“In there?” she said, her voice disbelieving as she asked.
Connor had no idea why she’d struggle to believe he was going to make her sleep in the dog bed. Had he not made his feelings on this subject clear, after all? She was his pet now. What had she imagined would happen at this point?
“Yes,” he replied curtly, pointing to the spot where the bed now lay. “In there.”
She gulped as he approached, slipping between her kneeling frame and the bed to release the leash from his bed post.
“In you go,” he ordered, gesturing for her to move. “Into your bed, pet.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Slowly she rose to all fours, crawling the short distance to the pet bed. The interior was cosy and surprisingly warm as she settled inside, but there was no getting away from the reality. She was in a dog bed – again – and that’s where he expected her to stay.
Molly watched as Connor busied himself around the room. Producing a new length of chain, he worked at extending the leash attached to her collar so that now it ran from the post nearest his pillow to the dog bed. There was so much slack in the chain that it lay in a pile on the floor next to her, and she was eyeing it wistfully until Connor’s movement drew her attention once more. He had begun to strip, and she crouched, huddled as best she could with the damn clothespins still attached, hypnotized by the look of him.
Connor unbuttoned his shirt slowly, almost as though he was putting on a show for her, and casually shrugged the fabric from his shoulders. Molly’s gaze fell over his naked torso for the very first time. She had been naked and vulnerable for so long, that she hadn’t really considered how he would look, but as the moment arrived, her eyes devoured the sight of him. His body was lean, yet strong and chiseled. He wasn’t massive, but she could see the contours of his muscles, the defined pectorals, and the rippling abdominals and the vision made her breath catch. This man, the crazy lunatic who’d snatched her away from her life, was fine. He was the type of guy Molly wrote about. Not too young, not too old. Muscular, but not too big. He seemed intelligent, organized and determined. He should be damned perfect. Except he had taken her, without thought, without permission and without regard for her. Or had he? Connor could clearly be a sadist, but he was also thoughtful and kind. He had shown her compassion when he gave her pleasure, and what about her inhalers? How in the hell had he managed to get hold of those?
Molly’s mind whirred with the internal conflict. She’d been captured by a thoughtful sadist, and now what? Now, she lived as his pet? Sleeping in dog beds and eating from the floor? She wanted to balk at the concept, and she would have done too, if it hadn’t made her so damn horny.
“Face down. Show me your behind.”
The command broke through her foggy musings, and her gaze darted straight back to the man who gave it. He was staring at her, his eyes loaded with some new, dark intensity.
“Sir?” she whispered, forcing the query from her mouth.
“You heard me,” he replied, stonily. “Shift that body and stick your arse up in the air.”
Her body was moving then, a new terror washing through her. Was he going to punish her again? Spank her, or maybe something worse? He’d threatened her with his belt earlier, and the thought made it difficult to breathe. Molly’s head reeled as she tried to think what she’d done to piss him off this time, and all the while she was shifting, until she found herself back on her hands and knees. Pressing the side of her face down into the soft pet bed, Molly forced her ass up to meet his gaze. The clothespins were forced flat, sending a spike of pain through her body.
In her peripheral vision, she saw him approach her. Connor towered over her submissive frame, his eyes drilling into her exposed and vulnerable sex.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and a second later he crouched behind her, his long digits grazing the backs of her thighs.
Instinctively, Molly whimpered. Anxiety ricocheted around her body, dread resurfacing at the prospect of what was to come. Before she knew what was happening, she began to shake. She could feel her legs trembling under his touch as the fear inside her mounted.
“What’s wrong, pet?” he asked, quizzically.
Molly caught her breath again, unsure if it was irony or concern she heard in his voice. “Are you angry with me, Sir?”
Connor’s laughter filled the air around her, burgeoning the sense of apprehension in her belly. “Angry, pet? Why, should I be angry with you?”
She tried to shake her head as best she could against the fur of the bed. “No!” she implored him. “No, Sir.” She caught the smile which reached his lips at her answer.
“Good,” he cooed, his digits rising until they approached her sex.
Molly swallowed. Unbelievably, she knew she was still wet. She was horny, despite the fear which made her tremble. The power Connor had over her at this moment was terrifying and intoxicating in equal measure.
“It’s time this came out,” he mused as his fingers ran over her labia and rose to the plug still tucked inside her bottom.
Molly gulped, her heart racing inside her chest. The butt-plug? Is that what this was about? Relief flooded her system, but she steeled herself despite the response. Connor could still punish her. He could do anything he liked, and that fact made it impossible to relax.
“Do you want this toy out, pet?”
His voice was a seductive whir, and as he spoke Molly could feel his fingers at her bottom; one and then a second digit circling the base of the plug.
She hesitated, unsure how to respond. Was Connor just fucking with her? If she admitted how much she’d love the thing to be gone, would he insist she endure it even longer? It seemed just the sort of sick, head-fuck game he’d play.
“Pet?” he snapped, the timbre of his voice making her body jump. “Answer me!”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, resolving in a matter of seconds that all she could do was be honest, whatever the consequences. “Yes, I would like it out… please.”
A dark chuckle reverberated around Molly again, making her body tense. Connor slapped her right cheek playfully.
“It won’t come out like that,” he told her. “You need to relax. Remember how we got it in there?”
Molly nodded her head desperately, more than able to recall the degrading moment he had forced the cold plug into her bottom. “Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
“Excellent,” came the reply. “Then you know what you need to do. Breathe deeply, pet. Let’s do this.”
Molly inhaled as instructed, her breath shaky as she pulled in the air through her mouth. Almost at once she was aware of a pressure on the plug, and Connor’s fingers gripping the base.
“Breathe,” he commanded, his tone firm.
She nodded, mewling as the pressure intensified.
“In,” he ordered slowly, easing the force on her ass. “And out, slowly…”
With that he tugged hard at the plug, and as she pushed the air from her lips, Molly felt the thing ease out of her. The sensation was intense and uncomfortable, but she trusted him. What choice did she have? She wanted the thing out, and it seemed Connor was prepared to deliver it for her. As the last of the breath left her, the plug slipped away. A wave of emotion washed over Molly. It was absurd, but true. She was so utterly vulnerable and powerless at this moment, and she blinked away the tears which welled in her eyes.
“I can’t wait to fuck that arse,” he murmured from behind her. His voice sounded so warm, it was almost tender.
Molly’s eyes flitted to his face, watching him gazing at her most intimate areas. His assertion terrified her, yet something about it also enthralled her. Connor was captivating as he knelt behind her, his authority making fresh moisture pool between her thighs.
“Get comfortable now,” he told her, rising to his feet.
Molly twisted in the bed, curling up as best she could. Her ass felt more comfortable without the plug, and she was thankful for that small mercy at least.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
He stepped back from the pet bed, watching Molly trying to acclimatize to her new environment. The clothespins were still clinging to her nipples, and he imagined how sore her breasts must be by now. Molly must really like the dull ache, because she hadn’t complained about the pegs at all, but he noticed now her gaze was captured by them. A wry smile formed on his lips, and he felt his brow arch at the look of her.
“Do you like the pegs, pet?” he probed, as he unbuckled the belt at his waist.
Molly’s eyes were on him at once, her gaze flaring at the look of his belt. “Erm, yes, Sir,” she mumbled, coloring fast at the admission. “But they’re making me sore now.”
“Are they?” he inquired as he drew the trousers at his hips down in the direction of the floor.
Connor noticed her gulp as he stepped out of them, kicking them toward the corner of the room. He was still painfully aroused, and his cock strained overtly against his expensive boxers.
“Yes, Sir.”
He paused, eyeing her severely. She seemed to shrivel under the weight of his stare, visibly becoming smaller as he began to inch back in her direction. “Perhaps they need to come off then? They have been on there a long time.”
Molly was nodding, but she looked even more than apprehensive as he approached.
“Kneel up,” he told her. “Let me take them.”
She obeyed at once, the look of her kneeling nudity making his erection throb harder. Passing in front of her, he stilled, reaching down to take the ends of both clothespins in his fingers.
“Get ready,” he purred from over Molly. “This may hurt a little.” There was a sardonic edge to his tone, but he gave Molly no time to process it. The clothespins were whipped from her nipples the next moment, eliciting a large gasp from her mouth.
She raised her chained hands, as though acting on some reflex, and her hands cradled the weight of her breasts. Connor permitted the deed for a moment, before he tugged gently on the leash attached to Molly’s collar.
“That’s enough,” he told her. “Hands down.”
Molly raised her chin to acknowledge the command as she complied. He noticed her soulful eyes were full of tears, and he wondered fleetingly if it was the pain in her tits which had caused them, or the enormity of her situation. Not that it mattered of course, Connor was changing nothing about her predicament, but the pained look in her eyes troubled him. He wanted to own her, to control her and to belittle her. He enjoyed it, and he knew what a sick fuck that made him, but it was true. For all of that though, he didn’t actually want to hurt her, not really. He just needed Molly to be afraid enough to do as she was told. It was a delicate balance to walk, but he was certain he could make it work. Connor would show her that any resistance would prove to be futile.
Gazing down at her, he reached forward to stroke her cheek. “You should rest,” he said softly. “I have lots of things in store for you tomorrow.”
Her eyes closed at his words, forcing one large tear to slip past her petite nose. “Please,” she whimpered, trembling under his touch.
Connor grabbed the metal chain running past his mattress and stepped over it to sit down on the bed. “Look at me,” he commanded, though his tone remained calm.
Molly shifted on her knees to face him, her eyes opening as he instructed.
“Are you afraid?” he asked, clutching the chain in his right hand to draw her body closer.
She swallowed, eyeing him intensely. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed in a barely audible whisper. He could tell from the conflicted expression on her face just how much it pained her to concede the point, but he appreciated her honesty, even if it did arouse him.
He moved, painfully aware of the throbbing need at his groin. He knew Molly must have seen it too, and he realized that would be doing little to quell her rising anxiety.
“If you do as you’re told, then you’ll be fine, little pet,” he told her. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a keeper.”
Connor watched as she transferred the weight between her knees, her lower lip catching between her teeth. “Keep me?” she murmured, her voice nervous.
“Yes,” he asserted, assessing her responses carefully. It was critical that he moved with precision now. He wanted Molly to be pliant and aroused, that way she would learn to obey him without question, and ultimately, she would come to desire him herself. If she was too petrified, then there was a chance she’d become a flight-risk and liable to bolt at any moment. If that happened, then he’d be forced to keep her chained indefinitely. Alternatively, she could switch off altogether, becoming little more than a doll for him to play with. Connor didn’t want either of those outcomes. He wanted a pliable little pet. A woman he could instruct and worship, and one who would love the power dynamic. Of course, it helped that Molly could also pen their story for him. After all the hot, dark romances he’d read, now he had the chance to live his own.
“Will you…” She hesitated. Evidently, whatever was about to come next was the crux of Molly’s fear.
“Go on,” he coaxed her.
Connor saw her physically brace herself as she complied. “Will you force yourself on me?”
Molly pushed the question out in one long breath, her gaze darting away from his muscular frame.
A long, deep sigh left his lips. “Pet,” his tone was curt again. “Look. At. Me.”
Slowly, she turned her head back to meet his gaze. There were tears in her eyes again, but she blinked them away hastily.
“I want you to listen to me,” he ordered her, “and listen well.”
She nodded, her expression anxious.
Connor’s gaze captured her, and intentionally he used it to pinion her in place as he spoke. “I will never force myself on you,” he told her. “I may be twisted, but I’m not into that.”
Molly bit her lip again as he concluded. Clearly, she didn’t share his optimistic view of her fate, and he supposed he could hardly blame her. “But, you said you wanted to fuck my ass,” she countered him, her voice quivering as she tried to explain.
Connor chuckled lightly, stroking her hair back from her face. He noticed fleetingly how dank her locks were, making a mental note to shower her tomorrow.
“Oh, I am going to fuck that delicious arse, pet,” he announced, glibly. “And that sweet pussy as well.”
She gasped, but she said nothing by means of reply.
“But I won’t need to force the acts upon you,” he continued. “Do you know why?”
Molly shook her head. She looked absolutely stunned by his words.
“You’ll be so desperate for me by then,” he proclaimed. “So hot, so wild and so soaking wet, that they’ll be no need for force. You’ll beg me to fuck you, pet, just you wait and see.”
She swallowed at that, but Connor noticed the satisfying blush which crept up from her neck. He had an idea that she liked the sound of what he described, and after her recent displays of arousal, she was really in no position to protest the point.
“Sleep now,” he commanded as he rose. “Settle down in your bed.”
Molly drew in another shaky breath at the order. She was no-doubt exhausted, and he watched as she curled her body into a ball. Opening his cupboard, he located the soft green blanket he’d chosen for her especially, and as he walked back toward the dog bed, he allowed it to unravel in front of her.
“This should keep you warm,” he murmured as he spread the cover over her limbs and torso. “Now, stay in your bed and keep quiet. Unless you want to be gagged again?”
Molly was shaking her head violently before he had even finished his question, and the look of her made him laugh. She was adorable. Just too fucking adorable.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The night was long and endless. To Molly, it seemed as though she now existed in some bizarre dream-like state, caught between the reality of her most explicit fantasies, and her very worst nightmares. Connor had complete control of her, that much was clear. He now got to decide when
and how she ate, and even if she could use the bathroom. The thought made her shudder in the darkness, the motion causing her chains to jangle around her body.
She froze, praying inwardly that the sound wouldn’t wake the sleeping giant in the bed next to her, but fortunately Connor didn’t stir. Huddled in the darkness, she tried to recall the events which had led to this. Molly had always considered herself rather street-wise and savvy, yet in the same day she’d been attacked by a group of guys, and then taken by Connor. How had she become such an easy target? She sighed as she contemplated her fate, and then it occurred to her. He must have been watching her after the signing, following her and waiting for her. Once the group of other men had decided to attack, he’d pounced. She grimaced into the black space around her, trying to remember what had happened. She had a vague recollection of him taking down the whole group of men who’d attacked her, but, how was that possible? He must be some type of martial arts expert, but even then, could one man be so lethal on his own? Molly exhaled at the effort of trying to recall the event, but based on what she could remember, then the answer was yes. One man could be that efficient, and it seemed Connor was that man.
Her body flexed and shifted in the chains, but it was no use. Sleep was not coming. Molly had managed to doze for a few hours, her body overwrought with the effects of the drugs and the long, weary day she’d been forced to endure, but having woken, it now seemed impossible to get any more sleep. It was so ridiculously hard to get comfortable in this damn dog bed. These things were made for animals, not people, and Molly’s body didn’t bend in the right ways to make any position comfortable. She wanted to stretch out, but she didn’t want to risk sleeping like that only to face Connor’s wrath in the morning.
Twisting to the right again, she rolled her legs in the other direction, sending the chains at her ankles and wrists crashing down with her movement. Molly flinched at the sound, holding her breath in the darkness.
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