He stalked away, leaving Molly naked on the floor as he rounded the giant structure of the bed and found the sleek, white cabinet he was looking for. Connor no longer had the assortment of implements and devices he had once owned, and used to torment his little captive. His house had been held by the state when he was imprisoned, frozen alongside his other assets, and after his stark disappearance from custody, he had never devised a way to recover his belongings. He had since bought a whole new range of toys, but it in no way rivaled the collection he once owned. Opening the second drawer of the cabinet, he chose the thin, leather collar he was looking for. It was much slimmer than the one he’d made her wear in the past, and resembled the sort of item another person might genuinely buy for a pet.
Connor turned, flexing the leather between his hands as he strode back to where his little kitten waited obediently. His cock was rock solid as he neared her trembling form.
“Up on your knees, pet,” he murmured, and watched as she rose to her knees as instructed. “I have bought this for you. Not to wear all the time, but for when we are alone together. For when you are once again, nothing but my little kitten.”
Her eyes widened at his approach, and Connor held out the collar for her to see. “Thank you, Master,” she panted. “It looks much kinder than the one I wore before.”
Connor paused, eyeing her as he towered over her nakedness. “You didn’t like your old collar then, pet?” he mused aloud.
“It was too thick and too wide, Master,” she explained. “It was never really comfortable, no matter how long I endured it.”
“Then I hope this one will be preferable,” concluded Connor, as he bent over her body and looped the leather around her exquisite little neck.
Holding the ends in one hand, he swept her lush mane of dark hair aside, and then fastened the small buckle at her nape. Standing back, Connor gazed down at his kitten. She was absolutely fucking perfect.
“It doesn’t have your name this time, kitten,” he told her softly. “For once, I didn’t want to presume, but if you want to, I can have a tag made for you in the coming weeks.”
Molly smiled, tilting her head as she tried the leather for size. “Thank you, Master,” she answered, breathily. “I would like that.”
“Onto all fours now,” he commanded, his voice taking that harder edge again. The one that conveyed his desire, and told her in no uncertain terms, just what he expected.
She obeyed at once, falling forward and pressing her palms down into the deep fibers of the carpet.
“Let’s see what you recall of your training,” he purred. “You will come to heel, and follow me across the room.”
Molly nodded, and scurried to obey as Connor began to move across the floor. He glanced down, taking in her creamy, smooth skin, and the delectable curve of her arse. God, he couldn’t wait to fill it again, and see the thing tanned when the time demanded it. But now, he just wanted to claim her. He couldn’t wait another fucking moment.
Pausing at the end of the bed, he waited for her small limbs to catch up.
“That needs more practice,” he chided, but there was no real threat in his voice, and he was prepared to bet Molly knew the difference.
She had been with him for long enough to know when he was playing with her, and when she was really in trouble.
“Yes, Master,” she agreed from her place on the carpet beside him. “I need more practice.”
Connor bent over, and slapped her arse playfully. Molly yelped, and lifted her head to meet his eye. Her blue eyes were wild with delight.
“You most certainly do, kitten,” he murmured, “but first, I get to ride you once again, because I swear, if I don’t have you soon, I will go mad.”
Molly licked her lips. “I would like that, Master,” she confirmed. “I want you.”
As quick as a flash, Connor lurched, tucking his finger under her new, soft collar, and yanking Molly’s head up toward his thigh. She gasped at the deed, but didn’t resist him, steadying herself against his calf.
“Get over the edge of that bed,” Connor growled. “Lift those hips and splay those legs. Show me what is mine.”
She dashed off as fast as she could go, beginning on her hands and knees before she reached the edge of the wooden bedstead, and climbed up over the mattress. Connor knew just how excited she was, and as he stalked back to the cabinet by the side of his bed, he could wholeheartedly relate. Finally, he would get to possess his little kitten again. Finally, she would be his. Last week’s fuck had been fabulous, but Connor needed her in a different way now. In a primal way. Connor found a condom in the top drawer, ripping it from its packaging with his teeth as he paced back to his gorgeous Molly. Pulling his cock free and sliding the condom over his hard shaft, he bent over her panting body, pausing to explore her sex with one unhurried finger. She gasped at the intimate contact, but the sound soon morphed into a soft moan as his digit delved a little deeper. His kitten was as slick and aroused as he’d suspected, and more than ready for his cock.
“Do you want me, kitten?” he murmured, nibbling the lobe of her ear as she pushed back against his finger.
Naughty pet, he mused at the deed. That behavior will need correction, and Connor was going to enjoy delivering that discipline.
“Yes, Master,” she replied. “Yes, please. I have dreamt of this moment for months. Please, fuck me. Fuck me like an animal.”
Connor didn’t need to hear any more. He shifted his weight, angling the crown of his cock at her wet lips, and in one smooth motion, he plunged himself deep inside her. They both cried out, the sound guttural as their combined passion lingered in the air, and for one long moment, there was only their rekindled connection. Intimate, intense and blissful.
He began to move, each stroke intentionally slow, as Connor tried to savor the moment, and every heady sensation. Molly felt so good, just as he remembered her, or maybe even better, and fuck, how he’d missed this. The closeness of the possession as he edged out of her glorious sex, and then, without warning, slammed back hard inside her. Every inch of his kitten belonged to Connor, and he claimed her in his customary powerful and unhurried way, taking her over and over again, until there was nothing but passion and imminent pleasure.
Collapsed over the bed, Molly arched her back, seemingly wanting to take in as much of Connor as she could. He duly obliged her, filling her balls deep with every new thrust to the soundtrack of their collective grunts and groans. His possession of her was sublime, and as he neared ecstasy, he reached down to kiss the pale skin of her nape.
“Fuck, kitten,” he cried as his balls tightened, and the wave of his orgasm crashed down over him. “You are divine, Molly. So fucking divine.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Molly lay bound, blindfolded, and spread-eagled to his giant bed frame, her body writhing as Connor lapped relentlessly between her legs. He’d been tantalizing her for what seemed like an age, and she was close, so close to the brink. Squeezing her eyes shut beneath the soft fabric, she recalled the words of her master.
There shall be no coming without my permission, kitten. Do you understand me? It may have been a while since you endured one of my punishments, but I don’t think you want to risk it, Molly.
She squirmed as the words echoed around her mind, wondering at the exquisite torture of it all. She had always found solace in the pain he’d inflicted, even if it had sometimes taken a while to achieve it, but there was no relief in this unyielding pleasure.
“Oh, please, Master,” she begged, throwing her head back as far as the pillows would allow.
He had always liked to hear her beg, and she did so now, beseeching him, and hoping that he would take pity on her and either stop, or let her come. Anything would be better than being kept on the edge. It was too much, and utterly intolerable.
“Connor, please!” she yelled. “I can’t hold on any longer.”
The tongue between her legs paused momentarily. “You will hold on, kitten,” he growl
ed, the heat of his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “Unless you really want to enter The Syndicate with a baptism of fire?”
Molly squeezed her eyes shut again, biting against her lower lip until she tasted blood. She willed her mind away from the sensual torture happening at the apex of her thighs, her thoughts instead wandering back to his words. A baptism of fire was about right. Frankly, that term could describe the events of the last year to perfection. Connor had offered her so much—too much—and yet still, she had taken it. Even when Molly had first been taken and hated the way she’d been treated; her body had still always reacted the same way. With its unique and tortuous betrayal of her feelings. Connor; therefore, had always known how she’d really felt, even when her lips had screamed and protested to the contrary.
She felt his weight shift between her legs, and a moment later, Connor eased two expert digits inside her. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, the words slipping from her without conscious thought.
Connor laughed darkly, his mouth raising to her throbbing clit as his fingers went to work.
“Please,” she implored him, yanking futilely against her binds. “I can’t. I can’t stop, Master. Please, may I come?”
The pressure at her clitoris was divine. As usual, Connor had mastered the technique perfectly, offering just the right amount of force to drive her to the brink, and the sensation of his fingers was the icing on the very overwhelming cake. He held her there—right on the edge—for a fraction of a second more, before his mouth vanished. Molly cried out again, but this time, she didn’t know if it was through frustration or relief.
“Is my kitten getting desperate?” he purred mockingly.
She gasped a large mouthful of air as she tried to settle herself. Of course, Connor’s deft fingers were doing little to aid her task. “Yes, Master,” she croaked. “Please may I come?”
The dark laughter resonated again, this time interspersed with the odd lap at her already no-doubt swollen clit. Molly gasped at the contact, both despising and adoring the contradiction. There was still a part of her that insisted she shouldn’t enjoy this treatment—she shouldn’t want it—and that part was disgusted with Molly’s behavior. The fact that she’d abandoned her life, gotten on a plane and ended up back in the bed of the man who captured her. None of that was sane, and none of it was understandable. Molly had spent a long time listening to that part of herself. She had done the things it had suggested; dated the right guys, and achieved a reasonable life for herself, but she’d never really felt alive.
Not really. Not like this.
And then there was the other part of her. The dark, sordid part which crafted all those awful and wonderful plot lines. The part which had searched the internet for sources of inspiration. The part she never told anyone about, until they started to read her books, and then she’d seen the shift in their eyes.
How can you write that stuff? the gazes had demanded. How can you enjoy it?
That was the part Connor had tapped into effortlessly, and as he’d demeaned her, Molly had felt that part of her burgeoning, its need growing like the hunger of a starving woman.
Connor lapped at her again, breaking her train of thought. “I’m thinking about letting you come,” he told her softly. “But you have to let me play, kitten. It’s been a long time since I’ve had you like this.”
She moaned in response, unsure if it was agreement or not, but aware that it didn’t matter. Molly had consented to be here, she had chosen this, and when push came to shove, she fucking loved what Connor was doing to her body. She felt the transfer of weight on the bed as he shifted positions, and all of a sudden, the blindfold was pulled from her eyes, and Connor’s face appeared back in her line of sight. His face was slick with her arousal, a fact that made her both embarrassed and even hornier, all at the same time. He settled beside her bound body, reaching up to grasp her right nipple in between his teeth. Molly panted, the sensation intense as he nipped at the sensitive bud, but there was no denying how her brain interpreted the feeling; as hot, undeniable excitement. All the while, his hand continued its magic at her pussy, his fingers still lodged deep inside her, while his palm provided welcome friction to her needy clitoris. Molly was splayed, wet and helpless, and she absolutely fucking loved it.
“Look at you,” he breathed.
Molly twisted her head to find his face, expecting to see his normal mocking smirk, but instead finding an altogether different expression. Connor looked as though he almost revered her.
“So fucking beautiful,” he continued, apparently more to himself than her as he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt. “And all mine.”
“Oh,” she gasped again, pulling at her wrists, even though she already knew there was no escape. Somehow, the feeling of the bondage just made her even more excited, goading her senses, reminding her of the choices she’d made.
‘Tell me,” Connor demanded, his voice taking on a more imposing timbre. “Tell me who you belong to, kitten?”
He met her eyes for the first time, those green orbs flaring with authority.
“You,” she panted, desperately willing herself the control not to orgasm until he permitted it. “You, Master. I belong to you.”
Connor’s gaze relaxed, and he inched his face closer to her head. “Again,” he insisted, stilling his digits, so that they paused deep inside of her.
Molly’s lips parted at the command, her gaze searching his eyes for some sign that her release was close. There was none.
“I’m yours, Master,” she told him again, and instinctively her hips rose from the bed, finding the sweet friction of Connor’s wrist. “All yours. Always.”
He tilted his head, edging even closer toward her, as though he was about to seize another kiss. “Again.”
This time the order was firm and sensual, and Molly could have sworn the intensity in his eyes was powerful enough to make her burst into flames.
“Tell me again, pet,” he commanded. “And just you keep fucking telling me while you come apart.”
Molly’s eyes widened. Did that mean she was allowed to orgasm? “Master?” she gasped just as his digits inched from her again. “Does that mean that I can—”
“Tell me,” he growled. “I don’t want to hear anything else from you except those words. Who do you belong to, kitten?”
She yelped in frustration, wishing she could make him understand just how badly she needed this climax, but of course, her need was pointless, because Connor knew full well how much she wanted it.
“I belong to you, Master,” she told him as she ground herself against his fingers as best she could in the bondage. “You, Master. I’m yours. Please…”
Connor smiled. “Keep going, pet.”
Molly’s head was spinning. She was so close to coming apart, and yet the fucker wasn’t ever going to give her permission. All he was ever going to do was instruct her what to say, torment her more, and deny her.
“Master!” She was practically screeching now, the intensity bearing down upon her. “I’m yours. I’m yours, but please! Please let me come.”
Connor chuckled, his mouth falling to within an inch of her own parted lips. “You may come, kitten,” he cooed, “and when you do, I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to taste how wonderful you are as I push you over the precipice.”
She barely had time to gasp before her body succumbed, Connor’s hand bringing her to a soul-shattering orgasm which seemed to obliterate all conscious thought. As her pussy spasmed around his fingers, his lips descended, claiming her with that same silent authority they always possessed. Caught in a state of ecstatic paralysis, Molly could do little in response, but her lips parted, permitting Connor’s tongue to probe deeper, even as her body convulsed below him. The power of the high was mesmerizing, and as Molly finally took another breath, she realized she’d forgotten just how intense the pleasure with Connor could be.
Molly groaned as his lips drew away, her back arching as she rode t
he waves of carnality.
“There, there, kitten,” crooned her Master from her side. “Is that better?”
Her head fell to the side, finding his hot, sensual gaze. “Thank you, Master,” she replied breathlessly. “That is so much better.”
Chapter Thirty
Twenty or so minutes later, they were cuddled up together under the covers. Molly clung to him as though her very survival depended upon his proximity, and as Connor gazed down at her mane of dark hair, he realized he was smiling.
“I’ve wanted this since that day in court,” he told her softly. “Maybe even before then, but somehow, I never imagined it could actually happen.”
Molly shifted her weight to meet his eye, her expression knowing. “We haven’t exactly had a conventional start,” she agreed. “What with you kidnapping me and all…”
Her voice trailed away, and for a moment there was only silence.
“I’ve been a total arsehole to you,” he acknowledged, stroking the glossy length of her hair.
She nodded. “Yes, Master, you have.”
They eyed each other for a moment, Connor trying to read her expression. She didn’t sound angry, or even resigned. Her tone was matter-of-fact, as though she had also spent many hours trying to understand what the hell had happened.
He could believe it.
“There’s nothing I can say, or do, to make it better,” he concluded at length. “I’ve thought about it endlessly since you’ve been back in contact, and I can’t think of anything.”
The lips of her beautiful mouth curled. “No,” she concurred. “You can’t change the past, and I’ve accepted that, but…” she hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
“But?” he prompted.
“But you can make sure the future is different, Master,” Molly conceded as she fixed her blue stare upon him again. “Better.”
Connor swallowed. He fully intended to. “I will,” he told her firmly. “That is already decided.”
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