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

by Felicity Brandon

  She demanded it.

  The hot mouth at her breast rose, but still he was close. So close she could feel his breath against her hard nipple.

  “I think my pet likes her reward.” His murmur was a sensual caress across her aching breast. “Am I right?”

  Molly gulped, fighting for air as the heat of arousal began to overwhelm her senses. The son of a bitch knew how horny she was. He knew she was poised right on the edge of ecstasy – a place he had taken her to – and now what? He wanted to ask twenty questions?

  “Yes, Master,” she panted. “I like this.”

  The sound of his wry laughter filled the bed around her, making her frustrated and exasperated in equal measure. She shifted her weight as best her aching limbs would allow, feeling the all too familiar tug of the collar at her neck. Somehow the pull spoke directly to her needy clit, which rose to meet Connor’s hand just above it.

  “Good,” he soothed as his green gaze fixed her again. “I am pleased, and I like that you like this. I want to bring you pleasure, little pet, and I will.” There was a pause as his gaze speared her with a new intensity. “Obedience, and then pleasure. Do you understand?”

  Molly blinked up at him, her hips rolling reflexively, though she knew she never ordered them to move. “Yes, Master,” she replied breathlessly. “I understand.”

  Connor’s mouth lowered until it was less than an inch above her aching bud. She knew if she thrusted her chest north, the breast would find its target, yet she didn’t dare risk his wrath and lose the path to pleasure altogether.

  “Let me hear you then,” he told her firmly. “Obedience, and then pleasure.”

  Molly’s lids slid closed for a moment as she absorbed this latest demand. He wanted her to repeat the words, to show her understanding, and that’s when it all became clear. This prize she’d earned wasn’t about a reward, it was just another twisted lesson. A lesson in obedience. A lesson to be reinforced with the promise of pleasure.

  “Obedience, and then pleasure.”

  The words rolled from her lips like an echo, and then it was done. She had said them, his softening expression telling her she had passed this latest little test.

  “I’m sorry there’s so much pain in our story.”

  The sound of his voice startled her. The timbre was softer than before, and sounded far more sincere. Molly glanced up with large, inquiring eyes, wondering what this latest mind fuck was all about. One moment he was reinforcing his lesson, and the next he was proffering an apology? Even for Connor, this was fucked up.

  “I’ll try to make the next chapter a little happier,” he assured her. “If you behave yourself.”

  She nodded, her breathing coming out in short, erratic bursts. “I’ll behave,” she murmured, feeling the heat in her core burgeon.

  She was met by his devastating smile. “Yes, you will, pet,” he told her. “No more running. You don’t run from me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  He replayed that moment again in his mind, even as he gazed down at her.

  “Obedience, and then pleasure.”

  The words were like music to his ears, and added impetus to his already engorged cock. Connor twisted his body, seeking her right fist which was balled in his dark bedding, and drawing it north to her face. Pinning her down gently, he stroked the side of her face with his free hand.

  “I’m sorry there’s so much pain in our story,” he murmured thoughtfully.

  Molly’s eyes locked with his at the sound of the apology. The look of that expression on her pretty face cut through Connor like a sharpened blade, and he hoped she could hear the sincerity in his tone because he meant it. He was sorry. He might get off on the pain, and maybe if he was truly lucky, she would too, but he wasn’t so deluded that he thought Molly was really enjoying this. No way. But he wanted her to. He was a twisted son of a bitch, but if she was going to be his kitten, then he needed her on board. She had to want to want him, not just play along while she plotted her next escape.

  Doubt riddled his mind. Maybe he had been too hard on her at the cabin. Perhaps it was just too soon to take her there? He’d been reckless to move her so early in the training, and yet he just couldn’t help himself. There was just something about Molly, and he had to dominate her. Entirely.

  She reminded him of his first. The first woman who’d ever caught his attention, and submitted to him. Lydia Walker was her name, and she had surrendered in the most sublime way, but that submission was different. It was offered by choice, not taken by force.

  She had been a free spirit, more alive than anyone he’d ever known. The very essence of the woman had awoken some primal part of him. It had been the strongest attraction Connor had ever felt. Until Molly that was. Lydia was like a wildfire, spreading mayhem wherever she skipped, although she had no idea how powerful her intensity was. From the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her, Connor had known. He was going to be the man to dampen her flames; he was going to be the one who tamed her, who controlled her. Little did he know, he was also the man who was going to extinguish Lydia altogether.

  The old pressure in his chest tightened, robbing him of his breath, and Connor felt his brows knit as Lydia clouded his mind. He hadn’t thought of her in some time, and now, snuggled between the legs of another woman, hardly seemed the most opportune time to start the angst anew.

  “I’ll try to make the next chapter a little happier,” he assured her, pushing the thoughts of dowsed flames from his head. “If you behave yourself.”

  She nodded, apparently fighting to catch her own breath as she answered him. “I’ll behave,” she mumbled.

  He smiled reflexively as a sense of bizarre pride filled his chest. Maybe there was a chance for them. Maybe Molly really could be what Lydia could never be. Maybe they really could make this thing between them work?

  Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. The word ran through this mind like an out of tune nursery rhyme.

  “Yes, you will, pet,” he told her. “No more running. You don’t run from me.”

  She nodded, her lips parting again as his mouth brushed over her mouth gently. “No more run…” she began, but he devoured her sentence with his mouth, which captured her lips in one deft movement.

  There was a groan from beneath him as the sensual connection burgeoned, Connor’s right hand seeking out her free palm in the frenzy of caresses and drawing it north to where the other hand was pinioned in place. Now, he had her. Not just chained and cowered, but he was starting to make headway into her beautiful mind as well. Breaking the intensity, he shifted back to his left side, keeping her wrists held in place over her head, while his right hand slid lazily back toward Molly’s sex. His fingers delved for her slick folds. Fuck, she was wet. The discovery sparked a lightning bolt which finished directly with his cock. It ached painfully at the reality, yearning to be back inside his pet.

  “Do you want your Master’s fingers?” he demanded, teasing her with one and then two soaked digits at the entrance to her sodden seam.

  “Yes. Yes, Master!” she moaned, her body language brazen as her thighs splayed wider beside him.

  Molly wasn’t even trying to fight the large palm which contained her hands. In fact, it seemed like she was actually reveling in its mastery of her. He suppressed the urge to grin as he shifted closer, cupping his right hand around her needy sex and pressing his fingers deeper inside her body.

  “You’ve got it, pet,” he told her, pushing his digits deeper still and relishing the feeling of her hot wetness all around them.

  She squeezed her intimate muscles around his fingers, groaning in appreciation at the act. The feeling nearly took his breath away, and for a moment his climax was almost forced upon him. Connor closed his eyes shut, willing himself some damn composure. By the time he’d opened them again, he found her gaze upon his face, her expression etched with expectant excitement.

  “Naughty pet,” he chided her playfully, but his tone made it clear there was no intent on his words.
r />   “Please, Master,” she panted. “More.”

  Connor shook his head wistfully at her words, but his fingers were already reacting to the contrary. They eased in and out of her slick sex, eliciting more carnal moans from her delicious mouth, and more hedonistic throbs from his desperate erection. Using the edge of his palm, he pressed down at the excited little nub at the front of her sex. The one which craved his attention now, more than ever. Her response was guttural and immediate. Molly’s back arched next to him, her knees spreading as far apart as his body would allow, and her head rolling back by his forearm.

  “You’re going to come for me,” he growled, the words almost a warning. “And as you do, I want your eyes open and on your Master.”

  A pained noise escaped her throat, but Molly moved to obey, shifting her head to glance upon him as his fingers continued their relentless pursuit of her pleasure. She was the picture of fucking sex, her delicate features worn with her own desperate need, her nipples pebbling wonderfully, and her arms still pinned easily in place by his left hand. It wouldn’t take long to bring her to orgasm at this rate, and as he gazed into her big blue eyes, he knew how close they both were to the edge.

  “Obedience, and then pleasure,” he whispered over her face. “Tell me as you come, kitten.”

  As if her body was his toy, her pleasure peaked at that moment. Connor felt all of her muscles tense at the same time, her lips pulled apart as the first wave of ecstatic sensation hit her.

  “Tell me,” he snarled, intentionally pressing hard against her clit as she lay taut, trapped in his hedonistic web.

  “Oh, obedience, and then pleasure,” she screeched in what sounded like a long exhalation of words.

  Her gaze had glassed over slightly, presumably the burden of the pleasure had become too much, but his kitten had done well. She’d kept her eyes open and on him as he’d demanded.

  “Good pet,” he cooed, leaning down to capture her open mouth again before she could recover.

  Molly surrendered at once, her body melting as his tongue probed her, imitating his fingers, which were still creating their own sweet rhythm below. As he drew away, he assessed the woman lying beside him. She looked stunned, literally lost for words. Quite a feat for a writer, he mused wryly as he pulled his fingers from her spasming pussy.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, gripping his hard length and using her arousal to lubricate his shaft as he jerked off beside her. Connor already knew the answer though, and he reached for the condom which was waiting on his night stand.

  By the time he glanced back, Molly’s eyes had flitted to his cock, her gaze widening perceptibly as she took in the sheer size of him. Evidently in the midst of her recent trials, she’d forgotten just how big her Master was. She was panting as she replied, her tongue drawn to her lower lip as though it was acting on pure instinct.

  “Fuck, yes!” she declared, already squirming to move from his iron grip.

  “Watch your mouth, pet,” he warned with a smile. “You may have my cock, but you still belong to me. Remember?”

  As if he wanted to reinforce the point, his right hand left his erection and shot to her breasts, slapping them both with moderate force. She yelped at the impact, eyeing him wildly, but said nothing to counter his point. When she had quieted, he released the wrists he’d imprisoned for so long and rolled onto his back.

  “Mount me,” he instructed. The command firm despite its unexpected meaning.

  Her small brow rose at the order, but she was moving as fast as her no-doubt aching limbs would allow, climbing onto her knees. Eyeing him for a brief second, she shifted her left leg, straddling his thighs in one fluid movement. The chain at her neck strained between their bodies, its presence a reminder that while she may be on top at this moment, he was in charge. There was just the smallest wince as her knee impacted against the covers, but she settled at once, gazing down at him with large, expectant eyes.

  Connor met her gaze, taking in the sight of her straddling his hard musculature. The flesh of her legs sat snuggly beside his thighs, her hot sex still slick against his balls. The notion made his cock literally ache, a sensation which he was sure she couldn’t have missed as he opened the foil packet and slid the condom over his shaft. Her hair was a mess, matting together against the sheen of sweat on her face. He raised his right hand, tracing a line over her glistening skin which began at her collar bone, and slid down between her heaving breasts. The digit continued to the place where her clit met his shaft, and Molly gasped at the no doubt sensitive contact. Lifting the finger, he examined it in the small bedside light behind him, before sliding it into his hot mouth. This sweat was his. He had provoked it. He had ordered her to earn it, and he loved it. The taste of Molly filled up his senses, making his dick pulse hungrily between them. She was sweet and musky, and every inch of her was entirely his. Regardless of her disheveled appearance, she looked red hot to him, the essence of womanhood and everything he’d ever wanted. His very own pet to train, to chain, to adore.

  His hand shifted back to his cock as he rose to his left elbow. The motion made her fall back slightly, giving him just enough room to fist his shaft from the balls all the way to the tip. Fuck, that felt good, but he knew something which would feel even better…

  “Climb on, pet,” he ordered in a growl.

  Usually her face registered the viscous timbre of that tone, but this time there was nothing. Not even a flinch passed her expression as she inched forward over his waiting erection. As she hovered over him, their gazes met again, hers etched with only the most primal desire: to be filled up by his enormous cock.

  A moment later Molly was in control, aligning the tip of his shaft with her wetness, and plunging down hard upon him. Guttural noises left their lips in unison as the full depth of his possession became clear, although as he gazed up at the woman riding his cock, he began to wonder if it was really him possessing her at all. She was clearly in her element, taking his erection and making it her own. Her tits bounced beautifully as she rose and then fell over his shaft again, her cunt gripping him gratefully with each pass. Connor’s eyes fell closed at the rush of animalistic sensations.

  Fuck.

  Surely, sex like this was too good to be true? It was like something from the pages of one of her sordid books, but then that was the point, wasn’t it? These were now the pages of Molly’s books. This was their story, and as soon as he’d had enough of this sweet pussy, he’d have her writing it again. And right now, there was a lot to catch up on.

  “Fuck, Molly.”

  The words bled from his mouth of their own accord, and his eyes flew open at the sound of them. She was gasping in response, riding him harder and faster, with some new vigor – perhaps from his unexpected statement. Connor hadn’t intended to call her by her name. He hadn’t intended to speak at all, but the weight of the emotions in him had become too much. The days of anticipating this fuck, the months of careful planning, the years he’d waited for her. They all came down to this. This moment of connection, the scent of sweat on sweat, the wet thud of her cunt hammering down against his balls, over and over and over, until… it was just too much. The chain at her neck might claim his possession of her, but right now, his pet was very much in charge. She claimed his body each time she slammed over him, her hot, wet space enveloping him, taking what was hers, and demanding more.

  The look of her there was mesmerizing, a vision which he knew would haunt his dreams for years to come. Like a wild banshee, she rode him, her small fists landing on his chest as she ground her hips, flexing them forward as she took what she needed. Connor considered calling time on proceedings, rolling her onto her back and taking control of the sex, but somehow, he didn’t have the inclination. It was the strangest thing, but he was fucking loving this. He loved the way she took charge. He loved the way she was owning him.

  His hands, which had been folded beneath his head, rose to grasp her fists. The deed snapped Molly out of whatever carnal daydream she�
��d been lost in, her eyes widening at the sudden contact.

  “Come for me again, pet,” he commanded her sensually as he pulled her body lower toward his chest.

  Her eyes fluttered closed at the order, but Connor could tell from the rocking of her hips that she had already accepted the challenge. “Yes, Master,” she murmured, shifting her position until she found that spot which presumably would send her right to the heights she wanted.

  He relaxed his grip on her a little, forcing her hands to open so his digits could interlink with them while she chased her second orgasm of the evening. His cock felt fit to burst, but he wasn’t going to come. Not yet. Not until he’d watched her unravel over his thighs. This was just too damn perfect.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Surrendering to Connor was as easy as taking her next breath. It was simply the most natural thing in the world, and as his fingers linked with hers, she could already sense the wall of pleasure looming. When he ordered her to come again, her eyes fell shut and she buried her face against the warmth of his chest. The new position gave her throbbing clit everything it needed, the increased friction bringing her to the peak of her climax faster than she’d thought possible after so recently orgasming.

  “Yes, Master,” she mumbled as her hips thrust forward again, cocooning his cock in her urgent pursuit of pleasure.

  The wave hit her like a tsunami, overwhelming her every conscious thought until there was nothing but his skin at her lips, her desperate clenching muscles, and the hot, wet connection between them. Molly called out, the sound a strangled noise which was almost pained as it escaped her mouth.