Molly's Lips: Club Mephisto Retold (6 page)

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 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.

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 did, but no one sucked cock like a man. The pleasure built fast, buzzed and pulsed in his balls. Jamie pumped his dick and then deep throated him over and over.

Mephisto loved when Jamie blew through town.

He heard a sound from Molly’s cage and turned to her. He could hardly focus, but he saw her eyes were wide. She was watching intently. The idea of that turned him on so much he grabbed Jamie’s head and practically choked him with his thrusts. Mephisto came less than a minute later, spewing in the back of his friend’s throat. Mephisto fell back on the bed, stretching and basking in the afterglow of the powerful orgasm. “We have an audience,” he said, nodding in Molly’s direction.

Jamie turned to look at her. “Who is she?”

“Someone I’m watching for the week. Slavegirl. More of a fuck doll, but it’s her Master’s tastes.”

Mephisto let her out and took off the harness since he’d be in direct control of her for the next few hours. It wasn’t until they were halfway through breakfast that he realized she was in a bad mood. Her back was ramrod straight, and her eyes avoided his even when he fed her. Jealousy? That would be flattering. Frustration over the orgasm denial? More likely.

“So who does she belong to?” Jamie asked as he tore into his second omelet.

“Friend of mine. You don’t know him.”

“She’s quiet.”

“She’s not allowed to talk.”

Jamie’s eyes widened. “For how long?”

“For as long as I like. Maybe all week.” Mephisto shrugged. “She’s used to control. She needs it.” Although she didn’t look so happy just then. Come to think of it, Jamie looked a little cranky too. Battle of the jealous fuck toys. Mephisto had a momentary comic impulse to set them loose in the dungeon together with a couple of weapons and see who survived. Jamie was strong, but Molly was little and quick. Clayton kept her in good shape. Mephisto pictured her straddling Jamie with a knife at his jugular and a howl of victory on her lips.

“What are you laughing at?” Jamie asked.

Mephisto shook his head. “Nothing. Finish eating and clean up the dishes. I have to harness her again if we’re going to go out.”

Mephisto led her back to his bedroom and pulled her into his lap on the bed. “I wonder what’s the matter with my pouty little sex slave this morning,” he said lightly. He turned her so her back was to his front, and then spread her thighs. There was an infinitesimal moment of resistance, quickly quelled. He traced over her pubic lips, her slick, swollen clit. She pressed her head back against his shoulder with a moan.

“Hmm, she’s turned on, so she must be enjoying herself,” he murmured. “What a mystery.”

He teased her a little more, drawing her juices up from between her legs to draw circles around her nipples and breasts. Each touch, each caress was met with a whimper or sigh.

“No, I just don’t understand it,” he whispered against her ear. “It’s too bad she’s not permitted to talk. She could just tell me what the problem was. That...perhaps...she really wanted to come, but Master won’t let her. Or perhaps she’s jealous of Master’s friend, who gets all the hard cock he wants and gets to come too, all over Master’s bedsheets.” He nipped at her delicate earlobe. “It seems so unfair. You know, I jacked him off while I fucked him. I wanted him to come. But you don’t get to come, do you?”

He put a hand over her mouth before she slipped up and replied. “Oh, and you don’t get to talk either. Poor girl. Ah, well.” He put her back in the harness—without the dildos—and leashed her to the foot of his bed. She looked up at him in resignation. “Be a good girl,” he said.

With his slave squared away, Mephisto accompanied Jamie to a photo shoot and interview for a local magazine. Jamie was part of a Seattle-grown band gone big. Mephisto had known Jamie for years, since college. Jamie was a great musician and a charismatic performer. He certainly deserved his success, although, less than a year into it, he was already jaded by fame. Mephisto watched in amusement as hordes of female groupies swarmed Jamie outside his hotel. He thought of Molly back at Club Mephisto, kneeling beside his bed. Had she recognized Jamie? Most likely not. He doubted Jamie’s brand of progressive funk rock got a lot of play on Clayton’s sound system.

After a late lunch he and Jamie went back to the club to play some more. They got out the heavy toys, whips and anal hooks and floggers. Jamie was a sick masochist, and Mephisto enjoyed beating the crap out of someone who was really, really hard to break down. No fragility there...just an able male body begging
more, more, more. Is that all you got?
Mephisto worked over his friend until Jamie just about reached his limit, until Mephisto’s own cock was bursting for satisfaction. He dragged Jamie back to the bedroom.

In the frenzy of their violent scening he’d forgotten about Molly kneeling there beside his bed. He wondered what she’d made of all the noises filtering back from the dungeon. She was staring at his cock and practically drooling. God, he was so worked up. He leaned over the bed and signaled Jamie to fuck him. Jamie rolled on a condom and added plenty of lube. He had a big fucking dick, and even when Mephisto bottomed to him, Mephisto was still the top. Jamie knew better than to brutalize him.

Mephisto grunted as Jamie’s cock breached his ass. The sliding burn set him on fire, unleashed some carnal violence in him. Jamie’s tentative hands rested on his hips and Mephisto felt a sudden animal impulse to fuck something else while he was being fucked.

“Girl!” Molly jumped at his feet. He jerked her leash, unwrapping it with shaking hands. “Up. Go get a condom. Now.”

She ran to get one and skittered back, her eyes on his jutting cock. Behind him, Jamie was pulling back and driving deep again, clutching at Mephisto’s hips, groaning to hold back his own orgasm. He knew better than to come before Mephisto.

“Lay on the bed,” Mephisto ordered, grabbing the condom from Molly, ripping open the wrapper, and rolling it down his length. He was so worked up, even that contact was excruciating. He cursed under his breath, working the buckles of her chastity belt and yanking it off. He drove inside her, into her wet, tight, needy center, levering himself over her with his hands braced on the bed. Behind him, Jamie thrust harder, faster, running his hands up Molly’s thighs.

It was a glorious fuckfest. Mephisto’s anus clenched around the cock in his ass while he drove recklessly into his slave, and each movement, each stroke brought a greater intensity to the joining. Jamie’s groans were peaking, and Mephisto’s whole body vibrated with a pleasure that felt dangerous. He ground his teeth and put his hands over Jamie’s on Molly’s thighs. She was panting, her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back as he jolted her against the bed.

“Don’t come,” he grunted, pinching her nipple. “You. Girl. You don’t come.”

He barely caught her nod before he lost it, ramming her hard, spilling himself inside her pussy in white hot pulses of release. Behind him, Jamie bucked and practically knocked him over onto Molly as he climaxed. Mephisto pushed him back and they fell to the floor in a grapple that ended in a long, lingering kiss. When he finally got up to strap Molly back into her chastity harness, her eyes were shimmering with tears. What would she say if he let her speak?

He thought it was kinder not to let her speak at all.

*** *** ***

Later that evening, Mephisto fed Molly, and then he and Jamie went out bar crawling. They eventually ended up at a scruffy Irish bar on the east side of town. Mephisto chuckled as Jamie eased gingerly onto the bar stool beside him.