Club Mephisto (Club Mephisto 1)

"Wet, are we?" he asked. "Yes, bondage turns me on too."

He undid his pants and sheathed himself, then took hold of her thighs and pressed into her wet slit. She shuddered at the sliding, stretching pleasure of being impaled on his cock. He entered and left her in shallow movements, bumping against her clit and arching over her. His hands were braced on either side of the table near her hips. She was going to come. She was going to die from the bondage, the powerlessness. He slid over her g-spot, creating shivery pangs of sensation and a desperate need for release. She gazed up at him, taking in the bunching of his muscles and the hard definition of his abs. He was studying her, his eyes full of some unknown but rigid intent.

"You haven't come since you've been here with me, girl. Have you?"

She shifted slightly, trying to pull herself from the haze of arousal to attend to his question. "I... No... You said—"

"I haven't given permission, and you've obeyed me. So it's been how long for you?"

She licked her lips. "Almost...well...two days. Since the night my Master brought me here."

"And have you wanted to come since you've been here?"

"Oh...God..." Her eyes rolled back in her head as he swiveled his hips and slid the head of his cock across her g-spot again. "Oh, Master, I really want to come right now."

"Don't," he said roughly. He was fucking faster now, driving her toward her peak. Don't. Don't. She pushed down the burgeoning impulse to come, to give in and let the rhythms of her orgasm take her. She gritted her teeth, looking around to distract herself, but his cock was demanding attention inside her, warming and filling her. Don't. To her relief, he pulled away from her, stripped off his condom, and shot his cum on her belly and breasts. She tried to catch her breath as the impetus to come slowly ebbed away. She couldn't repress a little whine. She looked up at him guiltily.

He laughed, trailing a finger through his cum, drawing the warm fluid up and around one taut, aching nipple. "Don't worry. It's okay to be frustrated. Edging is frustrating. For you anyway."

She made another soft sound, of protest or complaint, but he ignored it, turning away to pick up a vibrator. She shifted in her bonds as he eyed her. He took his time fiddling with the different settings, making her wait. She knew what edging was. She already knew she didn't like it.

"Please..." she said softly, but he was already spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. He placed the tip against her clit, just a light vibration. She breathed in and out, trying to distract herself, trying not to focus on the growing heat between her legs. He was patient, moving the vibrator up and down across her button until, despite her best efforts, her hips were moving, seeking needed release. "Please..." she whispered again.

"No begging," he said. "I'm doing this for my pleasure. This is not about you. This is about teaching you just how much control I have over you—your happiness and your misery. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. But...please—"

"Every time you say please, I'm going to make this even harder on you."

She clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes, but that was no good, because it only made the arousal grow sharper, a living need between her legs. She bucked against the buzzing tool, knowing it was dangerous, that she might come—

He pulled it away and switched it off. She sobbed softly, swallowing down the pleas that swirled in her mind. She sucked in breath, making fists in the cuffs that held her. Just...don't. Mind over matter. You can do this, Molly. Do it for his pleasure.

A moment later, the buzzing sound again. Her inner pep talk transmuted into budding anger. How could he expect her to endure this? He was waiting until the arousal became almost—almost—bearable, only to bring her back to the brink of insanity again. She could go two days without an orgasm easily. She could go two months, two years without an orgasm, but not when she was being teased like this. She glared at him and he stopped in the act of lowering the horrible instrument of her torture.

"You want to scratch my face off, don't you?"

"Master! Pleas—" She bit off the words, but it was too late. He put the vibrator down and went to select some nipple clamps from the wall. She keened in her throat as he flicked each nipple, knowing full well the pain that was coming. She stared at the clover-style clamps in dread and then sobbed aloud as he closed them on each nipple, his face a complete mask in the face of her obvious torture. Mephisto. He was a demon personified. She wailed as he parted her pussy lips again. Just the brush of his fingers had her close to coming. If he touched her with that thing—

She tried to shift away, tried to close her thighs, but he only slapped them open. He pressed the vibrator to her clit and a shuddering spark snaked between her pussy and her nipples. She lost. Her body betrayed her and spun into a forbidden orgasm. She was racked by convulsive waves of pleasure she couldn't control. She was vaguely aware of him cursing and putting down the vibrator. She lay limp, suffused with pleasure, but at the same time, she knew she'd disappointed him. Not disappointed him. Disobeyed him. She could see the anger in his face, and hear it in his words when he told her sharply that she'd have to be punished. He uncuffed her ankles and she watched him go to the wall and return with a leather strap. She was still half-floating as he lifted her legs in the air and held her ankles. But then—

Oh God! She screamed and kicked as the thick leather strap whipped full force against the back of her legs. When she caught her breath again, she started crying "No, no, no!"

Whap. The pain was excruciating, a stinging fire that spread from ass to thighs. She scissored her legs, trying to draw them down to protect herself, but he only leaned into them, pinning them back with a broad shoulder. Holding her immobile, he spanked her again and again. All desire and lust fled, replaced by a desperate survival instinct. "Ow, ow! Ow!" She squiggled her rear and yanked at the cuffs on her wrists, but he grabbed the chain between the clamps on her breasts and tugged until she capitulated and lay still. Another blow—punishing leather against her tender upper thighs and the sensitive skin just beneath her ass cheeks. She screamed and cried, but he was relentless. Finally he stopped, laying the strap against the steaming fire that was her ass.

"Are you allowed to come without permission?" he asked.

"No, Master," she almost screamed. She would say anything, anything to make the punishment stop. He yanked the chain again, causing a brutal pain in her nipples that was not at all erotic.

"Do you deserve to come whenever you wish?"

"No, Master!"

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sp; "Who controls your pussy? Who controls your body?"

"You do, Master! Always!" The last word was a gasp. She howled as he laid one more harsh blow across her bottom, and almost kicked him in the head. He released her to go hang up the strap while she lay with her legs flopping limp, crying. He returned and recuffed them.

"Stop that crying or I'll gag you."

She sucked in the sobs heaving in her chest and wished she could wipe the tears and snot running down her face. As soon as she could trust her voice again, she said, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry I displeased you. Thank you for punishing me."

"I hope you learned a lesson."

She hiccoughed and drew in a deep, bracing breath. "I did, Master. Thank you."

He leaned to wipe her face with a handful of tissues, while words of apology and thanks and pleading fell over each other in their rush to leave her mouth. He finally silenced her with a finger on her lips.

"Just show me that 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 gazed at him, at the stern set of his brow and the intensity in his eyes. "Yes, Master. You want me to be frustrated and unsatisfied."

His eyes flickered, and the set of his mouth relaxed. "Yes. That's what I want." She heard the buzz again and a stray tear slid from the corner of her eye. She was miserable because she'd failed him, but even more miserable that the lessons had to continue. She was usually so good at everything, but this...

He lowered the vibrator directly onto her clit, buzzing higher this time. She was so miserable that the arousal didn't come at first. But he was patient, so patient. She squeezed her interior walls, wanting penetration, wanting release, even as her ass cheeks ached from punishment, hot against the cold vinyl beneath.