Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

The Dom turned to him, looking slightly relieved. He said something quietly to Molly then walked a few steps over. “Hey. Something’s going on, but I can’t get her to tell me what it is. She said she wanted to experience being tied up and spanked first by hand then with a paddle. I used my hand, but she’s tense and I’m not willing to move to the paddle when she’s like this. When I asked her how she as doing, she told me she’s fine. She hasn’t used her safeword.”

Saxon nodded. “I guess this isn’t quite what she anticipated.”

“I think you’re right. I’m not sure she even really wants to be dominated.”

Jake studied her carefully. He didn’t want to address Mark because then he might be tempted to snap at the younger Dom, telling him he had no business touching her. That would create a whole lot of questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Besides, it wasn’t exactly Mark’s fault. He was doing just what she’d asked. Which could be the issue. Molly had taken control from the start. While she’d always be able to say her safe word, she needed to learn not to top from the bottom.

“If it’s okay,” Saxon said to Mark. “I’ll take over from here.”

Mark nodded, eagerly. Saxon looked around and spotted a petite brunette standing close by. He crooked a finger at her, and she nearly ran towards him. Jake rolled his eyes. No wonder Saxon’s ego was so big. All he had to do was snap his fingers and people came running to do his bidding.

“Yes, Master Saxon?” she asked as she drew close, her eyes respectfully lowered.

“Riley, would you like to scene with Master Mark?”

She glanced up with a smile. She reminded Jake of a puppy. A very young, sweet puppy. “Oh, yes, please.”

“Very well, sub,” Mark replied, his chest puffing out. That look of confusion faded. “Follow me.”

Saxon turned to him. “Excuse me, Jake. I need to get Molly taken care of then find Duncan.”

Over his dead body. Saxon might have set this all up, but Jake didn’t care. No one was looking after Molly but him. “No need, I’ll take care of Molly.” He was looking forward to it.

Molly fought back tears. This night was not turning out as she’d expected. Instead of feeling turned on she just felt humiliated and sore.

She wanted to go home, and yet she was too proud and stubborn to say her safe word. Besides, it wasn’t the poor Dom’s fault she couldn’t get into it, there was no reason to ruin the scene for him. He was only doing as she’d asked him to. Maybe that was the problem? Was it because it felt too fake? Or maybe it was because he was a complete stranger. She didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him. Wasn’t turned on at all by him. He barely looked like he was

out of high school. When Saxon had introduced them she’d nearly cried. She wasn’t looking for a boy, she wanted . . . Jake.

Nope. Not going there. Jake wasn’t interested in her. And she needed to get that through her head. There were lots of other Doms for her to play with. Except, she didn’t want to play anymore.

Surely this couldn’t go on much longer. She’d just stay quiet, take her punishment—at least that’s what it felt like—and then she’d go home and nurse her pride with a bottle of chardonnay, and her ass with a bag of ice.

She heard someone approach. She tried to relax, but instead she just seemed to stiffen up more as he stopped next to her, laying his hand on her back. Only this time instead of feeling slightly chilled by his touch, heat filled her.

What was going on?

“Hey, Molly. How you doing?”

Oh, fuck.

Part of her wanted to close her eyes and hide. Kind of difficult to do when you were tied down with your bottom completely bare. Shit. Why did he have to be here tonight? Right now he was no doubt getting an eyeful of her overabundant curves. She really hadn’t thought this through.

Idiot.

Why hadn’t she asked for a private room? Or at least to keep her panties on? Calm down. She couldn’t do anything to erase the last few hours. But tomorrow she’d leave and never see anyone again. She’d just buy that ticket to Samoa and fly on out of here.

Running, Molly? That’s never going to solve your issues. She squashed her inner, rational voice. She didn’t want to analyze her actions right now. She just wanted to cover her butt. She sniffled. Oh, crap. Now she was going to cry. Would the humiliation never end?

“Molly, look at me.”

Nope. Not happening. If she didn’t answer he would, hopefully, go away, then surely someone would untie her, and she could get out of there. Slink away and lick her wounds. Well, in this case she’d ice them. Not much she could do about her pride though.

Why hadn’t she enjoyed this? It had been exactly what she’d asked for, and yet she wasn’t aroused in the slightest.

“Molly. Look at me.” This time his voice was pure command, one she couldn’t ignore. She turned, staring at him through blurry eyes.

He narrowed his gaze, studying her.