one of your own plot lines. You’re the genesis of the whole thing. Nothing here is new.”
Molly drew in a shaky breath, her weight shifting back to her hands and knees to accommodate the reduced length of leash. “But those were just stories,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean…” There was a pause as she tried to make sense of her thoughts. “I’ve never actually done anything like this before.”
The chuckle he gave in response sounded warm and he hoped, reassuring. “T
here always has to be a first time, pet,” he whispered into her face. “And don’t try and tell me this isn’t driving you wild. I’ve felt how wet you’ve been, remember? Hell, I can practically smell how horny you are.”
She was panting again now, her shame and arousal evident in her burning gaze. “It’s not my fault,” she whimpered, casting her eyes down to the carpet. “I don’t want to like these things.”
“Look at me,” he commanded, edging ever closer to her. There were now only a few inches between their faces, and as her gaze rose to meet his, she seemed to be mesmerized by him. He wasn’t certain if it was the order he’d given, the timbre of his voice, or just his proximity, but he knew he had every ounce of her focus now. “None of us know why we enjoy what we do. But we do, don’t we?”
She exhaled slowly, gazing at him as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “Yes,” she admitted, quietly. “Yes, we do.”
A wave of triumph shot through him at the concession, as well as fresh shoots of arousal. Fuck, he wanted this woman. He wanted to dominate her and train her into his pet, but it was much more than that. He wanted to possess her.
“Yes, what?” he asked sternly, watching with glee as her eyes enlarged again.
“Y-yes, Master.”
He nodded, but still he didn’t release the pressure at her collar. “So, you admit that you like it, then? You enjoy being degraded and punished?”
He thought she was going to cry again at the question, but she somehow managed to compose herself. “Yes, Master,” she mewled, her exasperation as evident as her arousal.
Clearly, Miss Clary was a very conflicted woman, unable to admit what she really wanted, and what turned her on. Writing stories was one thing, but saying them out loud was apparently quite another. Connor was glad he was the one who could help bring reconciliation to the matter. By the time he was through with her, there would be no doubt about what made his pet wet with excited need.
“Tell me then,” he demanded, tilting his head as if he dared her to defy him. “Tell me what makes your hot little pussy wet.”
If he’d thought she was blushing before, then he’d been wrong. The crimson hue which flamed at her cheeks was so intense he could nearly feel the heat coming from them from where he sat crouching.
“Please,” she whispered, gazing at him with large, imploring eyes. “I can’t say those things aloud.”
He shook his head at her, intentionally making his face look severe. “Do you want to be reintroduced to my cane so soon, pet?” he snapped. “Because, I’m not sure your poor little bottom will survive it.”
“No, please no!” she begged. “Don’t cane me again. I’ll say it.”
He nodded, pausing to allow her a moment. “Go on then,” he provoked. “Your Master is waiting.”
She raised her eyes to look at him again, gauging how serious he was. Deciding that she had better comply, she took a deep breath. “I like being leashed,” she admitted, “and spanked, and made to sleep here.” Her words stopped abruptly, and Connor could tell just how mortifying she was finding the confession. The thought made his cock rigid. Something about objectifying her just drove him crazy.
“Tell me how it makes you feel,” he said, pressing his advantage. “What does it do to your pussy?”
Molly blinked up at him, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “It makes my pussy wet, Master,” she replied, her voice barely audible as she conceded the point. “It makes me want you.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Molly couldn’t believe she’d admitted it out loud, to Connor of all people! She’d had problems reconciling the way she’d been feeling to herself, let alone to him, but now it was done. The words were out there, and the smile which greeted them made her core ache with need. As she gazed up at the man who had taken her, the stark reality hit her right between the eyes. She did want him. She wanted him to make good on all the teasing and the punishment. The shameful orgasms she’d enjoyed since she’d been here were not enough. She needed his cock.
A moment of intense silence passed over them, and in that time his knowing gaze never left her. He was so close that she could feel the heat of his breath against her flaming face, and smell the sweet, minty aroma of his mouth. As his eyes seared her, she began to wonder whether he really could read her mind. She gazed at him, the knot of anticipation twisting inside her.
“I think my pet deserves her pleasure,” he whispered at last, his soft, provocative words breaking the tension between them.
Molly gulped at the statement, nervous butterflies stretching their wings in her belly. God, she hoped he meant what he said. She wanted the pleasure right now almost as much as she desired her freedom, and as she watched him rising to his feet, she wondered how much it would take for that precarious balance to be shifted. How much of his attention would it take for her to want the pleasure more than freedom?
The tug at her leash drew her forward, and she crawled to join his feet which were already moving toward the door.
“First, I am going to shave you, pet and then you shall have your pleasure.”
His voice echoed over her, and she lifted her head to try and catch his eye, but Connor was already out of the room, pulling on her leash. Her mind reeled as his words resonated. Shave her? Is that what he had said? But her thoughts were answered by Connor, who was already guiding her in the direction of the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Once inside, he closed and bolted the door before securing the end of her leash to one of the many hooks in place around the house. She now had little leeway to wander, and watched anxiously as he collected a razor and a can of shaving foam from the nearby sink. Turning, he met her worried expression with a smile.
“Stand up now,” he told her, his voice firm but gentle.
Surprised at the order, it took a moment for her limbs to respond, but slowly she climbed to her feet. Bizarrely, she found she felt even more exposed standing before him than she had kneeling on the floor. Somehow being on her hands and knees had become the norm, and Molly had found a perverse solace in it. On her feet, she was forced to meet his eye, and the reality was excruciating.
“Perch on the edge of the tub,” he commanded softly. “There should be just enough leash.”
She bit her lip, but complied, finding he was right as she placed her tender backside gingerly against the cold rim of the bath tub. She noticed his smile at her discomfort, but had no time to respond before he fell to his knees before her. Blinking down at him, she heard herself gasp. This was such a shift in dynamic, but rather than reassure her, the act made her even more nervous. He placed the shaving implements on the bath mat beside him, and moved toward her ankles. Fishing a small key from his pocket he released her left ankle from the metal, but his fingers remained in place as he glanced up to her.
“I’m trusting you not to disappoint me, pet,” he told her. “I am going to shave that sweet pussy, and I need your legs wide. That means these chains need to come off for the time being.” He paused, and Molly’s breath caught as his hot gaze seared past her pebbling nipples to her face. “Don’t let me down.”
The last words were a warning, and she nodded at him, unable to articulate a reply.
“Shift forward and open for me,” he instructed. His large hands were already moving between her knees and edging them apart even as he spoke.
Molly did her best to comply, wincing as the lines of fire the cane had inflicted made contact with the hard tub again. She balanced on the balls of her feet, her legs spread wide and her hands gripping either side of the tub beside her. The metal chain attached to her collar was stretched tight, securing her to the wall. She held her breath as Connor inspected her pussy. Sure, he had seen it before, he’d even had his fingers inside her before, but this was different. This was an intense and peculiarly intimate examination of her body, and all in the cold light of day. He edged closer, as though he was somehow being drawn in the direction of her sex. She swallowed as he raised his right hand,
brushing his digits gently over the soft hair which had begun to grow over the last few days.
“Do you usually shave?” he asked her. His voice sounded raspy, and she wondered if he was as turned on as it suggested. Based on the large, dilated pupils which met her stare, she guessed he was. Worse yet, she couldn’t decide how that made her feel. Molly was certain she shouldn’t want him, yet she’d already admitted that she did.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered in response. It felt strange calling him that now that he was the one kneeling in front of her, and yet she was still the only one naked and in chains.
“You’re beautiful,” he cooed as his digits explored her again. “But I want you bare.”
Molly gasped as his fingers grazed over her needy little clit. She felt it throb under his touch, and squeezed her eyes shut tightly at the realization.
“Hold still,” he warned her, “and keep those legs wide apart.”
His touch disappeared, leaving her strangely bereft, and she opened her eyes to see him massaging foam onto his palms. Their gazes met momentarily, his full of authority even though Connor was the one on his knees this time. He shifted closer again, and as those hands made their second approach, Molly drew in a deep breath.
The foam was cold and foreign against her skin, and instinctively a small yelp escaped her lips. Connor’s gaze darted higher, his eyes conveying an unspoken caution, and she pressed her lips together to ensure she obeyed. Satisfied, his attention refocussed on the foam between her legs, and he reached for the razor on the mat next to him. She could barely take a breath as he brought the blade down against her flesh. She’d never allowed anyone to shave her before, let alone down there, and she panted as she watched him work. Connor, it seemed, had an experienced hand at this sort of thing, and as she scrutinized each stroke of the razor, she realized he was not only doing a good job, but there wasn’t a single cut to show for his work. He pressed against her thigh, gently pulling the skin back to accept his blade. The act forced her to tighten her grip on the bath on either side of her, yet bizarrely as she watched him, she could feel her arousal burgeoning once more.
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