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

for her ass. As he finally pushed it home, she whined helplessly. “You must feel desperately horny right now,” he said. “Desperately aroused.”
    “I do, Master,” she said. “I want to come so bad.”
    “But you won’t, will you? And now...” He smoothed the leather harness against her skin and threaded the belt around the top to hold it snug, buckling it in the back. “Now you simply won’t have the ability. The oil will be enough of an irritant to keep the penetration from feeling pleasurable, and this plate will more or less put your clit out of commission. You’ll have to suffer for Master’s pleasure, won’t you?”
    “Yes, Master.” Oh, God, the frustrated resignation in her voice almost had him ripping the chastity belt off to fuck her again. No, he had to show control. This was a control moment, not a selfish-impromptu-fuck moment. It was time to lock her down.
    “Look at me,” he said, tipping her head back. “I see no more reason for you to talk to me, only to obey. You can obey without speaking. So unless I ask you a direct question from now on, I want no words.”
    “But...please Master, may I ask one more question?”
    “One more.”
    “Must I be completely silent?”
    “Silent? No, girl. I said no words, not no noise.” Mephisto shrugged. “Feel free to scream, whine, or whimper as needed. I actually quite enjoy hearing you make those sounds.”
    “Thank you, Mas—” she started to say, until he silenced her with a finger. And that was that. No more voice. He’d miss it, but he liked the control more.

The Third Day
     
    Mephisto loved the smell of women. He loved their softness, their mystery. He loved the grace of a truly submissive woman. But sometimes he liked the roughness of a man...and there was only one man who would have dared crawl into his bed at four in the morning. Jamie.
    Mephisto turned over, half asleep, and groped in his bedside drawer for a condom. He wrestled Jamie onto his stomach and leaned hard on his shoulders while he penetrated him. “Oh, God, Mephisto,” Jamie whined. “That fucking hurts.” Mephisto clamped a hand over his mouth and drove in to the hilt. Jamie was a brat. Fucking him was kind of like fucking a tornado, but Mephisto enjoyed that about him.
    Tonight though, Mephisto was tired. He grabbed a fistful of Jamie’s blond hair and pressed his face down into the pillow until he stopped tossing around. “Good boy,” Mephisto crooned. “Lie still, quietly, and let me take your asshole.”
    Mephisto wasn’t sure if he made him be quiet as a power-and-control thing, or so he wouldn’t wake up Molly. Not that Mephisto cared if his slave missed out on sleep, but she might be alarmed to find a large, unknown stranger in the room with them. The power-and-control factor was pretty nice too. Jamie was usually very vocal, especially bottoming, but now he shuddered under Mephisto in silence, his mouth impeded by Mephisto’s hard palm. “Good boy,” Mephisto said again. “Obedient fucking slut.”
    There weren’t many men who got Mephisto going. When he was with Jamie, his body responded to the dichotomy of Jamie’s power paired with submission. It was a heady mix. It was one thing to make a woman submit. With Mephisto’s strength and stature, he could theoretically force compliance from a woman. With Jamie, whose strength matched Mephisto’s, compliance had to be granted, and it
was
granted...barely. It was the “barely” that got Mephisto hot.
    By the time morning arrived, Mephisto was hard again. Molly was probably awake and getting an eyeful. Mephisto didn’t care, didn’t even look her way. He sat up on the edge of the bed, fisting his cock and eying Jamie. “Suck me,” he ordered in a tired, impatient growl.
    The muscular man crawled between Mephisto’s legs and ran his tongue up his cock and around the bulbous head. Then he shifted and took him deep, with warm, shudder-inducing pressure. Jesus, Mephisto adored women, he really