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

cry and drew in a slow, bracing breath. “I did, Master. Thank you.”
    He took some tissues to her face, to the tears pooling down by her ears and the snot coming out of her nose. She babbled more apologies, more broken
thank you
’s and
oh Master
’s and
I’m sorry
’s until he finally placed his fingers over her lips.
    “Enough. Just show me you’ve learned something. I know this might not seem important to you, but it is to me. I want you to
want
. I don’t want you to achieve satisfaction. Not yet. Do you understand?”
    She nodded. “Yes, Master. You want me to be frustrated and unsatisfied.”
    To put it bluntly, he thought, chuckling. “Yes. That’s what I want,” he answered out loud in an authoritative tone. He parted her legs and turned the vibrator up higher this time. He doubted she could feel anything at the moment besides the ache in her ass, but he could do this all day. He wanted her to see not only how much power he had over her, but how much he could take away. Not just her free will, but her ability to feel pleasure and respond to it in her own way. And when he finally allowed her to come...
    It wasn’t very long before her hips started moving again. In avoidance at first, but then in a decidedly wanton way.
    “Oh, please!” she burst out. Mephisto gave her a sharp slap on the cheek.
    “I said no begging. You’re not trying at all to obey me,” he snapped. “This would all go a lot easier for you if you’d just try. Is this how you serve your Master?”
    He’d promised to make it harder for each please. He hoped she had some reserves of strength left. He grabbed a vial of ginger-based oil and returned, shaking it between his fingers. He believed she recognized it, because she started crying again. He rubbed just a fingertip’s worth on her clit—enough to tease but not enough to undo all the work they’d done so far. He grabbed her face and glared at her until he had her attention. Through the pain, through the tingling and stinging of the oil, he saw her intellect there.
    “Listen to me,” he said slowly. “Focus. Do not come. I don’t care how you manage it. I’m going to tease you, and then I’m going to stop. You restrain yourself.”
    “Yes, Master,” she said between gasps.
    He worked with her for another ten minutes, although it probably seemed like hours and hours from her suffering vantage point. He took her right to the edge two more times, and both times, with steely resolve, Molly managed not to come. With a satisfied nod of approval, he finally silenced the vibrator. A few tears of relief coursed down her cheeks, over the light mark where he’d slapped her. He ran gentle fingers up the insides of her thighs.
    “I enjoyed that very much, although I doubt you did.”
    He removed the clamps, undid the cuffs, and put her to work licking off the mess she’d made of the upholstery. That done, he took her with him into the shower. He washed her himself, especially her pussy and clit, so she wouldn’t accidentally bring herself to orgasm.
Mine. I own this for now.
Poor girl. Even as he dried her off, she still tensed and clung to him, wanting the relief he was unwilling to give her.
    She would see soon enough that she wasn’t getting relief anytime soon. He led her back out to the club’s playroom, and opened the black bag to show her the chastity belt with its two carefully affixed metal dildos. He picked up the little vial of oil from the table and worked a thin sheen over both the rigid toys.
    Molly shook her head. Cute, but pointless.
    “Bend over the table.”
    She only hesitated a moment but that earned her another swipe of the stinging, nagging oil across her clit. Silly girl. Still trying to resist him at this point? He pinched her clit roughly and then leaned over her back with his lips at her ear. “Oh my,” he breathed. “Still so slick, still so swollen.”
    He started working the dildos into her orifices. He had to add more oil to lubricate the one