Today Felicity Brandon is a guest on my blog with the first part of her upcoming dark romance and kidnap thriller Taken, Book 1 of her Dark Necessities trilogy that continues in the twisted pages of Tamed, released in December 2018, and concludes in the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).
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One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.
Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?
If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.
Buy Taken to begin this hauntingly addictive set.
Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined.
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She was sobbing outright now, but she did as he asked, moving her body to comply with his demands while she balanced on her elbows. He could sense there was still fight in his captive, but for the time being, all she demonstrated was resignation, as though she realized her arse was his now, and there was nothing she could do about it. He wondered fleetingly if the prospect made her as horny as it did him.
“I want deep breaths,” he told her. “Nice long deep ones as the plug enters you. Show me.”
Molly struggled, pulling in large shaky breaths as best she could in her current emotional state, and he patted her bottom approvingly.
“Good,” he encouraged as he slid the first inch inside her. “Keep going.”
There was tension in her hips and thighs as the plug invaded her body, but somehow his little pet managed to keep going, pulling in the air as best she could. As he reached the roundest part of the dildo though, she began to panic, and her breathing became shallow as her muscles clenched the foreign body. “It won’t fit,” she squealed, the desperation she felt evident in her tone. “Please Sir, it won’t go any further.”
Connor would have laughed at her pathetic little plea, had he not been so irritated with her. “Rubbish!” he barked, striking the vulnerable thigh nearest his palm. “It will fit just fine if you relax, now breathe.”
The top half of Molly collapsed fully onto the bed, but Connor noticed her behind relax as instructed. He pressed forward with each new breath, watching as the five inches of plug disappeared snugly into the little pet’s bottom. In the end, there was only the base of the plug visible between her pert cheeks, a view which made him want to cram her wet pussy full of his cock without any further hesitation.
“All done,” he said proudly, sitting back to admire the look of his butt-plugged little pet. One thing was for sure, he couldn’t wait until she’d be ready to take one with a tail attached. Then she’d truly be his little leashed pet. “Now let me make this really clear, pet. That plug stays in until either I remove it, or I give you permission to do so. Have you got that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, her tone breathless and erratic.
If he didn’t know better, Connor would have thought his little captive was quite enjoying this subjugation, although he felt sure she’d never admit as much.
“If you disobey me on this,” he continued, “then you’ll be meeting the end of my belt. Which I don’t think you’ll appreciate.” He chuckled at the final sentiment and watched as her pale body shuddered.
“Now, what do you say, little one?” he asked, intentionally making his tone stern to startle the trembling woman before him.
It worked, and he watched as her body tensed all over again and she turned anxiously to meet his gaze. Her eyes were questioning, as if she had no clue what he expected.
He sighed, laughing to himself as he smacked her plugged bottom playfully. “I have just given you a gift, pet,” he told her firmly. “So, what do you say?”
Molly’s lips parted and he watched as her pupils dilated. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, lowering her gaze at her obvious humiliation.
“Better,” he responded. “Now tell me what you’re thankful for.”
Her face screwed into a tight ball at the question, and he gave her a moment to process the request, but only a moment.
“Molly,” he warned in a low growl. “Answer me.”
Her eyes snapped open and there were fresh tears as the words he longed to hear rolled from her lips. “Thank you for plugging my ass, Sir.”
His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike reverberated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank, he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as best he could as the impact vibrated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.
“Why are you being spanked, pet?” he growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.
She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.
Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity toward the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.
“More specifically,” he demanded, “tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”
Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to color wonderfully.
“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.
Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted. “That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.
“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.
“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again.
“What are you?” he demanded again. “Why are you kept leashed and why do you drink from a bowl?”
Molly gulped, her face blanching as his meaning became clearer. Connor’s hand had stopped spanking her since its contact with her wet seam, and as he waited for her reply, his digits were tantalizingly close to her pussy. His gaze never left her though, and all the while, his stare penetrated her face as he pushed her to admit her new-found status.
“I’m your pet, Sir,” she mumbled at length, and as she admitted the words out loud, her voice broke with her humiliation.
“Tell me again,” he insisted, and this time he allowed just one finger to brush against her labia.
She gasped, but her body shuddered, and her hips began to move again, as though they were acting on some type of reflex. “I’m your pet, Sir,” she conceded, her voice louder this time.
Connor rewarded her with one finger, which he slipped effortlessly into her tight channel. Molly moaned gratefully in response, her eyes still blinking away tears as she made eye contact with her captor.
“Do you understand who’s in charge now?” he questioned her, pressing his advantage.
Her head nodded against the bedding beside him as a second digit joined his first inside her pussy. “Yes, yes, Sir,” she gasped as he began to ease out, and then back inside her. Her cheeks had a blazing red hue by now, and he knew the spanking must have hurt, but unbelievably, his pet was wetter than ever. It seemed to Connor that she was caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
“Who?” he growled, fingering her slowly as he assessed her responses.
She panted as she replied, her legs splayed naturally to accommodate his intrusion. “You, Sir,” she whispered. “You are in charge.”
“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.
She shifted her gaze to follow the sound of his voice, her face no doubt portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.
“No?” he repeated back to her as he stepped forward out of the black shadows of the furthest corner. His right brow arched in the tantalizing way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.
“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.
He moved toward her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.
Molly blinked up at her captor. Free of her binds at last, she felt bolstered and no longer wanted to call him Master. She could never allow a monster like Connor to master her. “What?”
“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, pet? I know you’d enjoy that, and if you didn’t already know, I love the thrill of the chase.”
Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him? Is that why he’d removed the chains? Was this just the latest game he wanted to play?
“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know if you run, I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up straight beside him, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto his. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?
His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, pet,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I knew you before we’d even met. I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”
She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did seem to know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was freaking infuriating.
“Look at me.” His voice was sterner, having taken on some of the quality which made the knot of anxious energy in her belly tighten. She complied, not wanting to rile the beast in him. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing green orbs utterly compelling. His hand came slowly to her face. Molly flinched out of instinct, but relaxed when he began to caress the side of her face with calm, gentle strokes. “This is your story, pet,” he mused. “Our story. If you want to run, then I am not going to stop you.”
“But you will chase me?” she whispered, her fear furling as simmering arousal at his touch began to flood her system. She knew she shouldn’t crave him, but she found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was like a reflex. Despite the fact this was the same hand that had captured, and tormented her, it was also the hand that had rescued and comforted her – and pleasured her.
Connor’s chuckle resonated deeply inside of Molly’s body. “Of course,” he answered, his fingers tightening in her long dark hair. “I will chase you because you’re mine, pet. You belong to me now, we both know that, don’t we?” He hesitated as though he expected her to speak, but she merely blinked at him. Too terrified to respond. Too afraid of what her answer might be. “Molly?”
The sound of her name made her lips part. It was intimate, fanning the flames of her burgeoning need. “Yes, Master?” she said, her voice barely audible as she confessed the truth.
For a moment they just stared at one another, the admission lingering in the dank air around them.
“But that’s not the only reason I’d chase you,” he went on eventually. “I’d chase you because it’s what you want, Molly, isn’t it?”
Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
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