Molly’s eyes met mine. Oh, yes, there was definitely an air of defiance there. Was I aroused? Fuck yes! Did I want to let her know? Fuck no! However, the evident hard-on I now sported was hard to hide. She strolled over to me slowly; each breath she took made her full breasts swell over the top of her corset. My eyes watched her skin expand, the allure of her body mesmerizing me. Molly could always arouse me. A simple sexy smile could make the blood rush to my cock. I was hopelessly in love with her, and now she could see it. Nor could I hide my hunger for her, my need for her, and the fire that burned deep inside for her.
However, I was defiant too, so I went for Roxanne and grabbed her by the hair. Then with determination, I pushed her face into my crotch. She unzipped my leather pants and stuck my cock in her mouth. Molly watched, and I heard her suck in her breath. I also noted that her hands were stiff at her sides, and her fingers had curled into tight fists.
Son of a bitch, my mind raged as Roxanne sucked me. My eyes were riveted to Molly’s. Gwenn had crawled over to Roxanne and took my trousers down farther then began to rub my ass. Ah, shit, this all felt amazing. My hands tangled themselves in Roxanne’s hair. A slender finger found its way up my ass.
“Ah, fuck,” I moaned.
When I opened my eyes, Molly was still standing there watching, just watching, without any noticeable expression on her face. It was hard for me to look at her. My body was on fire as the two subs worked on me. I was close to cuming when the guilt of my actions washed through me. But it was too late for regrets. I closed my eyes and let my body rip; filling Roxanne’s waiting mouth with my cream.
I almost lost my footing but managed to stay standing, using Roxanne’s head for leverage. When I opened my eyes, Molly had her crop in her hand.
“Gwenn, is that your name? I’d like you over here,” Molly commanded, getting the restraints ready on the St. Andrew’s cross. She snapped her crop in the air and shot me a venomous look.
Gwenn looked to me, her brow furrowed in worry, yet she smiled shyly. I nodded that it was okay for her to proceed. In this world, control was the name of the game, and I had to believe that Molly was in complete control.
Molly helped Gwenn onto the cross, never once changing the expression on her face. That worried me. Molly wasn’t showing her card, which was unlike her. I fixed my pants and kept my eyes on the scene before me. I was aware that Dominic had watched my blatant display, and he knew it was meant to get Molly’s goat. It obviously had worked.
As Molly tied Gwenn to the cross, Dominic came to my side. “What the fuck are you doing, man? If getting Molly all riled up was your goal, I think you’ve succeeded. I’m not liking this. Roxanne and Gwenn have a low threshold for pain. It’s the sex and bondage they enjoy. Looks like Molly is hell-bent on displaying how well she uses that crop. She better be good at it,” he warned.
I wanted to stop her, tell her she’d made her point, but I wasn’t sure exactly what point she was trying to make as she secured the ties to Gwenn’s wrists. Molly backed away and snapped the crop in the air once more then let it land on Gwenn’s bare breasts. She was precise with her aim and landed on the sub’s nipples, causing them to harden. Then Molly stopped and grabbed a blindfold. “It’s no fun when you can see, my pet,” she said, tying the blindfold across her eyes.
Gwenn complied, never once flexing a muscle. Molly snapped her crop in the air once again and landed across Gwenn’s breast, this time leaving a noticeable red mark. The young woman let out a sharp scream. Dominic grabbed my arm.
He said quietly. “Maybe this was a bad idea. You two have some issues that must be addressed. I’ll not have two of my favorite subs become a pawn in your game.”
I stared at him and had to agree. “I’ll put an end to this. I have no fucking idea what she’s up to. Sorry, Dominic,” I said and caught Molly’s arm before she landed another hit on Gwenn. She turned to me, her eyes blazing and filled with unshed tears.
“Enough, Molly! Enough!” I said through clenched teeth.
I’d never seen Molly cry, not even when she left. It wasn’t her style to carry on and weigh on anyone’s emotions. This nearly broke my heart. I wanted to take her into my arms, tell her I loved her, which all of this was bullshit, and the only thing that mattered was our love. I held back my emotions and thoughts.
"Let go of my arm," she hissed under her breath.
"Put down the crop," I ordered her. She had to see my face. Yes, I was upset. My Domme had lost control and was taking out her anger on another. I could see she was ashamed of her actions by the red flush on her cheeks. She couldn’t make eye contact with me.
She dropped the crop and looked around. Then she turned to Gwenn, “I’m sorry,” she croaked and ran from the room.
I ran after her, forgetting everything and everyone in the room with us. The click of her stilettos echoed on the hard wood floors of the hallway. I was right behind her. She ran toward the elevator, and I managed to stop her before she could push any buttons. I grabbed her from behind, spun her around, and pushed her back against the wall. She was a sight; her tears mingled with her black eye makeup. “Please,” she begged. “Leave me alone.”
“No. I won’t−I can’t leave you alone, baby,” I said, my voice strained as my lips touched her ear. “Molly, what the fuck do you want from me?”
One of her slender hands came up to touch my face as she let her body relax in my arms. “I…” she whispered then stopped as her eyes searched mine, “I wanted to be free to be me. I wanted to go back and be the person I was before I met you.”
Her words crushed me. Every fiber of my being began to crumble. I’d lost her. I let my arms slip from around her.
“No, please,” she said. “Don’t let go.”
“Christ!” I said, frustration filling my voice.
“I thought that’s what I wanted, Russell.”
“You thought? So you pack up and leave? Molly, I thought we had a solid relationship, one that allowed you to be you. Forget the submissive shit, the Master crap; I thought our relationship went deeper, far deeper. I guess I was wrong.”
“Did you ever give me time to talk about what I needed?”
“You never asked, you never complained, you never gave me a chance, baby. I’m a man who loves you first; above everything, anything.”
I saw the defiance return to her eyes. “Do you? You didn’t waste any time going back to Dominic and finding yourself some very attractive submissives. It seems you weren’t hurting too much.”
“Molly,” Now I had to hold back my anger. I had to control every emotion I was feeling. I wanted to take her gorgeous ass over my knee and spank the shit out of her. That’s when I realized I’d failed her as a Master. I should have sensed her needs. I hadn’t. Her needs had to be my most important concern. I still had a great deal to learn.
“When you walked out that door, it took me weeks to pull myself together. Yes, I called Dominic. I had to find me again. I failed you. I know that, but I did find that I’m truly a Master and a dominant man. You know better than anyone else that I needed to get back on that horse, practice what I preached, and that meant finding submissives.” She looked away from me.
“Don’t, Molly. Look at me. I have one important question to ask you, and I want an honest answer. Do you still love me?”
“Seeing that woman suck your cock…,”she said as her hands tightened on my face.
“Don’t evade my question, Goddammit. Answer me!” I bellowed.
“Yes! You son of a bitch, I love you!” she screamed and slapped me across the face. “Why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you go after me and fuck my brains out and punish the shit out of me?”
I smiled. She was right. I had wimped out on her. We had so much to learn yet as a couple, especially as a couple living a D/s relationship. Being back with Dominic and having our long talks and gaining confidence once again as a Dom would only help us. But what about her?
“Okay, so you love me,” I said, pushing her
up against the wall. My cock responded as I crushed my body to hers. “Then you’ll come home. I want you to pack up everything and come home. This time I want the lease to run out on your apartment. I’m not paying a cent on your old place. I don’t want you running away every time we have an issue or a problem. Baby, I love you. You are the most important person in my life. My submissive, yes, but more, baby, so much more.” My lips kissed her cheek and tasted her tears.
Her hands snaked behind my head, our lips met, and the kiss became intense. Our tongues wrapped around each other’s, and the kiss deepened. My cock hardened, and my whole body responded to hers.
“Russell, that’s the first step in the right direction. I caved, my love, because you were the strongest man I’d ever met. Besides being the most gorgeous,” she said, stifling a small giggle.
“Am I?” I asked. I ran my tongue along her full sensuous lips.
“Yes, with one of the best cocks I’d ever seen.”
My hard-on raged. I wanted her, and I could have fucked her up against the wall without a problem. I needed to do more. I pushed away from her. “Get cleaned up. I want you but not here.” I took her by the hand and almost dragged her along. We entered one of the large, tiled bathrooms. I closed the door and ran the hot water. She went to get a towel to clean her face, but I stopped her.
“No, let me.” I said. “You’re mine, and I’ll take care of you.”
I cleaned her face and the top of her cleavage then opened the drawer and took out one of the unopened tubes of lube. I shot a wad of it onto my hand then pulled down her leggings. Her quick intake of breath made me smile. I rubbed the lube from her moist shaved cunt to her ass, and she caught my meaning. Her hand held my upper arm.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
I eyed her. “It’s not your place to ask, now is it? So don’t.”
“You’re a bastard,” she said with a tiny smirk on her lips.
“Yes, I’m a bastard who needs to teach his pet a lesson.”
“You really think you are man enough to do that, don’t you?”
I grabbed her by the back of her head. “I’m the only man who can do that. Your lesson begins now.”
“Really?” she asked, pulling away from me and pushing my hand out of her leggings.
“Yes. Really,” I said, lifting her off her feet and into my arms. “Goddammit, really,” I repeated as I kicked the door open to the bathroom and headed down the hall with her toward the purple dungeon.
Chapter Seven
“Russell, put me down,” she screamed.
“Quiet. You’ll embarrass yourself.” I told her, grinning widely.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she screamed as we entered the dungeon.
Once we were inside, I put her down. Dominic, Roxanne, and Gwenn were sitting together eating fruit. “I thought we’d never see you again,” he said. “Some fruit?” he asked.
“No, no fruit,” I replied.
“I think I’d like some,” Molly said.
“Oh, you’re getting something my pet, but it’s not fruit,” I snickered.
“Funny man,” she said as she walked over to Dominic.
I surveyed the tools on the wall and decided the cane would do nicely. A sound spanking, one that she’d feel for a few days was in order, and then a good fucking. She’d submit. She’d have no choice. I’d grown soft with Molly. I’d grown vanilla. Those days were over. My beauty needed a stern hand and a great deal of hard fucking to keep her beautiful ass under control. She also needed to know that I loved her and that she was mine, every gorgeous inch of her. I’d grown lackadaisical. She also needed to know that down to painting her toenails, no chore in making her happy was beneath me.
I grabbed the cane.
Her eyes followed my hand as I took it off the wall.
She dropped the piece of pineapple she was eating onto her plate and licked the juice from her fingers.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she inquired.
I snapped the cane in the air. “Teaching my wayward pet a lesson.”
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked.
“I never kid.” I saw Dominic’s eyes light up. Gwenn and Roxanne moved closer to him.
I used a finger to summon Molly to my side. She shook her head no in response. She left me no alternative. I was swift in my actions. I grabbed her around the waist and got her to the spanking bench. I had her cuffed there in seconds with her leggings down around her knees. Dominic handed me a new tube of balm, so I could soothe her stings after I was done. Molly’s ass was now in full view. My damn cock was hard and straining against my trousers. My hands rubbed over her ass, and I let a finger slip into her cunt. Molly was wet. She was ready.
Dominic pulled two heads down to his crotch. This shit turned him on. I landed the first swat on Molly’s ass.
“Ahh!” she shrieked.
Fuck! My cock twinged, grew harder, and ached. I hit her ass again, this time leaving a pink line.
“Ahh!” she screamed.
I landed one more good, hard, swat on her cheeks.
“Fuck!” she screamed and burst into tears.
I threw the cane down and came to her, holding the tube of balm. The Aloe Vera would be soothing, and my soft caring administration would help her even further. I gently rubbed the cheeks of her ass with the balm, and she began to moan. These were moans of pleasure, which escaped her lips as she raised her ass to my hand. She’d spread her legs wider as my hands lovingly caressed her. Molly was ready for more; she was ready for my cock.
I undid her restraints and stood her up. She was smiling, and I knew my Molly was feeling quite submissive and aroused. It was my strength as a Master that also aided in turning her on. Her arms went around my neck, and she kissed me long and hard.
“You son of a bitch,” she whispered.
“I’m not stopping, baby. I’ll have you, and you’re lucky we’re in a private dungeon, because I’d take you in front of everyone.” I took her hand and led her to the fucking bench. She got to her knees and bent over the bench.
I unzipped my pants and took out my cock. I rubbed it up and down her crotch, making sure I hit her clit countless times. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dominic watching as the two subs worked greedily on his large hard cock. Tongues licked at him and heads bobbed, adding to my needs.
I sunk my cock into Molly, and she sighed.
“Oh, fuck, Russell, I missed you,” she said breathlessly.
I pumped in and out of her hard, our bodies slapping at each other with each stroke. I slapped her ass softly, goading her on as her moans increased. I stopped for a second, grabbed the tube of lube, and pushed a glob up her tight ass. Tonight, she’d be mine once again. I pulled out of her pussy and eased my cock into her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, pushing onto my dick.
I sped up my thrusts and began fucking her ass. We were lost in pure ecstasy and heading for nirvana. Molly came first, and her screams of pleasure undid me.
“Russell, oh, oh,” she screamed.
That was all I needed to let loose. My cream shot deep into her ass. My body had broken into a sweat, and my heart was thumping hard in my chest. I leaned over her and kissed each shoulder then eased myself out of her.
“Baby,” I said. “I love you.”
I helped her turn around and then took her into my arms. “Russell, oh, God, Russell,” she said tenderly. “I love you, my Master. I love you.”
I had my Molly back. Now to give her the one thing that would cleave her to me. Her collar, and of course her engagement ring.
I’d taken the box and put it in the trunk of my car. At first, I wanted to destroy the collar and return the ring. I’d been that angry. But I couldn’t. I loved Molly and believed that she still loved me. It was out of my sight, but still in my possession. Tonight we’d made the proper headway, and tonight I’d collar her. I had no doubt she’d accept.
We relaxed with Domini
c and the two girls. We drank wine, ate some fruit, and Molly was now in my arms where she belonged. Dominic adored Molly, and they had a lot of catching up to do.
I got to know Gwenn and Roxanne better and learned that they were both high school teachers. My arms never left Molly. If I could keep her there for eternity, I would, but real life would happen after tonight.
I excused myself.
“Russell, where are you going? May I come?” she asked.
“Baby, I’ll be right back. I don’t want to leave you for a moment either.”
She nodded as I left.
I grabbed my coat and requested my car. I explained I needed a box from the trunk of my car. The parking attendant went to get it. He returned with the gold box, and I tipped him. Inside, there still sat her silver collar and the box with her diamond engagement ring. Tonight I’d collar her, make her mine, and ask her to be my wife. I was tired of waiting, and I wanted to start living my life with her. I wanted her to know she was my life.
We’d do a simple ceremony for the collaring with those that were there. I needed no fanfare to declare my love for Molly.
When I entered the purple dungeon, Molly, Dominic, Roxanne, and Gwenn were still drinking wine. All eyes turned to me and to the box in my hand. Molly stood.
“Russell?” she questioned.
“Yes,” I answered.
“For me?”
“Yes, my love, and a long time coming.” I knelt before her.
“Oh, God, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Open the box, please, Molly.”
Her hands shook as she took it from me. She opened it, and I heard her small gasp. “My collar,” she said as she took out the custom-made silver collar. Then I saw her face. “Oh, my God,” she said, biting her lip. She removed the small black velvet ring box. She opened it. She said nothing as she stared at the three-karat solitaire I’d also had custom-made for her.
“May I have the box, baby?”
She handed me the open box. I took out the ring. “Molly, will you marry me, be with me for eternity. I love you, want you to belong to me, and I will take care of you for the rest of our lives.”
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