Taken: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 1)
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“Open wide now,” he called out, his tone equally annoying and patronizing. “It’s time to take what’s coming to you.”
She watched fearfully as he shifted to his knees beyond her face. “Please,” she panted again, barely able to pull the air in and out as cold panic took hold of her.
Unimpressed with her effort so far, Connor lurched forward, grabbing her ponytail with one fist and yanking her head back hard. “I told you to open.”
Pain ricocheted through her at the sudden hurt, tears springing to her eyes as her face and chest were lifted from the duvet.
“But, I…” she began, but her words were cut short as the plastic descended.
Her words had given him the opportunity he was looking for, and he shoved the length of plastic rather unceremoniously into her open cavity as she started her defense. Molly squealed, writhing like a serpent as he pushed the intruder deeper into her mouth. Before she could comprehend the full enormity of her plight, the gag was already in place. Connor moved with lightning reflexes, the hand at her hair vanishing to capture the dangling strap, while his free hand darted from her mouth to grab the other side of the gag. He pulled them tight at once, preventing her from pushing the gag out of her mouth, and before she knew what had happened, she felt him securing the buckle at the back of her head.
She shook her head, furious at her predicament. Now she wasn’t only naked and bound, but she was gagged, and in the most humiliating way. The plastic invaded her whole orifice, pushing her tongue flat and forcing her mouth wide, all at the same time. And worst still, there was nothing she could do to stop or prevent it. She was utterly powerless, a fact that made her pussy throb despite her horrid situation.
Her mind boggled. How could she find this exciting? How can any of this be arousing? Any yet, despite her anxiety, she knew she did, and if Connor chose to, he could ascertain as much for himself.
“Look at you,” he purred as he stood over her writhing form. “You’re fucking glorious, Molly, and finally I can keep that mouth of yours under control for a while.”
She moaned around the plastic invasion, angry and disgusted at her treatment. Hot tears burned in her eyes as she imagined how she looked from his perspective. She was completely caught in his web now, and fuck only knew how she could ever get out of it, but somehow, she had to.
Connor laughed darkly in response to the guttural sounds emulating from her. He stood there motionless for a long moment, just watching her frustrated struggles. Molly was aware of him in her peripheral vision, and she knew he was watching her. She couldn’t see his face, but she envisioned that smug smile plastered all over it, and somehow, she knew he was enjoying the sight of her powerlessness. This is what he wanted. This is what got him off. In fact, her show was probably making him hard even as she fought against the ropes.
Fuck.
The realization made her still for the first time since Connor had forced the gag into her mouth, and a low sob caught at the back of her throat.
“Stopped fighting already, have you?”
The sound of his voice interrupted her internal wretchedness, and she tilted her head toward it. Connor’s intonation suggested he was surprised at the observation, if not disappointed. She lowered her face into the soft cover before her. It was the first time she’d relaxed her neck since the irritating plastic conquered her mouth. She had no intention of trying to respond to his query, and at any rate, she knew she couldn’t. She dreaded to think how humiliating her voice would sound with this awful gag in place, and there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of finding out.
“Fine,” he said, and this time she definitely heard his displeasure. “Then you can stay there for a while and think about controlling your tongue, because as this lesson will teach you, if you don’t control it, then I will…”
There was a pause, and then the sound of his heavy footsteps moving in the direction of the door. Molly turned her head toward the exit, able to see him approach the doorway.
“Don’t forget I’ll be watching,” he told her without looking back.
She stared as he walked out of view, leaving her miserable and alone.
Chapter Eighteen
Time. There never used to be enough of it. She had always been late, running from one appointment to the next, aware of each new deadline as it loomed over her. As Molly lay there, she remembered those deadlines. She remembered Hannah, and the long ‘to-do’ list they had for the next month. They were all still out there. Her next two books were due back to the publisher within weeks, and as the ropes dug into her wrists, she realized for the first time, she wasn’t going to meet those targets anymore. Not unless something changed. Not unless she could get out of here.
Time here, in this small room, was quite the opposite of time in the real world. Here time was protracted. Seconds could fill whole hours and minutes felt like days. That’s how it was as she lay stomach down on the old duvet, her wrists bound tightly behind her back and her mouth stuffed with the revolting gag.
Which makes you really wet.
She ignored the small taunting voice in her head which goaded her with its half-truths. Yes, she realized miserably, she may be wet, but that was irrelevant. This was not some pretty fairy tale. This was real life, and Molly had been taken, drugged and stripped. God only knew what else this Connor wanted to do to her, but the thought made her insides clench for all the wrong reasons.
What is it he had told her? He wanted her to write for him. Molly snorted, shaking her head at the idea. Write for him? She had about ten manuscripts at home which required her attention right now, and this crazy guy wanted her to write for him?
She lifted her neck again, peering around the room as best she could. She tried not to think about the bedding she was lying on or how dirty it looked. She tried not to think about the slight wheeze in her chest, or how long her lungs would hold up without her asthma drugs. She tried not to think about how ridiculous she must look as she squirmed. Or how the sick fuck was probably watching her right now through the camera in the corner right above her head, jerking off as she struggled. Instead she applied her focus to something more productive. Getting up from this absurd position. She may not be able to remove the gag with her hands bound, but her feet were still broadly free. If she rolled herself onto her back, then it was just possible she could at least sit up. Her abs were reasonably strong from years of pilates, and she reasoned it must be worth a shot. Sitting would be significantly less humiliating then rolling around the floor like some sort of stuffed pig at a medieval banquet.
Molly didn’t waste any more time thinking about it. Instead, she acted. It felt good to actually move after goodness knew how long lying on the floor, and with one concerted effort she rolled herself left. She landed on her back against the thin carpet, but her bound wrists made the transition much harder than she’d imagined. As she moved, the chains at her ankles rattled. The sound reverberated deeply within her, reminding Molly that she was a prisoner here. She closed her eyes at the indignation of the whole thing, willing herself the strength to keep going. Panting against the large plastic in her mouth was all the more overwhelming now that she was on her back. Get up, she told herself. Get. Up! Engaging her toned stomach muscles, she did just that, rising slowly until she was sat upright at the far end of the duvet.
Relief coursed through her, and she wriggled her fingers behind her back. Even a few moments like that – with her whole bodyweight pressed into her bound wrists – had sent the sensation fleeing from her digits, and it was good to get some of the feeling back in them. She wanted to whoop at the small victory, but the gag made that practically impossible. Instead, Molly edged herself backwards, inch by inch, until her back rested against the side of the bed. Her chest heaved at the effort, and at how uncomfortable she still was, bound and naked in this strange place. Instinctively she glanced down at her naked breasts, watching the rise and fall of her chest. As she did, she felt drool collecting at the front of her g
ag. Molly jerked her head back up immediately, but it was already too late. Unable to swallow, she felt the saliva as it slipped from her open mouth, beginning its descent down her chin.
She sobbed unhappily, imagining just how she looked. She was a writer for fuck’s sake, it was her job to imagine every excruciating detail, and she didn’t need a mirror to see herself. Molly knew all too well just how humiliating this scene was. She rolled her right side against the edge of the mattress, eyeing the camera in the far corner. Was Connor watching her now? Had he seen her agonizing progress from the floor to the bed? The knot of tension tightened cruelly as she considered for the first time just what he might think. Would he be angry that she moved without his permission? Would he punish her even more? She glanced down her nudity miserably. She was already gagged, bound and naked, and had been soundly spanked. What more could he do to her?
The sound of footsteps outside drew her attention, and her heart began to race out of control. Eyeing the room around her she considered her options. Maybe she could make it to her feet, but even then, where could she go? In her panic, another pool of saliva made its way south, hitting her chest, and already she knew it was too late. She could hear his heavy footfall as it approached, and she knew what they meant. All too soon, she would have the answer to her questions. She would know what he thought about her little escapades, and exactly what he intended to do about them.
Chapter Nineteen
Connor entered the room, his towering presence in the doorway casting a long shadow which hung over the trembling woman. Of course, she was trying not to tremble, he could see that. Her face was impassive, her eyes ready to meet him, but beneath the steely exterior, he could see the tension in her body, the rapid intakes of breath and the flicker of fear beneath those long lashes.
“What’s been happening here, Molly?” His tone low and foreboding.
Naturally he already knew the answer to his own question, since he’d been watching her antics with interest from his laptop in the kitchen. The question was rhetorical in many ways, and yet he did expect an answer. Locking eyes with Molly for a long moment he smiled. She was still nicely gagged, and as such, quite unable to respond regardless. His answer would have to wait.
She gulped in front of him, her eyes darting around his face as she presumably tried to decide how much danger she was in. Connor shifted from his place in the doorway, approaching Molly slowly.
“Naughty little Molly,” he cooed from over her head. “You can’t even behave yourself when you’re being punished, can you?” By now he was towering over her body and acting on some type of reflex, Molly drew her knees up in front of her body.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice less playful than it had been a moment ago.
Duly she obeyed, her widening eyes telling him that she was more than aware of the imminent threat. He held her gaze as he slowly lowered himself into a crouch by her right side. As his large hand neared her face, Molly recoiled, but still his palm continued its path, until it landed gently at her cheek.
“You are so perfect like this,” he whispered to her, as though he was her tender lover instead of her captor. His fingers traced a line around the outside of the gag, his gaze burning into her face as he began the circle for the second time. “After all, Molly, you don’t need your mouth to write for me. I can keep you gagged a lot if it pleases me…”
The evidence of her panic was clear as Connor’s voice trailed away, and her expression made him hard again. She shook her head from side to side, forcing his fingers from her open lips as she moaned around the plastic.
Oh, fuck. That noise. The sound she made through the gag was almost enough to make him come on the spot. Connor drew in a deep breath before he responded in his usual wry tone. “You like the sound of that?”
Molly shook her head again, even fiercer this time, and he saw the tears burning in her eyes.
“How do you like your gag?” he continued, ignoring her pleas. “I chose it for you especially, Molly.” He paused, eyeing the black plastic which was held tight in her mouth. “Restrained was actually the inspiration for this purchase, so in a way, you chose the gag.”
He laughed at the trepidation in her eyes. Evidently, she had not been expecting one of her own bestsellers to be the muse for this moment. “I remembered how much Claire enjoyed the gag in that book,” he went on, “and also how it helped her gag reflex to have the dildo in her mouth all the time.”
Connor paused, throwing her a salacious wink and from beside him the woman began to pant. He surveyed her for a moment, before the hand at her chin fell to her exposed tits. They pebbled immediately at his touch, and with her wrists still bound and out of the way, there was literally nothing she could do to prevent him from exploring her wonderful curves.
“I was going to release the gag so that you could begin our story,” he told her. “But in light of your recent actions, I think not.”
He recalled the look of Molly as she’d struggled against the bondage. When she’d forced her body onto her back, revealing her pert breasts, he’d completely lost it. As he fisted his cock to satisfaction, it had been the image of those tits that he’d imagined coming over. They were perfect. He pinched the nipple in his hand as if to prove the point, the stimulus eliciting a groan from little Molly as she shook her head again. Apparently, she wanted the gag out.
“What’s that, Molly?” he asked her, playing with her tightening bud a little more – just because he could. “You want to keep the gag in whilst you work?”
Molly shook her head harder, crying openly now. “Noooo,” she tried to call, but the sound was hopelessly muffled around the plastic dominating her mouth.
“I agree wholeheartedly,” he said, smiling at her wretched response. “Naughty girls who cannot stay where they are put can enjoy their penance a while longer.”
With those words he rose, leaving her sobbing as he crossed the duvet to his favorite dresser. This time he opened the third drawer down, eyeing the extensive collection of restraints purposefully. Selecting another set of long chains, which matched the ones at Molly’s feet, he turned and wandered back to her.
“Eyes on me now.” His tone was suddenly curt, and it seemed to catch her by surprise. Her tearful gaze fell over him, her eyes catching sight of the new chains in his right hand. “It’s time for you to do some work now,” he told her in no uncertain terms. “I was going to let you work from your lap, but since I apparently cannot trust you, I have had to rethink.” He paused, watching as her chest rose and fell frantically at his words. “Instead I am going to offer you a chair, but since you’re so keen to move, I’ll be keeping you chained. And the gag stays in…” Connor took a stride in her direction, dropping once again so that he was eye to eye with his captive. “Do you understand?”
Molly’s eyes were full with tears as she began to nod. He watched as the tear drops fell, meeting the pool of saliva now collecting at her chin. She looked amazing, and he hoped the cameras would be getting a decent shot of all the action. Just in case, he slid his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, activating the camera with one swipe and holding it out in front of her. She watched, wide-eyed as he took a sequence of images, starting at her gagged face, and lowering down the length of her naked body to the chains at her feet.
Damn it, she was so hot like this. Too fucking hot.
Chapter Twenty
Molly sobbed as he set about organizing the room. Her head throbbed in pain as he rushed from one place to the next, panic gripping her chest as he produced what looked like a dining room chair. There was nothing particularly disconcerting about the seat, but she hated what it represented; that was her next source of indignation – her next prison.
Connor arrived then with a small table. It seemed like it belonged to a nest, but it was just big enough for the laptop he’d brought earlier to rest upon. He turned to her, seemingly satisfied with his arrangements for the time being.
“On your feet,” he ordered.
Connor eyed her suspiciously. Evidently what little trust he had in his captive had waned considerably after her recent performances. Slowly he approached, rounding her left side and spinning her body toward the waiting table and chair.
“I’m going to untie these ropes now,” he told her in a low tone. “Don’t worry, little Molly, there’ll already be new chains in place before the ropes disappear, but you will have more freedom.”
She pulled in another breath as a new barrage of drool cascaded down her chest. Shuddering with mortification, she listened hard, hearing the sounds of the chains she’d seen him with earlier, and then acknowledging a cold metal cuff as it slid around her right wrist. There was a hard tug against both arms. Hard enough to jerk her body backwards a little, and she gasped as best she could around the horrid plastic intruder still lodged between her lips.
“Now the ropes can come off,” he announced dryly, “but just you remember what happens to little girls who piss me off.”
She squeezed her eyes shut at his warning, holding her breath as the tight binds at her wrists finally fell away. The relief in her arms was immediate, and as her left wrist fell to her side, Connor slid the metal cuff over it, locking it into place. Even though she was still in bondage, she felt an unlikely gratitude for the chains, and the movement they permitted.