The look of him there, between her legs, was mesmerizing. For his every cruel deed in the past few days, she had never anticipated that he was capable of this level of care. Even when he had tended to her caned bottom earlier, she would never have guessed this delicate workmanship lurked within Connor. Completing the left side of her pussy, he rose and cleaned the razor in the nearby sink. Molly stayed in place, leaning against the tub for support as she watched him.
His eyes met hers as he sunk back into position, and one of his dark brows rose over his green eyes. “Is there a problem, pet?” His tone was sardonic, and almost teasing.
She shook her head quickly, aware of how nipples beading painfully between them. “No, Master.”
“Good,” he purred, shifting to tend to the right side of her sex. “Now, keep still.”
Molly did as she was told, and soon Connor had completed the job, kneeling higher on his knees to remove the hair which had grown above her clit. He wet a face cloth at the sink and returned, wiping the remaining foam from her body and dabbing it gently over her seam. The sensations made her come alive, and she bit down on the moan which threatened to rise from her mouth.
“There we are,” he announced, proudly. “Even more gorgeous.”
She shifted her position to examine his work as he applied foam to both of her legs. Connor slid the blade down the length of her thigh, and beyond her knee. Quickly, he rid first her left, and then her right leg of hair, before striding back to the sink to rinse out the flannel. Based on what she could see, she had to admit, Connor had done an amazing job, and it felt so much better being hairless again.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her gaze meeting his as he stood before her.
He offered her a determined smile as he reached the end of her leash. Taking it in his right hand, he pressed against her naked body, his free arm snaking to pull her tight against his left hip. Molly reeled at the unexpected deed, but as her clit made contact with the fabric of his trousers, she couldn’t think to care. She felt like a volcano, hot and simmering and needing to explode. If Connor was considering taking care of that need, then she didn’t want to do anything to deter him.
“Are you ready for your pleasure, pet?”
She panted reflexively at the sound of his seductive tone. It was soft and haunting, and as she strained her neck to look up into his enthralling eyes, she wondered at the man. Connor was the sort of guy she could easily fall for, and she knew it. In fact, she recalled the realization had first come over her at the book signing, before he’d taken her, and before all of this. Gazing at him now, she was no less sure of their attraction, but since then he had mastered her in all sorts of debauched ways.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, hearing the husky quality in her own voice.
She was ready. More than ready.
Those green eyes blistered her with intensity, and then the hand at her waist snaked south to grab her tender backside. Molly gasped sharply at the sudden hurt, yet almost instantaneously the sting shifted into something else. Something pulsing and pleasurable.
“Come on then,” he replied in little more than a growl. “Let’s get you downstairs.”
She paused, expecting the order to drop to her hands and knees again, but it never came. Instead, Connor drew her forward with the leash, and as soon as there was enough space between her body and the tub he swooped, collecting her easily into his arms. Startled by his strength, she blinked up at the face now no more than a few inches beyond her own.
He turned to greet her shocked expression with a warmly reassuring smile. “Hold on tight,” he told her. “Down we go.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Connor descended the first flight of stairs with care, his long legs making short work of the hallway, and the steps to the basement. The chain and cuff at her ankle dangled low below her as he moved, and he mused on whether to release her from the bondage entirely. He would need her splayed wide for what he had in mind, but decided to leave them as they were for the time being. Connor had left the low lighting on in the basement from earlier and the place looked incredibly atmospheric as they arrived. His pet clung to him, her small arms holding onto his neck during the journey. He turned to gaze at her.
“Here we are,” he whispered, hoping his tone was coming over as sensual, rather than impatient. Yet impatient was just how he was feeling. He couldn’t wait to taste her, and then, if she was willing, to finally possess Molly.
He felt her body tense in his arms, and he turned to see her gaze fixed on the cage in the corner. Connor smiled at her instinctive response. It seemed the cage would prove to be useful in training his pet. “Don’t worry,” he told her, softly. “That’s not where you’re destined this time. Unless, of course, you’d rather I caged you?”
Molly’s muscles felt rigid against him. “No, please!” she gasped, her head twisting to meet his eye.
He nodded, placing her down on the tiles. “On your knees now,” he told her, and he watched in satisfaction as she complied without protest.
Once she was in place, he led her to the far wall, and adjusted the temperature of the under-floor heating. He’d had the system installed at great cost for exactly this moment. Turning the dial right up, he looked around him for the other items he’d need. He chose the softest type of rope he had, and then led his pet back to the spanking bench.
“Up you get,” he coaxed her gently. Molly hesitated, but moved toward the bench slowly as he instructed. “Lay on your back this time, keeping that pussy right near the end of the bench.”
He watched as she complied, moving with caution as she contemplated the leather. She fell back against the bench quickly, squeezing her eyes closed as she absorbed the pain in her punished behind. Connor didn’t waste any time. He drew her chained arms up, over her head and slid a piece of rope around the left cuff. Securing the other end to the underside of the structure, he moved quickly to the other wrist and replicated the same bondage. Now that her hands were held in place, he need only bind her legs wide, and then he could start enjoying himself.
Connor took the two remaining strands of rope and tied them around her ankles. She was passive the whole time, her chest rising and falling in short, frenetic breaths, and her nipples still formed into stiff peaks. Dragging his gaze away from her delectable body, he moved the nearby chair and another, smaller bench in the room. He placed one either side of his pet, securing the other end of the ropes to each separate piece of furniture. The ropes forced her legs wide, compelling her hips to roll forward and parting the lips of her glistening pussy. Connor settled on the floor between her outstretched thighs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her sex. There was no doubt she was wet and excited, and the prospect of what was to come made his cock rigid.
“You are so fucking wonderful,” he mused, shaking his head at the sight of her.
She whimpered meekly, her tone sounding desperate in more ways than one. For once, Connor agreed with her, and he resolved he could wait no longer to take what was now his. Starting at her right knee, he drew a finger lightly up the inside of her thigh. As he neared her cleanly shaved pussy, there were small gasps at the act of intimacy. The digit moved on, intentionally teasing her swollen lips before sliding higher to her waiting clit. Each mewl from her lips made his cock swell, and he noticed her hips beginning to rock forward, as though they were seeking his touch.
Naughty little pet. So desperate, so needy, and so fucking adorable.
Connor lunged at her lips, using his palms to press her legs apart even further as he brought his mouth to her sex. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh, making her yelp from the other end of the bench. Smiling to himself, he continued, drawing his tongue up her wet seam, and tasting for the first time, just how delicious his little pet was. Spurred by her sweet nectar, he began to lap at her, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her pliant pussy. The moans which met his ears told him how much Molly was enjoying his attention, and the pulsating ache within his pa
nts was inclined to agree. She was absolutely ravishing, especially now she was cleanly-shaven, and Connor devoured her hungrily.
With each lap, she seemed to blossom. Even though her knees were splayed wide, it seemed to Connor as though she opened further with each flick of his tongue, welcoming his intrusion. Her pussy rocked forward, searching for his mouth, and he wrapped an arm beneath her left leg and held her bottom in place. Molly cried out as he made contact with her caned behind, but his lips soon gave her a new distraction, and her cries turned to groans of pleasure as his mouth devoured her. He shifted his lips up her seam, lapping for the first time directly at her clit. The hooded nub was swollen, and she jerked violently as soon as he made contact with it.
“Settle down,” he warned her playfully. “This little clit is mine now and if I want to kiss it, I will. You got that, pet?”
She seemed crazy with the sensations, her breaths coming out in short gasps between labored pants. “Y-yes, Master,” she answered him, breathily. “I’m sorry.”
Connor rose up between her legs, assessing her pretty face. The expression there was part torment, and part ecstasy, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push his pet over the precipice of her pleasure.
“Tell me,” he commanded as he eased himself back into place between her legs. “Tell me who owns you. Who owns this clit.”
His mouth was on her again then, not waiting for her to respond, although he had every expectation that she would. He lapped at her clit, holding her body down as it jerked beneath him.
“You, Master,” she gasped, frantically. “You own me. You own my clit!”
If Connor could have grinned while nestled between her parted folds, he would have done so. As it was, he was content to suckle on her swollen flesh, listening as her calls turned from frenetic to lusty, and her thighs splayed wider of their own accord. Molly was close to her orgasm, that much was clear, but tasting her wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside her.
Balancing on his left elbow, he shifted his weight and slipped two fingers into her needy pussy. She writhed over his face at the intrusion, pushing her hips up as if she wanted to capture the digits and keep them there. Slowly, he eased out of her channel, before pushing back in again, fucking her into a new frenzy with his fingers. All the while, his mouth continued to work its magic, coaxing his pet closer and closer to the edge.
As it turned out, being pleasured by Connor was much like being punished by him. He set an objective, and then seemed hell-bent on achieving it, whatever the costs. As Molly lay, bound over the bench, the analogy flitted through her mind. She was his at this moment. His to pen, his to punish and his to pleasure, any time and every time he wanted.
His mouth was insatiable, alternating between lapping at her like his very soul depended on the act, and clamping down against her clit. The pressure, which was once an exquisite torture, now felt like heaven, and she gasped at the sweet intensity of it all. His fingers fucked her relentlessly, pushing her toward the edge. She was close, so close, and inwardly all she could do was pray that he wouldn’t stop. That he’d never stop.
“Please, Master,” she panted, vaguely aware of the raspy tone of her own voice. “Please, don’t stop.”
His digits picked up speed in reply, plunging in and out of her powerfully; pushing her into her climax. And when the pleasure hit her, it hit her hard, paralyzing her with breath-taking passion. There was a cry from Molly’s lips as her muscles contracted around his fingers. Her body arched, suspended in ecstasy, as his mouth finally eased away from her pulsating clitoris.
“That was fucking amazing,” Connor growled from down beneath her legs.
She wanted to reply, wanted to tell him how much it meant to receive the release, but somehow the words never came. She was still shuddering, clenching at his digits as he finally slipped them from her pussy.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Her murmuring whimpers were making him harder by the moment, and he shifted his place up the bench to straddle her nudity. Molly gasped at the change, her eyes flying open to find his face right there with hers. She gazed up at him with wide eyes, and he wondered fleetingly if she could smell the scent of her own arousal on his lips. Connor smiled at the thought, yet his own desperate desire pushed his amusement away.
“How was that, pet?”
She mewled in response, straining against the ropes holding her wrists. “Master,” she cried, her voice frantic. “Please.”
“What is it?” he whispered in reply.
Connor eyed her meaningfully, but he already knew. He knew how much she wanted him, but more than that, he could tell she needed him. Something in her expression was different, and it was perceptible. He’d spent so much time watching her, analyzing her every look and appearance, that he recognized the change at once.
“I…” She parted her lips in reply, but somehow the words did not come.
Resting his left elbow on the edge of the bench, Connor shifted his weight, and the fingers of his right hand moved slowly to her face. Molly whimpered at his touch, turning her face to the place his digits traced their invisible line over her flesh.
“It’s okay,” he told her softly. “It’s okay to be honest with me.”
Her lips parted once more and she drew in a shaky breath. “Connor,” she replied, her tone husky with her own apparent need. “I want you.”
It was singly the most ridiculous and dangerous thing she’d ever told him, or anyone for that matter, but it was the truth. She wanted him more than she could ever remember wanting anything. She ached for him with a yearning she would never have thought possible. It felt like a great part of her had been empty before she’d met Connor at the signing, and that he’d spent every hour since then filling that vacuum. He made her feel more, want more, than she even knew she’d been capable of wanting, and it had all been leading to this – this moment of connection between them.
Connor’s eyes widened just a fraction at her words, and she was aware of his thighs nudging at her knees, splaying them even wider below them. “Tell me, pet,” the timbre of his voice had shifted now into something of a seductive whirl. “What is it that you want?”
The glint in his eyes told her that he knew very well what she wanted, but still she knew him well enough already to know the truth, he was going to make her say it. He’d want to hear it, to make it real, and to make her suffer for the truth it represented.
“I want you, Master.” In the end the words flew from her with relative ease. It was not so hard admitting something you needed with such ferocity. “I want you inside of me.”
Connor’s expression softened, before twisting into a smirk. “Which part of me do you want inside you?” he asked. “I mean, you’ve already had my tongue, and as I recall, now you’ve had my fingers twice? So, tell me specifically, which part of your Master do you need?”
Molly squirmed beneath his body, aware of her hips rocking forward to brush against his groin. Connor was still largely dressed, but she knew underneath those clothes there was an erection which would satisfy her. “I want your cock, Master,” she breathed, her tone low and throaty as she finally said out loud the things that had been on her mind for so long.
A small growl escaped his mouth, and Molly stilled at the sound, unsure if danger or hedonism awaited her. But then, that was the way with Connor. She could never tell if his next move would be pleasure or pain.
“So,” he began, his finger moving from her chin to trace a new line up the inside of her outstretched arm. “My little pet finally concedes the point, eh?”
She wriggled at his touch, giggling instinctively as his digits brushed past her sensitive, ticklish skin. “I concede it,” she admitted in a rush.
There was no need for Connor to force himself on her when she wanted him this badly. She was his for the taking. His willingly, in spite of the chains and ropes which bound her. Connor’s bondage may drive her insane, but it also drove her wild. His cage might pen her, but it also set her free. He m
ay well be a monster, but he was also a marvel, particularly with his tongue, between her legs.
“Then you shall have my cock,” he replied, offering her a wide grin as he gazed down at her squirming body. “But not here, and not like this.”
Molly blinked up at him, breathlessly. She was surprised by his reply, becoming even more startled as she saw Connor retreat down her body. “Master?” she whispered, straining her body against the ropes to try and maintain eye contact.
Despite her unbearable need, there was still a part of her mind that despised her breathy, urgent display. She sounded so desperate, and she knew they could both hear it. Desperate, and chained and pathetic – so unlike the woman she once knew, the one who would spend hours at her writing desk, creating and shaping dark heroes. Now, it seemed, she had a dark hero of her very own, and this one was almost impossible to control.
“Settle down,” he told her, rising to tower over her spread-eagled form. “You shall get what you want, but not in this dark place.”
Molly complied, relaxing back against the leather bench as she watched him stoop to release the ropes at her ankles. He crawled forward toward her, his gaze locked onto hers as he moved.
“Behave yourself, little pet,” he warned her as he shifted to look down over her face. “Do you promise to behave?”
Molly was nodding even before his sentence had concluded. She may well have thought of escape, but the idea didn’t even enter her mind at this juncture. Right now, all she wanted was him. His dominance and his mastery of her, but shown in the sweetest possession of all as he finally lay claim to his prize.
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