Entwined: (A Dark Romance Kidnap Thriller) (The Dark Necessities Trilogy Book 3) Page 18

  The meal continued with comparative ease after that. Molly finally seemed able to eat with some gusto, and for his part, Connor completed his meal soon after he resumed his place on the couch. As he pushed the tray aside again, his focus returned to the fabulous kitten just beyond his feet. Her face was well lowered into the metal dish by now, her tits brushing the carpet tantalizingly as she stooped to devour more. Molly was absolutely enthralling to watch, every inch as much as he’d recalled in his hot memories, and by the time her dish was almost clean, he was aching to be inside her again.

  Lifting her face, she stared up at him, a bold move considering how filthy her face now was.

  Connor grinned. “How is it?”

  “Delicious, Master,” she admitted, “but I think I might need cleaning up.”

  Connor suppressed the urge to laugh again, his gaze grazing over her sauce-covered mouth and chin. “Indeed,” he concurred. “Are you finished?”

  “I’ve had enough, thank you,” she murmured in reply. “Unless I have to eat all of it, Master?”

  Molly gazed up at him with those large, imploring eyes as she waited for his verdict, but Connor took his time, evaluating how much she had actually consumed. Deciding she had in fact, done pretty well, and that she almost certainly didn’t need as many calories as he did, he eventually nodded.

  “You’ve done well enough,” he decided as he rose to his feet. “Wait there while I clean you up, pet.”

  He sauntered over to the kitchen sink, dampening a small cloth before returning to his kitten. She lifted her chin for him, like an obedient little puppy, and Connor’s cock throbbed urgently at her submissive display.

  It’s not time for that, he reminded himself sternly. First, Molly needed a drink, and then it would be time for her spanking, a deed he simply couldn’t wait to deliver.

  Clearing the dishes back to the counter, Connor fetched a large bottle of water from the refrigerator.

  “Time for a drink, kitten,” he called over to her. “Just like the good old days?”

  He was chuckling to himself as he wandered back to where she knelt on her hands and knees. Falling to his haunches, he flipped the sports lid and offered it to Molly.

  “Thank you,” she replied as she crawled the short distance to where he held it aloft for her. “I am a little thirsty.”

  Connor watched with satisfaction as she wrapped those delectable lips around the plastic and drank down about a third of the bottle. “You’re bloody gorgeous,” he told her as she eyed him through her long, dark lashes.

  “And all yours, Master,” she conceded with a smile as he lifted the water to his own lips.

  His gaze flitted to her at that, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to chastise Molly for speaking out. After all, she was absolutely right.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  There was just a moment when Molly wondered if he was going to punish her for speaking out so boldly, but then she saw the perceptible shift in his expression, and she could breathe again. It was quite something being with a man like Connor. He was so full of extremes. Molly had known his darkest, cruelest side, and yet she’d also been privy to the tender romantic version, too. If she didn’t know better, then she thought she’d fallen in love with them both.

  “Time to tan that gorgeous arse,” Connor drawled from over her, and although his tone was soft, Molly’s breath caught as she craned her neck to meet his gaze.

  “Are you upset with me, Master?” she asked in little more than a small gasp.

  She didn’t think he was, but still, you could never be sure with Connor. If Molly had thought she was full of contradictions, then meeting Connor had been a real eye-opener on that score. Connor’s paradoxes gave her whiplash.

  Connor’s hand fell lightly to her hair, and he stroked the long strands away from her face. “Of course not,” he told her. “I thought we’d agreed it was what you needed now?”

  Molly actually felt her body relax. Connor wasn’t pissed with her and he was right. She did need it.

  “Yes,” she murmured breathlessly. “Yes please, Master.”

  He smiled at her sardonically, taking a stride toward the long cream couch. “Come on then,” he commanded as he fell back into his place, and patted his lap teasingly. “Get yourself over here.”

  Molly gulped at the look of him, but this time it was only lust that goaded her, and not apprehension. Connor was going to spank her, and the thought sent bubbles of excitement floating around her entire body. She crawled over to where he waited, watching as he rested the bottle of water down on the carpet. By his shin she paused, gazing up to those dark green orbs.

  “Master,” she panted.

  “Mmmm.”

  “Can I tell you something?” she squeaked.

  That dark brow arched over his right eye. “You’re not stalling for time, are you, pet?” he mused aloud.

  She smiled at the idea. As if she would do that when she was this fucking excited. Her body was so alive with anticipation that Molly thought it would actually shake if she hadn’t willed her limbs to be still.

  “I promise I’m not,” she told him as she knelt up beside his legs.

  That large palm nearest her shifted in a heartbeat, the long fingers hooking under her chin to capture her face.

  “Go on then,” he purred. “Tell me, kitten.”

  Molly shivered as energy whipped around her body. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever come to you willingly for a spanking,” she conceded. “But whatever the case, I know this is the horniest I’ve ever been at the prospect of one.”

  There had been a great many punishments at Connor’s house before. Molly had enjoyed some more than others, but more often that not, her arousal had been the last thing on her captor’s mind. As she knelt at Connor’s feet now though, she could clearly see how pleased her admission made him, his lips breaking into a large grin as he appraised her.

  “Kitten,” he replied gently. “I fucking love that. Thank you.”

  Molly returned his smile coyly, lowering her gaze as she tried to steady her emotions. This was it, she knew. This was the moment she’d have to willingly surrender to his spanking, and this time they’d be no coercion to hide behind. If she wanted the punishment, then she’d have to be the one to initiate it. She lifted her eyes to assess his lap. It had been such a long time since she’d been over it.

  “Ready, kitten?” he prompted, and Molly turned her head in time to see Connor wink at her.

  Molly swallowed, but was already nodding as she rose from her place beside him. “Yes, Master,” she replied as she slowly lowered herself down over his thighs.

  Allowing her digits to graze the plush carpet on the other side, Molly hung over Connor’s body. The position was harder than she’d imagined, all of the pressure on her stomach and hips.

  “You don’t seem very comfortable there,” he remarked.

  Connor’s tone was almost mocking, and the timbre made her twist to try and see him. It seemed so unlikely that the man who wanted to spank her was worried about her comfort, but the concerned eyes which met her told her otherwise.

  “Hang on,” he told her, and then in a flash his hands moved around her body.

  His left hand meandered to her chest while the right one encased her hips, and in one smooth action Connor lifted her completely, holding her against his body as he retreated to the back of the couch. Molly gasped at the deed, totally unprepared for the movement, but by the time her brain had had a chance to process it, she was already lying flat on the couch. Her head rested on its soft cushions, and her arms stretched up over her head, while her legs were splayed on the fabric behind her.

  “That’s better,” he confirmed as Molly caught her breath. “This isn’t a real punishment, kitten, so let’s both enjoy it, eh?”

  Molly bit her lip at his words. She’d never known him to be so damn considerate before, but she had to admit, she liked it. “Yes, thank you, Master,” she enthused into the creamy colore
d fabric.

  “Up on your elbows,” he instructed her, and ignoring the butterflies in her belly at the authoritative tone in his voice, Molly complied at once.

  Connor’s hands shifted then, both sliding to find new homes at the same time. The one which had been under her upper body inched free, trailing a line of fire around her breasts in pursuit of her nipples. Molly yelped as it found its target, pinching her left bud, but even as the sound escaped, she knew it wasn’t pain it expressed, but hot, needy arousal.

  His other hand had moved north from her thighs to her ass, and was already grazing sensuous caresses over her cheeks. Molly’s knees splayed wider on the other side of his body, as though they were silently begging him for more. As the wave of sensation washed over her, Molly knew that was exactly what they were doing.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  She was a vision, every inch of her as flawless as he remembered. In those dark nights without her, Connor had sometimes wondered if he’d built the memory of Molly up to be more than she really was—to be more than any woman could be—but as she lay draped over his lap, he knew better. His kitten was fucking perfection.

  Connor didn’t think as he explored her. Once he’d acknowledged the smooth skin of her back, and her long, slender legs, there were no conscious thoughts. Instead, he allowed himself to enjoy the look of her, the feel of her, and by definition of their current position, her consensual submission to him.

  It was mind-blowing.

  His palm had risen before he’d even given thought to the idea of beginning, and he watched enthralled as it landed against her pert, exposed cheeks. The sound of the impact filled the air, followed by a tantalizing gasp from Molly’s lips, and Connor looked on in fascination as the effect of the swat resonated across her arse.

  Fuck.

  Too much, his brain decided as it acknowledged his cock’s desperate plea to get inside her, but it wasn’t too much, and he knew it. The reality was, the spanking had only just begun, and as if to prove the point, Connor’s hand rose once again, delivering a much harder strike to her behind. His kitten squirmed over him, but made no attempt to resist or protest. In fact, the color on her face and her splayed legs suggested quite the contrary. She not only consented to this spanking, but she was thoroughly enjoying it.

  Connor swatted her again, pausing to admire the way the impact passed over her cheeks. “Do you need this spanking, kitten?” he demanded, noticing his voice had fallen to little more than a growl.

  He didn’t know why he asked, having already determined for himself that the answer was yes, but somehow, there was always something so bloody satisfying about hearing it from Molly’s lips.

  “Yes, Master,” she breathed as he landed a fourth strike, followed by another three in fast succession. “Yes, I need it.”

  “Yes. You. Do.” Connor agreed, accentuating each word with a new swat. “Just think about how many months you’ve gone without my discipline.”

  Connor landed another hard spank, conscious of his cock throbbing gloriously at the groan that left his kitten’s lips. “How many spankings have you needed?” he asked her. “How many have you missed?”

  “Too many, Master,” she panted as he continued, spanking her gorgeous backside time and time again as if to reinforce the point.

  “Yes, too many,” he agreed. “I know you, kitten, and naughty little pets like you need regular spankings to keep them in their place.”

  He paused, watching as her hips rose of their own accord. It was as though Molly’s body was actually looking for his palm. “Don’t they?” he demanded.

  “Yes!”

  She was almost screeching now, though Connor didn’t think he’d been very hard on her so far. Allowing his gaze to drink in the length of her body, he concluded with a wry smile that his pet’s desperation had more to do with her burgeoning arousal, than her pain threshold. He knew from experience that she was well-equipped to deal with a lot of suffering. “Yes, Master. They do. I do!”

  “Yes,” he agreed again, and as he spoke, Connor shifted his palm and aimed his next strike directly at her pussy.

  Molly yelped at the new strike, but the sound morphed quickly into something of a moan.

  “You like that, kitten,” he mused mockingly. “Don’t you?”

  Her wide-kneed stance made it easy to access her wet seam, and even the swat he’d just delivered hadn’t caused her legs to try and close.

  “Yes, Master,” she admitted, her voice a strangled sound which conveyed her very obvious misery on the subject.

  “Tell me, then,” he commanded as he smacked the area again. “Tell your Master what you like, you naughty little pet.”

  Molly moaned at the instruction, her hips grinding against his legs as he gave the order. Her body language was more than clear; Molly wanted more. Much, much more.

  “I like it when you spank my pussy, Master,” she panted, pushing her face into the fabric of the cushion as she made the concession.

  Connor smiled to himself. That wasn’t a bad first effort, but she’d have to do much better than that if she wanted her pleasure. He rewarded her with one hard swat anyway, shifting his focus back to the beading nipple in his other hand. As soon as he tugged at it, Molly groaned, rolling her clit against his trouser-covered thighs.

  “Tell me again,” he insisted. “But this time, I want your face in this direction, and your eyes on me.”

  Molly sighed as she shifted. He could tell she obeyed with some reluctance, but she obeyed regardless, and her wide blue eyes met his knowing gaze.

  “I’m waiting,” he told her, ensuring he arched his brow at her in that way which drove her crazy.

  “Master,” she wailed pitifully. “Master, please!”

  Connor tilted his body left, leaning down to where she was sprawled so beautifully. “Tell. Me.”

  “I like it when you spank my pussy,” she conceded for a second time, and this time she didn’t even blink as she admitted it.

  He shifted away, smiling at her effort. That wouldn’t have been easy to admit, but in the end, his little kitten had done well. “That’s more like it,” he replied, offering her pussy five, hard swats in response. “Good pets get their pussies swatted, kitten.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she groaned, apparently reveling in both the act and the denigration of his words. “That feels so good.”

  It was Connor who groaned this time, her confession almost more than he could tolerate. He lifted his hand and spanked her needy cunt again and again, shifting attention between her lips and her no-doubt throbbing clit. Finding his rhythm, Connor continued this way, relishing the sound of her passion, and all too aware of how close they both were to the brink.

  “Master!” she gasped. “Please. I’m so close.”

  Connor’s gaze was drawn from her reddening pussy, back to her desperate face. Their eyes met for one, long moment, their twisted needs meeting somewhere in the solace of that connection.

  “Please may I come?” she pleaded. “Please, Master?”

  “You want to come from having your delicious little cunt punished?” he asked in a near snarl.

  Molly was nodding as he landed another swat. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, Master. Please!”

  Fuck, he thought, squeezing his eyes closed at the sight of her, although Connor already knew it was futile. The image of his kitten like this would forever be burned into his mind.

  “Tell me then,” he determined as his eyes flew opened again. “Tell me how you want to come, and then, if you do a good job, then you may have your orgasm, kitten.”

  Molly’s lips parted, but as he landed another firm strike at her pussy, it seems he stole her words away for a second.

  Connor gave her a moment, and then he shifted his free hand to her other helpless nipple and he pinched hard. “Kitten.”

  “Master,” she gasped.

  “Do you want this pleasure, or not?”

  Her head nodded enthusiastically. “Yes,” she confirmed
eagerly. “Yes, please.”

  “You know what to do then,” Connor reminded her as he grazed a line over the now sodden seam of her cunt.

  “Please, Master.” She was almost sobbing with frustration now. “I want to come as you punish my pussy, please.”

  Connor smiled, obliging his obedient kitten with a renewed round of swats to the desired area. “And again,” he ordered. “Keep telling me until you come, kitten.”

  Molly’s eyes look glazed with the weight of her looming pleasure as she began to comply, but obey she did, and as she made the humiliating admission over and over again, her master pushed her right over the precipice of pleasure.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Time began to morph again, in that way it always seemed to when they were together. The next couple of days passed in a flurry of intimacy and affection, punctuated by Connor’s denigrating sessions, which of course, Molly absolutely fucking loved. Or at least, Molly thought it had been a couple of days, but in all honesty, she had begun to lose track of what day it was at all. Her limited possessions had appeared from the small hotel she’d been staying at before she’d met Connor in the ancient pub, and, she was assured, that her account there had been taken care of. Molly didn’t give it much more thought. He always seemed to have everything they needed, including all of the medication she required, and for the first time in months, Molly began to stop worrying about it all. Everything revolved around Connor now, and when they weren’t fucking or chatting, Molly had finally found her muse again, and she wrote like her life depended on it.

  It turned out Connor had lost the original manuscript from the house, or rather, he had been advised not to return and collect it. At first Molly had been a little disappointed at the idea. After all, she had spent freaking hours laboring over that story, often in the most horrendous situations, and now it was all lost. But, as the idea resounded in her mind, Molly’s view had begun to shift. It was probably for the best if she never saw the document again, she decided. Now, she could start their story afresh.