Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

Oh, hell. She moved her feet wider, and he pressed against her, rubbing her ass with his hands before taking a step back and spreading her cheeks. Fuck, she was totally on display—and part of her didn’t really care. She heard a squirting noise. Lube. He started to rub his fingers over her hole, pressing one inside her, pushing it inch by inch.

She let out a low groan as he seated his finger deep.

“Poor baby, have you missed this?” he asked in a low murmur. “Has your Dom not been playing with your ass enough? Believe me, I’ll make up for that now.”

Christ, she bet he would. He pushed another finger in with the first, stretching her, rubbing back and forth until her body was mush, her legs were shaking, and her clit was on fire.

“Take in a deep breath. Now let it out slowly.” The plug wasn’t a small one. It burned as he pushed it inside her. Her muscles stretched, but she welcomed the pain, embraced it. Finally, it was in deeply. She clenched around it, shuddering as her whole body was lit from the inside.

“I’m going to give you that fifteen,” he told her. “I don’t want you tied up for too long, so you’ll get that punishment now and the flogger while you’re tied to the bench. I want you to count it out for me.”

She groaned. Counting would keep her in the moment. It would stop her from drifting off and she really wanted to float right now.

Smack. Smack.

“One. Two.” The spanks were hard and sharp and exactly what she needed.

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“You are never to come here without me again.”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Three. Four. Five. Six.” Tears threatened. Her ass was stinging, the pain intense.

“You will not come here without my collar.”

The smacks continued, and she counted them. The heat engulfed her body. It would be so easy to drift off if she didn’t have to keep track. By the time he was at fifteen, her tears were dripping onto the floor, and her body was awash with need.

Jake helped her stand and took her into his arms, running his hand up and down her back soothingly. She sagged against him, feeling exhausted but happy. “Good girl, you did so well. How are you?”

“Green, Sir,” she told him with a sigh.

“I’m going to tie you up but if at any time it becomes uncomfortable, if it pulls or hurts you then you are to use your safeword, understand? I won’t tolerate you harming yourself. If that happens I’ll have to live with the guilt of it and you don’t want that.”

Damn Dom, playing on her guilt.

“I promise, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He helped her lay down on the padded bench and tied her ankles and wrists. “I’m starting with the flogger. And then you’re going to take me in the ass.”

Here? Oh, holy shit. The first whack of the flogger landed, surprising her. It wasn’t harsh or painful, more like a heavy thud. She’d had worse from deep tissue massages. At first, she felt a little disappointed. But then as he continued, a kind of peace stole over her, and her mind drifted. This wasn’t what she called punishment, but she wasn’t complaining.

He stopped, and she sighed.

He surprised her by untying her wrists and ankles. “Is it over?”

“No, baby. I want you on your back for this part. I want to see your beautiful face when you come.”

He helped her move onto her back. Just as well since she felt so floppy and relaxed she probably would have just slid to the ground. Jake moved to the large armoire Laken had been inspecting earlier and pulled out some rope.

He hadn’t used rope on her before.

“Put your arms together above your head.” He wrapped one piece of rope around her arms, tying them together from her wrist to her elbow before securing them to the bench. There was a little slack in the rope but it didn’t allow much movement. “I’m not going to use the rope on your upper body. I don’t want to risk it rubbing against your scars. Put your feet on the edge of the bench then spread your legs wide. Make sure you keep that plug inside you.”

She did as he ordered, and he started to wrap the rope around her right leg, so her thigh and calf were tightly pressed together. Then he moved to her left leg and did the same. He grabbed a stool and sat between her parted legs. “Now that is a beautiful sight. Look at that pretty pussy, so pink and wet. He pressed her lips apart and then rubbed his thumb over her clit. She cried out. She was so turned on. Her spanking and flogging had electrified her skin and she now felt like one giant nerve ending.

“But your pussy is missing something.”