Taken: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 1)

by Felicity Brandon

  “Two,” he chuckled as she crawled on.

  It continued this way. Connor punished her at every pass, spanking her thoroughly with the paddle and no-doubt intentionally ensuring it nudged her tail each time it connected with her. After every strike, he would declare the number, and Molly would continue crawling, her face falling lower with the shame and her behind aching more and more from the repeated onslaught. When he finally called ten, she wanted to cheer and collapse, but she didn’t dare. Instead she carried on as she had been, waiting for some sign that her ordeal might be over.

  “That’s your ten delivered,” he said, matter-of-factly, “but I won’t hesitate to deliver more as required. Now, I have a lot of story to read, so the more you distract me with your bad behavior, the longer you’ll be exercising. Do you understand?”

  She passed him again, lowering her eyes so she didn’t have to connect with his self-satisfied expression. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

  “Crawl the other way now,” he instructed. “I like a change every now and then.”

  She paused, sighing quietly as she turned her body in front of him and began her new clockwise circle. This was turning into the most humiliating deed of the whole time he’d had her. Being kept leashed was bad enough, but being made to perform like an animal was mortifying. She didn’t have to feel between her legs to know how wet she was. However fucked up and wrong this all was, it was hitting her buttons with disturbing ease, and that reality made it all worse somehow.

  Molly crawled on, completing circuit after circuit of the lounge rug. Time soon became a thing of the past, a privilege apparently not permitted for pets. She tried to keep her body in the correct position as he read, but after a while her lower back began to ache, and her hands and knees were in absolute agony. She wondered how far through the story he was, and how long this would go on for. Had she already blown her chance for pleasure? The throb between her thighs was growing stronger, taunting her with each movement. You’re his pet now, it told her hauntingly. His to tease, his to train and his to punish.

  She pulled in a deep breath at the thought, trying to push her desire away. It was wrong to be aroused at this treatment, and the rational part of her brain knew it, but the problem was, Connor was doing such a good job at dehumanizing her, that part of her brain was increasingly becoming silent. She forced herself to think about something else, anything other than how tantalizingly awful this situation was. Her mind returned to the prospect of her escape, and as she approached the window again, she tried to raise her head and get a glimpse of what laid outside.

  She just caught sight of his arm moving, but it was too late. The movement of her head had thrown her form out completely, and his retribution was immediate. The paddle smacked her hard against both cheeks, connecting directly with her tail and forcing the dildo even deeper inside her ass. Molly gasped, wanting to cry out, but somehow, she bit the sound down.

  “Do you need another ten swats, pet?” he asked her, wryly.

  She shook her head desperately and mewled in response.

  “I hadn’t appreciated how bad you’d be at this,” he mused as she neared him again. “Yet it seems my assumptions were incorrect. Apparently, you’ll need lots of practise to perfect this task.”

  Molly’s head fell at his words, her shoulders aching as she pressed forward. This time she expected the paddle as it landed against her bottom, but the knowledge did nothing to help her manage the pain.

  “Another ten then,” he announced with a sigh. “We begin on your next pass.”

  Chapter Forty-Five

  The look of his little pet was absolutely delicious. He could tell she was tiring, yet she was young enough and fit enough to carry on, and continue she would, until he was happy with the effort. She passed by his feet and the paddle was already in the air, waiting for her. He took aim, landing the swat perfectly, and watching with pride as the impact reverberated around her little bottom.

  “One,” he told her, ogling the furry tail which jutted from her backside as she crawled on.

  She was so fucking beautiful. So perfect for him, and he wanted her desperately. But of course, he was going to enjoy tormenting her first.

  She neared him again, and his eyes fell over her face. As she moved, he imagined how good her pretty little mouth would look with a bridle gag forced inside, like the ones people used on horses. It wasn’t quite in keeping with his pet theme, but it was close enough, and his already hard cock began to throb at the image. This time he spanked her harder, making her cry out as she passed him.

  “Two,” he announced, “and next time you will thank your master for the strike.”

  There was a moment of hesitation as he gave the directive, but her hands and knees continued onwards. It was the first time he’d used the word master, but it was accurate. He was her Master now, in every sense of the word, and master her he would.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she crawled on, her eyes lowering as she neared him again.

  He placed the laptop on the ground to his left, wanting to give her his full attention. The reading would just have to wait, whatever his reservations on the subject. The third strike was firm and he made sure he whacked her pussy. The sound of moisture as the paddle connected with her wet seam made him smile broadly.

  “Three, pet,” he declared, waiting on the appropriate response from her.

  “Th-thank you, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.

  “Master,” he corrected her as she wriggled past him. “From now on, you will refer to me as your Master.”

  He heard the gasp which escaped her lips, and the sound made him chuckle.

  “Yes, M-Master,” she sighed, her face turning an even deeper shade of crimson.

  The game continued, his paddle making contact with his pet’s reddening behind another six times as she crawled past him. Each time, he made sure he spanked the tail held beautifully in place by the dildo inside her, and each time he waited for the appropriate response. His cock grew harder every time she called him Master, and by the time she came around for the tenth swat, his desire burned almost as hot as her bottom.

  Aiming for the final time, Connor landed the swat and sighed with satisfaction as he watched her shuffle away as quickly as her hands and knees would allow. Her bottom wriggled perfectly as she moved, sending the tail into a humiliating swing past the punished orbs of her behind. He hoped she appreciated those little touches as much as he did, but based on the visible evidence of her arousal, he reckoned Molly did.

  “Thank you, Master,” she conceded as she passed the fireplace, and he stood from the chair, rearranging the hardness in his pants as she crawled back to him.

  “Stop,” he ordered, and as she complied, his erection throbbed hungrily. “You made it, pet. Even if you did require a little instruction toward the end.”

  There was a small sniff from the woman at his feet, but she didn’t raise her head or reply.

  “Did you enjoy your exercise?” he asked, choosing to ignore the lack of response for the time being.

  That made her face move, and she lifted her chin to look at him, her blue eyes burning with defiance. “No, Master,” she replied, practically spitting out the final word. “I did not enjoy it.”

  He chuckled at her darkly, raising his right hand slowly to the side of her face. She shrunk away, trying to dodge the contact, but his palm insisted, following her flesh until there was nowhere else for her to hide. “That’s a shame,” he told her with a sigh. “Because I did enjoy it, very much, and you will certainly be back here for more exercise soon.”

  A small sob caught in her throat as his words resonated, but she didn’t counter him. Evidently the sting in her backside was reminding her what the consequences of that action would be.

  “And now to the pleasure,” he murmured, intentionally shifting his tone to something more soft and sensual. Molly’s eyes darted to him, burning with her apparent need, yet still she didn’t speak. “Do you think you deserve your pl
easure, pet?”

  Her lips parted, and for a split second he imagined how it would feel to push his cock past them, into that wet, warm place inside. “I tried my best, Sir, I mean, Master,” she replied, correcting herself quickly.

  He smiled at her answer, enjoying the new blush which rose to her cheeks at the error. “Your best was not good enough,” he told her firmly. “That is why you needed correction, and you will be punished more thoroughly for your mistakes later.”

  She trembled slightly at his verdict, and he used the hand at her face to hold her chin steady. “But, Master,” she gasped. “You just punished me with the paddle!”

  Her gaze darted to where the implement lay on the ground, but the hand at her face did not allow it to stay there. Instead, Connor shifted her face, forcing her eyes back to him.

  “That was only for your instruction during exercise,” he corrected her. “But don’t worry, pet. You will be properly punished later.”

  Molly opened her mouth to speak again, but he cut her off before the words were out.

  “If, however, you’d rather skip the pleasure part, and move straight to your penance, then that can be arranged?” He towered over her smugly, well aware of what little choice he gave her.

  “No, Master.” He could hear the utter desperation in her voice, and the conflict was etched across her pretty features. She didn’t want to have to receive anything from him, but she couldn’t deny how she was feeling either. And based on the hardening nipples and the short panting breaths he was witnessing; his pet was horny. Very horny indeed.

  “No?” he repeated, holding her face in place as he spoke to her. “So, you do want pleasure?”

  She sighed in defeat before she answered. A sound which spoke directly to his pulsating cock. “Yes, please, Master,” she mumbled. “I want it.”

  Chapter Forty-Six

  It was excruciating, absolutely excruciating to have to admit it, but it was true. As his large hand continued to keep her face where he wanted it, Molly was forced to concede the point. Despite her fear, her anxiety and her fury at being kept this way, right now her biggest and most potent driver was her own desire. Her arousal was out of control, burning like a life force between her legs, goading and taunting her with each new humiliation he offered. Much like her, it was desperate for liberation, but apparently, its need for release was even greater than her own.

  She watched as he smiled down at her, his expression half lustful, and half predatory. She knew she’d have to trust both halves if she wanted the pleasure, at least for the time being.

  “My beautiful little pet,” he said, eyeing her with a new intensity. “Do you want to come?”

  His gaze pinioned her to the spot every inch as much as his hand and the leash. “Yes, Master,” she agreed with a shudder. “Yes, please.”

  A fresh wave of arousal shot through her at the concession. Somehow, humiliating herself for him just made her even wetter. However mortifying the act, it seemed to only fuel her fire.

  “You may come,” he told her. “If you do something for me first…”

  Molly panted in frustration. Surely, she had already done something for him, by circling this freaking post for the last hour? What more could the man want? Again it was as if he knew what she was thinking as his smiled broadened, and the hand at her face shifted to stroke her hair.

  “Come now,” he teased her. “It’s only fair. If you are to have pleasure, then so should I. What do you say?”

  A small groan escaped her lips before she could control it. So, this was his game. He was going to make her engage in some utter debauchery, under the pretense of her agreement. Molly inhaled, her body shaking with need and tension. She must refuse him, she knew she must. She couldn’t possibly consent to any act which offered him pleasure. After all, he was the one who had taken, stripped and ridiculed her for his enjoyment. He had enjoyed enough pleasure already.

  “Pet?” His intonation had deepened, and something about it made direct contact with her throbbing clit. “Do you agree to this mutual exchange of pleasure?”

  She glanced up at him again, struggling to contain the weight of her emotional conflict on the subject. This just wasn’t fair. How could she withstand any more of this ordeal? She needed that release, she needed it badly; much more so than he did.

  “Please don’t make me?” she begged in a throaty tone, but to her utter exasperation he simply shook his head and smiled.

  “I’m not making you,” he replied softly. “I’m asking you. You have a choice in this one thing, pet, but your indecision is making me regret giving it to you. Now, do you agree, or not?” His brow arched at his own question, and she had the feeling that he was losing patience with her, despite his gentle tone.

  Tears threatened to fill her eyes again as she replied, but Molly fought to contain them. “What do I have to do?”

  Connor’s mouth parted, and for a long moment their eyes connected before he spoke. In that time, she already knew the answer. Somehow, his gaze had told it to her, and it was nothing awful and nothing obscene. In fact, it was something which under different circumstances she would have done gladly to a guy as hot and authoritative as Connor.

  “Just pleasure me,” he told her as his free hand slipped to his trousers, releasing the clasp. “Nothing complex, and nothing you won’t enjoy.”

  Molly’s eyes followed the movement, and she felt her heart race as she waited. He wanted a blow-job, that much was obvious, and for better or worse the prospect did not appall her the way it should have done. She had already seen his cock in action, and she recalled the velvety crown and the veiny shaft. She’d wondered at the time how his cock might taste, and now it seems she would get to find out.

  The hand at her face moved to join the other, and slowly she watched as his cock was released from its fabric prison. Molly drew in a gasp as she eyed it, totally unprepared for its size, despite her recollections from the kitchen. It was much wider than she’d remembered, and at least seven inches in length. Her heart began to thunder inside her chest as he inched it closer to where she knelt. She was giddy with excitement.

  “Last chance to change your mind?” he offered, and she could hear the lust in his voice. “You pleasure me and in return, I’ll make sure you get yours.”

  She opened her mouth, nodding to him as his erection neared. “Yes, Master,” she murmured, enthralled by the look of his approaching organ.

  It was the most curious sensation. She had no right to feel this way, and Molly knew another captive wouldn’t. She should be scared to death, and at the start, she certainly had been, but Molly wasn’t your average prisoner. Molly had form. She had a long-held desire to be treated this way, and Connor had spent time tracking and celebrating in her twisted fantasies. Faced with the reality, she’d found unmistakable arousal in her denigration, and this act was something of a completion of that journey. Or at least that’s how it seemed to her as the tip of his cock slipped past her lips.

  Time, which had already become her jailor as much as he had, began to stretch. As he slid his hard length into her waiting mouth, she swore time actually stood still around them. The air seemed weighted, and different than before. Something more than just this physical act was transpiring between them, and Molly could feel it. She bet they both could.

  The taste of his cock flooded her senses with its salty sweetness, and she splayed her tired knees wider to gain her balance and accommodate him. As she shifted, her eyes connected once again with his hot gaze, and it held her in place as he slowly withdrew.

  “Magnificent,” he declared, his voice little more than a seductive whir.

  She would have liked to agree, but his crown pressed at her mouth again before she could force the words out. There was no doubt he tasted divine, the essence of everything a man should be. He was clean and earthy, and the scent of his aftershave wafted over her as he pressed forward. Molly relaxed, allowing him access to her throat, and Connor took it, driving himself deeper and de
eper inside her. There was a moment of panic when she had to remind herself to breathe through her nose, and then his hardness retreated, leaving a trail of her drool between them as he stroked his erection roughly.

  “That is amazing, pet,” he told her as he fisted his cock. “I want more of it. Much more.”

  Molly gazed up at him again as her saliva landed against her chin and slipped south. She could feel the very real bondage of the leash at her neck, which stretched right toward the post, keeping her in place. The chains at her wrists and ankles were another constant reminder of her place, but rather than degrade her, right now they just made her hotter. This was what she wanted, this was what she’d needed for fucking years, and it had taken some crazy fan like Connor to make it happen. She was panting as he reached down to ease back her hair from her face. She opened her mouth obediently, waiting like a good little pet as he repositioned his cock over her mouth.

  “Kneel up higher,” he commanded in a silky voice.

  She shifted, straightening her back and lifting her chin to follow his erection as Connor held it aloft, just out of reach of her lips.

  “Good, pet,” he replied, approvingly. “You look glorious, but just one more thing. Put your hands behind your head and keep those elbows wide.”

  She blinked up at him, feeling the burning need at the apex of her thighs as she responded. She was aware of the ache in her arms as she laced her fingers behind her head, but she didn’t care. Right now, the need to please him and receive her reward was the only thing on her mind, and she pushed her beading nipples out in his direction, as though she wanted to reinforce the point.