Tamed: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 2)

by Felicity Brandon

  She nodded her head, hearing the small whimpers coming from the back of her throat. She did like it. She liked him invading her body, particularly in that, the most intimate place of all.

  “That’s good,” he insisted. “In fact, that’s perfect. You know I’ve been desperate to fuck this gorgeous backside, and your punishment has gifted me the chance.”

  Molly was panting now, caught entirely in his web. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her ass. She relished the feeling of the fullness there, but she’d never contemplated the first time he claimed it would be like this. She was still bound over the bench, exposed and completely helpless. The reality of her situation washed over her, making her panic all over again. But it was more than that. It wasn’t just trepidation coursing through her veins. It was pure, unadulterated passion.

  The feeling of plastic at her ass made her tense, and she twisted in her straps, trying to see what the new, alien sensation was.

  “Settle down,” came the warning from behind her. “You’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough.”

  Adrenaline was racing around her now, so settling down seemed unlikely. The plastic pushed at her entrance, hesitating as though it had a mind of its own and wanted to torment her. Of course, the plastic wasn’t her real tormentor. That ominous title belonged to the man holding it.

  “Like before. Deep breaths in and out, kitten.” There was a pause as Connor’s words resonated.

  He wanted her to relax? The man had to be fucking joking!

  “Your tail is going back where it belongs, and then later, after I’ve claimed this pussy. Then my cock will replace it.”

  His words sent Molly’s brain reeling. So, that was his plan. He was going to claim all three of her holes while she was strapped down and powerless to stop him. Not that she would have stopped him. She’d never wanted anything more in her whole fucking life.

  Chapter Ten

  He had already chosen the dildo, selecting it when he’d retrieved the paddle and leaving it on the black tile under the bench. Now as he positioned it over her dark hole, he ignored the throb of his recently-satisfied cock.

  “Deep breath in,” he commanded slowly, waiting for her sphincter muscles to respond. After a moment she obeyed, effectively forcing the area to relax, and enabling him to slide the dildo a few inches inside her.

  There was a screech from his pet, but Connor ignored it. She’d taken this whole dildo a few days ago, and she was well lubricated from her dripping sex. Frankly, it was more than she deserved, all things considered. He waited for her next exhalation before pushing the plastic even deeper. She had taken about half of it now, and he wrapped his left arm beneath her hips to steady them as he delved further.

  “Deep. Breaths.”

  His reminder was delivered in a lower tone, and she gasped against the gag. The sound of her shallow, anxious breaths shifted into the contrived inhalation he sought. As his pet let the long breath go, he pounced, sliding the remainder of the dildo into place. The pretty little black tail now hung between her legs, and he grinned as he surveyed it. Molly was as hot as hell like this, and he couldn’t wait to take what was his again.

  “Much more like my kitty now that your tail is in place!” Connor declared triumphantly. “And now I get to fuck this sweet pussy.”

  Connor’s cock was rock solid once more. Apparently, the introduction of her tail had been more than enough to excite him. Molly moaned, the sound only goading his erection further.

  “Do you want me to fill up your cunt as well, pet?”

  He was well aware that she couldn’t answer him, but honestly, he was having way too much fun playing with her to let that stop him. She whimpered in response, turning her head to try and meet his eye.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, fisting his cock just beyond her wet pussy lips. “Tell me that you want it.”

  She was nodding, the motion sending a fresh pool of saliva past her chin. “Yes,” she was trying to tell him. “Yes, please Master,” but without the consonants, the words were unintelligible. The noises alone made him hard. Knowing she couldn’t speak made him harder, but the fact that she reciprocated his urgency was too much. If he hadn’t already had an orgasm, Connor knew that would have pushed him over the edge completely.

  Racing to one of the nearby cupboards, Connor grabbed a waiting condom, ripping it from the silver packaging before he even got back to his pet. He couldn’t wait anymore. Without a moment’s more hesitation, Connor slid the sheath in place, lining up his manhood and lunging effortlessly inside her wet channel. She clenched her muscles at once, squeezing his cock as it made its way toward her cervix. That made them both groan; their guttural responses combining and filling up the small, dark basement. He fucked her in earnest then, pulling out of her completely before thrusting balls-deep into her hot little cunt.

  Fuck, she felt good.

  It was all he could think as he grabbed her hips and his eyes fell closed. He wanted her like this forever, gagged and bound and begging for him. His little obedient kitten. The naughty woman who’d fled the cabin was long gone. Although he still had every intention of making her pay for that, in his mind Connor had already moved on. He had her back where he wanted her, and he was back where he needed to be, buried deep within her delicious, wet folds.

  She was going crazy now. Her back arched as best it could in the bondage as she threw her head back in apparent ecstasy. Connor watched her, mesmerized by the look of his bound kitten. He leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of her dark, luscious hair and yanking hard. If she wanted her head back, then he could help with that problem. Holding her in place by the hair, his hips moved over and over, controlling her with his long, hard shaft. Inevitably, it wasn’t long before his second climax neared. His balls tightened in that enthralling way they always did when he was close, the sensation part pleasure and part pain as he plunged into her again.

  Connor called out, making his hips still as the sensation burgeoned. Much more of this and it would all be over far too soon. He let go of her hair, and withdrew from her pussy, watching as her slick folds opened to release him. Turning his attention north, his fingers fell upon the end of her tail, and he yanked it playfully.

  “It’s time, kitten,” he told her. “Take a deep breath for me, and let’s get you ready for your Master’s cock.”

  She mewled, and he watched as her head fell forward. Sure enough, a moment later she obeyed, and he heard her take a deep breath. He tugged the dildo from its place lodged deep within her arse, easing it out slowly. In his mind he could already imagine how good it was going to feel being buried inside that tight hole. He was in position in a heartbeat, resting one foot against the edge of the bench as he crouched over her backside. Molly was silent for the first time in a while, and he noted how her head had fallen flat against the leather. She’d shifted into an intentionally submissive stance, drawing herself back and offering him her gorgeous behind.

  Connor didn’t need a better invitation than that.

  He inched his crown inside her. Fuck, she was tight. This was even better than her pussy, if that were possible. His kitten screeched into her gag as his cock replaced the dildo.

  “You like that?”

  His voice was a dark, husky sound now, even to his own ears. She twisted her head as best she could to meet his eye, her opinion obvious from the way she shook her head. This was too much for Molly. Too intense. Perhaps, too painful. He hadn’t used any new lubrication before he’d entered her.

  “Does it hurt, pet?”

  The question hung in the air between them, and he watched her responses carefully. Her eyes were tearing as she once again nodded in reply.

  “Good,” he told her in an ominous tone as he edged further into her tight hole. “This is a punishment fuck, remember?”

  She mewled beautifully, the sound making his dick twitch.

  “You will take my cock wherever I choose to put it.”

  His voice was like thunder now, and her body trembled in
response. As Molly submitted, she pressed her hot tears into the leather in front of her. It was a small act, but deep down he knew it meant something.

  Surrender.

  At the very least, she had conceded the point, and that was good enough for Connor. Emboldened by her reaction, his dick grew even larger. Ruthlessly, he drove the remainder of it into her arse, delighting at the shriek which the thrust provoked from Molly’s lips.

  “Take it,” he demanded, easing from her, before plunging back again.

  She called out, the sound morphing into a low sob at the back of her throat.

  “This is what happens to naughty pets who run.”

  He buried himself deep inside her tightest channel as he assessed her reddened face. There was no doubt she was sorry now. She certainly looked it, but it was too late. Far too late. And Molly had a lesson to learn.

  “I could have made this good for you, kitten,” he growled. “I could have lubed you right up and made this a satisfying, sensual experience. But you…” Connor hesitated, delivering four fast thrusts in quick succession. “You could not be good. You chose to run from me.”

  Molly was sobbing now, her face a hot mess based on his limited view.

  “Bad pet,” he continued, slapping her right cheek. “That’s what you are.”

  The impact made her gasp, her muscles clenching out of instinct.

  “Tell me!” The command echoed around the dark walls. “Tell me what you are.”

  She mumbled a humiliating reply through the small plastic ball. The sound made his balls tighten, driving him closer and closer to shooting his load deep inside her behind.

  “Very bad,” he agreed as he thrust balls deep into her once more. “And bad pets get all their holes punished.”

  The words nearly toppled him. Somehow, denigrating her this way was absolute heaven. Connor felt the orgasm approach, the intensity growing like a knot inside his testicles as he banged them against her pussy. The low guttural groans coming from his kitten suggested she was now quite enjoying his possession of her body, but Connor was too near to the brink to care. The tightening in his balls was exquisite. And as his muscles tensed, he stilled, spilling his seed into her dark hole.

  Connor’s body slumped forward, his mind free-falling into darkness at the waves of pleasure. This was as close to heaven as a monster like him would ever get, and he knew it. He eased out of her slowly, checking her flesh for cuts and tears. Molly’s skin looked unharmed, a fact he was absurdly proud of considering he was the bastard who had strapped her down and punished her. She was quivering below him, presumably unaware if her penance was over or not.

  Poor little kitten.

  “That was as amazing as I’d hoped.”

  The words spilled from him unthinkingly, and he smiled as they resounded. Her escape attempt was almost worth the angst if it meant he got to claim her like this, but nonetheless, this wasn’t the end. Her punishment wasn’t over yet.

  “Hold that arse up,” he instructed as he reached for the dildo again. “I’m going to keep it plugged. Only I will decide when it will be free. Have you got that?”

  She nodded as small whimpers escaped her gagged lips. Holding her cheeks apart with one large hand, he used her own arousal to slide the dildo back into her. There was a groan as it slotted into place, and he patted her bottom approvingly.

  Time to free that mouth, he decided. At least for the time being.

  Striding to the other end of the bench, Connor dropped into a low crouch and unfastened the gag from the back of her head. He pulled the unruly strands of dark hair from her face and examined his captive. She looked exhausted, and honestly, he could relate. It had been a long time since either of them had slept properly, and personally Connor was ready for rest.

  “I’m done with you for now,” he told her as he stroked the top of her head.

  Her eyes flew to his, but she said nothing in reply.

  “You’ve been paddled, and pretty thoroughly fucked for your performance in the woods. You can have a few moments to stretch your jaw and then I’m replacing the ball with one of my favorite dental gags.”

  The sound of his voice reverberated around the place, and he wondered how the words sounded to Molly. Her eyes widened at his statement, but still there was no verbal response. Was she frustrated by the orgasms he’d denied her, sore from the spanking or the fucking, or just too tired to care? There was no way for him to know, short of asking her directly, and he was too tired to play that game right now. Either way, Molly would have plenty of time to mull over her state of mind in the cage, because that’s where she was headed next.

  Connor gave her a couple of minutes while he cleaned up the area, and then he selected the large metal gag from his collection. There was little doubt the dental gag was an evil-looking contraption, but something about the way it held the mouth permanently open always made him hard. Knowing that she’d be down here, plugged, caged and gagged with this thing was going to be enough to make his rest even sweeter than normal. He couldn’t wait.

  He forced the gag into her mouth. Molly didn’t fight him, but she didn’t help him either, so it took him a few moments to secure her lips around the metal. Once the strap was secured, he took a step back to glance down at her. The dental gag compelled her lips wider than the ball gag, and left her mouth totally open and exposed. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining how great it would feel fucking her face with this gag in place.

  Now was not the time for that though. Now, he needed to rest. One at a time, he unstrapped her limbs, braced for the imp to come at him, despite her ordeal. When she barely even moved, he coaxed her to the tiles, connecting her lead to the collar at her neck.

  “Into the cage now, kitten.”

  The instruction was firm, but gentle, and she raised her head to acknowledge it. He thought he saw defiance in her eyes, and for a moment there was an impasse between them. He didn’t want to have to force her into the cage, although he would if he had to, so it was with some relief that he saw her limbs beginning to crawl toward the open door. He led her there, waiting for her to retreat inside before he tied the end of her leash to the metal bars, and locked the opening with the waiting padlock.

  Standing back, he took a good look at the open-mouthed kitten inside the cage.

  “You’ll stay in there gagged until I decide you’ve had enough,” he told her. “And do not even think about removing it. Remember, I can see you, and I can hear you. If you so much as touch the buckle, you’ll double the amount of time you’re already going to be spending in that cage.”

  Molly’s eyes blinked furiously, but of course, there was no way she could respond. Smiling, he stalked from the small cage, heading toward the staircase, and the comfort of his bedroom.

  Chapter Eleven

  The isolation of the cage was debilitating. It wasn’t just that she couldn’t really move, or get out, although that was bad enough. It was more like once the light flickered out and Connor’s footsteps became distant, she was completely and utterly alone. She’d been alone before of course, plenty of times. She worked alone usually, much preferring the splendid isolation of her writing desk to the busy, city malls. And she’d been thoroughly alone since Connor had snatched away her normality, whether it was in the bedroom upstairs, or the dark woods which had tormented her during her failed escape bid.

  Escape.

  That idea seemed more and more distant as she sat crunched up inside the metal bars. Now that he had caught her – again – there was really no hope of ever getting out of here. Panic swelled in her chest, tightening until it seemed impossible to take another breath. Of course, the horrid gag forced into her mouth did nothing to quell her rising panic. Her fingers rose to her mouth, outlining the sides of the evil metal. It was definitely a dental gag like he’d said; a device designed to force and keep her mouth wide open. Molly had written about similar ones herself, and she was ashamed to admit she’d also fantasized about them. Having to actually wear one, however
, was quite a different thing. The device was vicious, maintaining her open lips with brutality. She had a pretty good idea how she looked in the thing, and the thought made her cringe. Her digits paused at the place the metal of the gag met the leather of the strap. Connor’s words about the thing echoed through her mind in warning.

  “Do not even think about removing it.” His voice had practically been a snarl. “Remember, I can see you, and I can hear you. If you so much as touch the buckle, you’ll double the amount of time you’re already going to be spending in that cage.”

  Her fingers fell away at the memory, her heart pounding faster at the thought that he might be watching her at this moment. Even in this dim light she was sure he had cameras which could see her. Would he think she’d been trying to loosen the gag already? Was her fate already sealed?

  Calm down, she reminded herself. If you want to survive this, then you’ve got to breathe.

  But, did she want to survive this?

  The question popped into her head like a light going on, flickering as though her life depended upon its answer. She’d never contemplated giving up before. Whatever Connor had thrown at her, done to her, she had always endured. Shamefully, sometimes she had even enjoyed. But now, this was different. This was bleak, like peering over the edge of oblivion and finding nothing there but the strangest black comfort in the end.

  The end.

  The words jarred her from her misery for a moment, reminding her of the many manuscripts requiring her attention. Molly had two new series which needed conclusions, plus three other manuscripts half-written. The fact that she might never get to actually finish those books made her sad. It was absurd really, that in the depths of her despair, all she could think about were her stories, but it was the truth. In many ways, those books had become the children she’d never had. She loved each and every one of them, whatever their strengths and weaknesses, and now she might never get to see them again.