Molly's Lips: Club Mephisto Retold by Annabel Joseph Read Free Book Online

he sensed she was almost there, he turned off the vibrator and pulled it away. She whimpered like a kitten, her body all loose and trembling. He watched her breathing, waiting for it to slow. The sheen of his cum still shone between her breasts.
    When she seemed calm, he flicked the toy on again. The low buzz sounded loud, almost as loud as her sigh. She turned accusing eyes on him, halting him before he even touched the vibe to her clit.
    “You want to scratch my face off, don’t you?”
    “Master! Pleas—” She remembered too late his warning about her
pleases
. But how to make things harder on her? She was definitely a nipple-sensitive girl. He’d start there. He went and grabbed some nice cruel clover clamps connected by a chain. She watched in horror as he flicked each nipple, then closed the clamps on them. Her hips came off the table, her arms straining in their bonds. She tried desperately to wrench her legs shut as he parted her pussy again, but he was having none of that. He slapped them open and placed the vibrator right against her swollen, sex glazed clit—
    Jesus Christ. Nipple sensitive all right. She came almost the second he touched her. He felt anger, frustration. Not at her, but at himself. And yes, at her. Why was she so fucking orgasmic?
    “You’ll have to be punished for that.” He uncuffed her ankles and went for a thick leather strap. She was sobbing in quick halting gusts as he returned and lifted her legs, pushing them high in the air to expose her bottom. He gave her a hard solid crack against the juncture of ass and thighs. She screamed and almost kicked him in the head.
    “No, no, no!” she cried as he drew his hand back again.
    He continued the punishment, struggling to control her as she fought him, legs trembling. He knew it hurt her, he knew she was panicking. He held her legs against his shoulder with one hand and strapped her a few more times on her ass and the backs of her thighs. She cried and screamed “
Ow!
” and “
No!
” but to her credit, she didn’t say “
Please
” again. He finally lost his patience and grabbed the chain between the clamps on her breasts, tugging it to get her attention.
    “When this punishment is over, I’ll stop,” he said. “Until then, you will accept what you have coming to you. Do you understand me?” She caught her breath, then nodded, her face awash in tears. This had to be a hard punishment. He knew her ass still hurt from yesterday. He knew the strap felt like hell falling against her tightly stretched skin while her legs flailed in the air. Tough shit. She was a slave, and she had to take it. He grasped her ankles hard in his hands and gave her a look.
    She was better for the rest of the blows. She cried, she screamed, she twisted a little, but she didn’t flail, even when he delivered the last five brutal ones. Then he stopped, still holding the strap against her ass.
    “Are you allowed to come without permission?” he demanded sharply.
    “No, Master,” she answered in a panicked voice.
    “Do you deserve to come whenever you wish?”
    “No, Master!”
    “Who controls your pussy? Who controls your body?”
    “You do, Master! Always!” He gave her one last stinger. Her wail of misery was gorgeous. Broken down. Devastated. He released her legs and left her limp and crying on the table while he went to hang up the strap. God, she was a mess. Such tears. If he thought they were for show, he would have punished her further, but they were quite lovely and real.
    “Stop that crying or I’ll gag you.”
    He could tell Molly tried. She sucked in deep breaths and blew them out again. Tiny sobbing sounds still erupted from her throat now and again, but she found some place of calm. He watched her expectantly. Finally she swallowed and spoke in a tense rasp. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry I displeased you. Thank you for punishing me.”
    “I hope you learned a lesson,” he said, pinching her scarlet ass.
    She choked down a