“I’ll behave,” she agreed as she watched him work at the ropes from her wrists.
She lay there naked, and completely unshackled for the first time since she’d woken up in this house, and for the first time, she had no desire to flee. Connor swooped, capturing her in his arms and collecting her against his chest. Molly clutched at his neck as he swept her from the floor. Within a moment they were climbing the stairs, leaving the basement altogether, and the next thing she knew, the fading light of the hallway was also left behind. She found herself back in Connor’s bedroom, his long stride cutting the distance between the doorway and the bed in a matter of seconds.
Connor kicked the soft bed which had been her most comfortable refuge, using his right foot to push it away as he flung her gently onto the mattress. The strength of his arms was such that Molly found she had no choice but to obey, and she fell backwards against the soft covers with a small yelp.
“Master?” she gasped, shocked at the dramatic change in events. One moment he had her tied in the basement, pleasuring her in the most scintillating way, and the next he had carried up here, leaving her on his bed no less! After everything that had happened to her recently, the coolness of the sheets against her skin felt like heaven.
Connor loomed over her, his face brooding with sensual intent. “I may be a sick fuck in so many ways, but I did not want our first time together to be in the darkness of the basement.”
He pounced on the bed as he explained himself, kneeling over her splayed and pliant body. She watched as he shrugged out of his open shirt slowly, his gaze spearing her as each inch of his toned torso was revealed. She had rarely seen Connor in a state of undress, and she found herself riveted by his performance, her eyes devouring his toned pectorals and well-defined abdominals. With his shirt now entirely removed, Connor released the clasp on his trousers, easing them down his hips and freeing his enormous cock. He was stunning, his body formidable and strong, yet it was his lusty expression which really captured her. She found herself pinioned to the bed by the weight of his stare, despite the fact she was now free of any bondage at all.
Connor crawled over her until his face hovered only a few inches above her own, and his erection grazed the apex of her thighs. A small whimper escaped Molly’s mouth at the sensation, and greedily, she rocked her hips toward his body. He returned her fervor with his mouth, lowering his lips to her chin and trailing a feathery row of kisses to her neck. His mouth created a line of fire across her flesh, sending electricity straight to her core. She mewled gently as the caresses increased in intensity, desperate for his lips to reach her own. Her eyes flitted closed as his mouth retraced its journey to her jaw, until all of a sudden, the sensations stopped. Molly’s eyes flew open at the loss, finding Connor’s grinning face looming over hers.
“I see my pet enjoys my attention?” he asked, although she was sure her answer was more than clear already.
“Yes, Master,” she swooned, gazing up at his strong jaw and dazzling green eyes.
She was astonished by his rugged beauty, and although she had noticed it before, at this proximity he seemed dizzying.
Connor shifted his weight, seizing her hands which had fallen idly by her face, and drawing them over her head. He held her wrists down gently, his fingers linking between her own digits as he pinioned her to his bed.
“So now, you are completely captured.”
Molly merely nodded in response, for what else was there to say? She’d been captured right from the start, but this was different. Now she felt like she was his.
Chapter Sixty
Although he held her down with enough force to keep her in place, he had no desire to hurt her. Not now, not here and not like this. He understood, this moment was for something other than pain, and his sadistic streak would just have to wait. He wanted her, like he’d never wanted anyone, and now, after all of this time he would get to claim what was his. Without taking his eyes from her, his hand roamed left, searching the small bedside cabinet for the top drawer. Sliding it open, he felt inside for the shiny packaging he needed.
“Is this what you want, pet?” Connor asked her, spearing her with one of his most intense looks as he waved the condom in front of her eyes.
He wasn’t sure why he inquired, having never sought her consent on any other matter, but at this moment, her agreement was crucial. He was a monster in so many ways, but he had always sworn he’d never take her by force. And then, once he’d abducted her, Connor had begun to see how pliant she was to his deviant whims. That was when he’d come to realize the truth, there would be no need for compulsion on his part. Molly would be the one to come to him, desire him, and as it turned out be wet and ready for him, and as he gazed down at her now, he knew he was right to have waited. This was going to be perfect.
Molly’s lips parted in response, but her body was already giving its answer, betraying her propriety as usual. “Yes,” she gasped, sounding unexpectedly emotional at her own verdict. “Yes, Master.”
Connor didn’t wait for her beg. Ripping the foil with his teeth, he rolled the sheath into place with his right hand. It took only a few seconds with his practised technique. Taking a moment to gaze down at her gorgeous face, he drove his cock inside her, parting her hot folds, and spearing her wetness with one, long thrust. Molly gasped at the intrusion, her mouth opening into a silent ‘O’ as though he had gagged her, and she arched her back as best she could beneath him. Staring down at her, he stilled, wanting to stop time and capture this moment in his mind forever. She was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and he wanted to possess her. He simply had to.
Easing from her body, he slipped inside her wet channel again, eliciting a guttural moan from Molly. Fuck, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he absorbed how wet she was for him. Too fucking perfect. He withdrew once more, and slammed hard into her, thrusting into her again, and again, and again. She felt divine, the closest a man like him was ever going to get to heaven. As he pinned her lush body down into his mattress, he allowed his mind to let go for once. He was so used to being in control, and in charge of the situation, but at this moment he knew he was close – too close – to losing control altogether.
Molly gazed up at him, this man who had become her Master. He had been so cruel to her, and sometimes an utter bastard, but this was somebody else, a side to him she had never known. And she liked this side, she liked it a lot. As he fucked her relentlessly, she melted into his sheets, relishing the sting of her ass against the cool covers. Molly loved his attention now, and she wanted all of it. She craved his mastery and wanted to be his, for this was sweeter than being paddled at a post, or penned like a pet. However hot those acts of debauchery had made her, this possession made her feel like a woman, and Christ, she’d missed that so much.
He slid up inside her again, pausing this time as he gazed down at her. She gasped at the delicious fullness, squeezing him tightly in the most intimate way.
“You naughty little, pet,” he purred, “it is time that I claim you properly.”
Connor lowered his face, capturing her lips in an instant. His kiss was demanding, but she relaxed into it, permitting his tongue to probe deeper into her mouth, as his cock began to dominate her pussy again. In this way he possessed her thoroughly, mastering both her mouth and her sex at the same time. As his lips drew away, his face hesitated over her own, his dark expression the very picture of sin itself.
“I want you on all fours,” he told her, breathlessly. “You’re going to get fucked like the animal we both know you are.”
Molly gulped at him, watching as he withdrew from her body and shifted backwards, allowing her enough room to rise as he had ordered. She complied without a word, moving back to her hands and knees as she peered warily back at Connor behind her. Their gazes locked for a moment, his green eyes making her heart race with their lustful intensity.
“Are you ready, pet?” he growled, positioning himself at her smarting behind, and wrapping his
body around her warm skin.
Molly arched her back, tilting her head back to meet his face. “Yes, Master,” she panted, just before he speared her once more. “Oh, fuck yes.”
That seemed to be all the incentive he needed, and with that, Connor began to move. He plundered her with long, powerful thrusts, which transitioned into shorter, firmer lunges into her hungry sex. For her part, Molly was lost to it. She had always loved sex this way, but with him it was so much better. He had already mastered her so entirely, dehumanizing her in the most wonderful, perverse ways, that when he took her from behind, she really relished it. She was his pet now. It was just as he had told her, and animals like her loved it this way, being filled and claimed over and over by his unyielding cock.
Connor slipped into a rhythm which seemed to please them both, and after a moment, his left hand rose, reaching for her breast on its route up to her neck. Finding her throat, Molly felt his large hand stretch wide and hold her in place there, his digits pressing deeper against her neck with each new thrust. She mewled, panicked by the pressure at her airway, and yet consumed by the hedonistic pleasure that Connor’s cock had unleashed. He felt so fucking good there, commanding her body in this raw and primal way, that even when his hand tightened, she didn’t try to resist.
“You’re mine, pet,” he snarled into her right ear. It was a low sound which made her pussy clench around his thrusting shaft.
“Y-yes,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed at the sound of his voice.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“Yours,” she panted, gasping for air around the hand at her throat. “I’m your pet, Master, yours.”
He stilled at once, the shift so sudden that it caused her to groan against him. “Back on the covers,” he instructed her, his tone a seductive whir. “I want to look into your eyes when I come inside you.”
The hand at her neck vanished, freeing her to move, so she obeyed him. She slipped from his body and spun around, landing on her tender bottom as he waited patiently between her legs. Molly eyed him greedily as he crawled forward, and in a moment, he pounced on her. Connor’s cock slipped back between her legs with ease, and she groaned at the exquisite sensation. He was so hard now, and felt absolutely massive inside her, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way. As he settled down over her body, he cocooned her entirely, his strong arms landing on either side of her head.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and at once her eyes flew to meet his.
His green stare was mesmerizing, and as he made short, insistent thrusts into her, she was unable to draw her eyes from him.
“Do you feel it, pet?” he probed, lowering his face to graze his mouth over hers. “Do you feel how much you’re mine?”
Molly nodded beneath him, arching her back and splaying her legs wider to accommodate his length. Yes, she felt it, alright, and despite her every ignominious treatment, she was sure she’d never felt anything like it. Sex with Connor was incomparable.
There was a long shudder and a guttural groan as he reached his climax. All the while, Molly obeyed, her gaze unbreaking as she watched him splinter inside her, until at the edge of his pleasure, Connor collapsed over her body. The silence which surrounded them was punctuated only by their gasps, sighs and labored breathing as Connor composed himself, and for the first time Molly’s right hand rose to his hair. She ran her fingers through the silky, dark locks, wondering at their beauty as he remained listless at her breast.
She glanced right, noticing for the first time that Connor’s door was not only unlocked, but also ajar. Her mind wondered idly at the idea of fleeing. This was the only time she’d ever known him to be remiss about locking doors, and the first time she’d found herself free of his chains. But her mind was heavy with the scent and taste of Connor. It was as though he had intoxicated her, and clouded her better judgment, and she seemed unable to rouse, or consider escape in any serious way.
He lifted his head, his eyes darting to where her stare had wandered. “Not thinking of running are you, pet?”
Connor kissed the side of her chin as he asked the question. She smiled as she turned her head to meet his lips.
“No, Master,” she reassured him, and for the very first time, she meant it.
Chapter Sixty-One
She fell asleep quickly after his climax, and for a while Connor lay there, watching the rise and fall of her perfect tits. The day had gone even better than he’d hoped, and as he recalled how glorious his cock had felt inside her, he couldn’t help but smile.
Still, he didn’t want his little pet getting too comfortable, so after an hour, he slipped his arms beneath her body, and carried her carefully to the dog bed, which he had rescued from the other side of his room. She stirred a little at the change of environment, but he covered her naked body with the green blanket, watching as she snuggled down into the fur of the bed. Securing her leash in its usual place, he took another moment to enjoy the sight of her.
She was too fucking adorable.
Climbing back into bed, he made plans for their next day. Things were accelerating faster than he’d anticipated and he mused that it may be time to take his pet from the house already. He’d expected it to take days, or maybe weeks to train her to the point where he could safely go to the cabin, but to his amazement, Molly had been so compliant, now it seemed like a real possibility. His pulse quickened as the thought, excitement building at the prospect.
Before he fell asleep, he slipped from the room, bolting it behind him and made his way downstairs. There in the corner of the unused reception room, beneath the piles of paperwork which still needed filing, was the dog carrier he had bought for just this moment. He collected it, brushing it down and holding it up before him. In his mind, he imagined his little pet trapped inside, and his cock began to throb again.
She awoke in the darkness, aware all at once that she was back in the dog bed. A sense of panic rose in Molly. It began in the pit of her stomach and stretched upwards to her throat, as her fingers pressed into the soft fur around her. After everything, after all of that amazing sex and pleasure, he had still left her here? Her belly knotted in anxiety at the thought of it. What did that mean? He’d fuck her on his bed, but he wouldn’t allow her to sleep in it? How fucked up was this guy?
She straightened up, aware of the leash trailing from her neck, even though she couldn’t see it in the black of the room. Above her she could hear Connor sleeping, his breathing relaxed and melodic on the bed, and the sound stirred resentment in her. How come he got to rest up there, while she was left chained in the pet bed? Even though the idea made her pussy wetter than she wanted to admit, the realization taught her something else. This was what she meant to him, and this was all she would ever mean. He had taken her as a woman, but intended to keep her as his pet. That’s what he wanted. A creature to keep and leash, and fuck when it pleased him. What had she been thinking consenting to sex with him, and what message had that conveyed to Connor? That all of this was okay, and she was content with it? Her mind raced as she considered everything that had happened between them: the abduction, the humiliation, the punishment. None of that was okay, however her messed up head had interpreted it, and now she’d planted the idea of her consent in his mind. What the fuck had she done?
The hours passed in miserable darkness as Molly mused on the conundrum. For a while she considered trying to make a run for it while he slept. It sounded like a good idea in theory, but when she actually thought about the practicalities, she realized how futile a plan it was. She was chained here in the dark, and she could feel the cuffs had been replaced at both her ankles. Even if she could untie herself from his bed somehow, she’d have to negotiate the bolt on his door in the pitch black, and all without waking him. And even if she supposed all that was manageable, what would she do next? Yes, she knew where the door was in this place, but what did that prove? A man like Connor would never have left it unlocked and accessible. The place would be secured like Fort Knox. The
reality of it all depressed her, but she couldn’t escape it. Connor had cameras everywhere, so even if she made a failed attempt, he would find out and then she’d be in trouble. Christ knows how long he’d keep her in that freaking cage for trying to flee. Maybe he’d never let her out again. A shudder passed through her at the thought, rattling the chains attached to her body.
At that moment she wanted to run. To get out and never look back. Not only was she physically exhausted, sore and tired, but she was now foolishly emotionally involved. The sex with him had been so good, she’d made the stupid assumption that she meant something to him. That it meant something, and he saw her as more than just an animal to chain and fuck, but evidently Molly had been dead wrong about that. The stab of that rejection stung more than the memory of his cane, and worse, she despised herself for allowing her mind to believe in the idea at all. Tears were burning in her eyes as she recalled the previous night. The way he had pleasured her, the way he had demanded her consent before he claimed her, and the way he had felt inside her. That hadn’t all been in her head, surely? And yet, here she was, chained in a pet bed by the side of his mattress.
The light at his bedside flickered on all of a sudden, making her jump in shock.
“Pet?” His voice sounded husky with tiredness, and she glanced up to find him upright, that dark green stare penetrating her once again.
She blinked away from the light, shaking her head. What the fuck was she supposed to say? She was upset that he’d treated her like an animal after they’d fucked? That she’d secretly hoped for more? How was any of that even a logical train of thought? She shouldn’t want any more of this. She should be thinking only of escape, of getting away from his clutches, and…
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