She gave him a shy, impish smile. “Maybe if I had lessons first.”
“You’re pressing your luck, little slave girl,” he replied, gripping her wrist. Even that gentle, teasing bondage ignited a spark in her eyes, a hot resonance in her body. He groaned softly, too softly for her to hear. He had to get her home. Soon. But first...
“From here on out, I’d like you to call me Master.” His voice was low and passionately intense. “I’ll try to be a careful, nurturing Master to you. I won’t offer you a collar for at least a month, so if things don’t work out...”
He couldn’t finish that sentence. Didn’t really need to. They both knew things would work out. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips, once, twice. He opened his eyes to find her gazing back at him, all there, all lucid, and happily choosing to submit to his will.
“You know,” he said, “sometimes I’ll want times like these when we just hang out. Not as Master and slave. As lovers. As friends. I’ll want deep talks and long walks. I won’t give you a full-time dynamic that never changes. Not because I don’t value you, but because I value you too much. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
After a pause, she nodded. “Me and Clayton used to have times like that. Well, my collar never came off but...” She blinked a few times. “In the end, those are the times I really remember. Not because they were the best times between us, but because they were the times we felt most connected.”
“It’s weird but I almost always feel connected to you. I felt a connection the first time I saw you. Do you remember?”
She buried her head in his shoulder. “No. I was too drunk.”
“You were drunk as a skunk, and I hate drunk ass people, so there was something else there. Something more that drew me to you.”
She looked up at him, her eyes sharp with curiosity. “What was it? That something more?”
I burned for you. I’ve burned for you for so long. “I don’t know. Some spark, Molly. With people like us, you can’t always explain why you want something. You just do.” He stroked her hair one more time and got to his feet, reaching down to help her up. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream before we head back.”
*** *** ***
The ice cream was a nice touch. Molly remembered him feeding her an ice cream cone...oh...ages ago. Two and a half years ago, just like this, only then she’d been on the tail end of a really difficult week of orgasm denial and speech restriction, implemented by Mephisto, of course. She’d hated it in the moment, but later, she’d thought of it time and time again, and in hindsight it was nothing but hot. Scorching.
Things were still hot between them. Growing hotter. Mephisto licked her lips as often as he licked the ice cream cone. He stared as she ran her tongue up the mountain of vanilla soft-serve, teasing him. She ended up with some on her nose and he licked that off too. An older lady walking by gave both of them an affronted glare.
He leaned close, brushing warm lips against her temple. “Messy little girl,” he said. “Where are your parents?”
Molly giggled. “They’re not watching. They, uh...let me wander off.”
“Did they?” He held the cone, urging her to take another lick. She could actually see his erection growing larger behind the fabric of his jeans. She swirled her tongue around the tip and waggled it at him. He sighed softly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? They didn’t let you wander off. You ran away.”
Molly fluttered her eyes at him. “I’m not a bad girl. I’m a good girl. I’m a really good girl.”
Mephisto stifled a smile as she did more obscene things to the ice cream cone, then he took another broad lick himself. Ohh... It reminded her of things. Naughty things. He eyed her and pulled her into his lap.
“If you come home with me, little girl, I’ll give you candy.”
“Candy?” Molly put a finger to her bottom lip. “But I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers.”
“And toys. I can show you some toys you’ll really love.”
“You have toys?”
His gaze darkened. “I have lots of things for a good girl like you in my dungeo— At my house.”
“It is a nice house?”
“A nice house?” Mephisto squeezed her. “It’s made of gingerbread, with a candy roof.”
Molly laughed and buried her head against his neck. He smelled like fresh air and vanilla ice cream. “Do you have room for me at your gingerbread house?”
He forced her head back and dropped a kiss on her lips. “I have plenty of room for a lost little girl like you. You need a place to call home, and a Daddy to make you behave better.” His eyes glittered with a wicked spark. “I have a special cage with your name on it, and a pretty collar if you’re good.” He chuckled softly. “I had a chastity belt too, but a very bad girl I used to know shredded it and set it on fire.”
She feigned horror, gasping, and then she laughed. She and her old Master had seldom joked and played like this. Mephisto was different, but that was okay. She was having fun. She felt safe. She shifted closer on his lap, leaning into his broad chest, knowing she’d made the right decision. After so many months of turmoil and uncertainty, she felt relaxed at last in his arms. In his care. As they split the last few licks, excitement started to flare in her middle. When he crunched through the last of the cone and looked down at her, she shivered.
“I hope you don’t have any plans for the rest of the afternoon,” he murmured, sliding his erection against her hip.
“I’m supposed to spend every afternoon doing something to improve myself,” Molly said.
“Oh, I’ll be improving you, kitten,” he returned with a breathtaking smile. An alarming smile, really. The ride back home seemed to take a lot longer than the ride there. She was going to be his now. His to manipulate, to play with, to punish if he wished it. He’d so carefully adhered to her boundaries while she made her way through her confusion and sadness following her Master’s death. Now she’d taken those boundaries away.
Oh my God. Oh, yes.
He stopped her just inside the door. “Clothes off. No more clothes in the house unless you’re told to wear them.” The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “You’re used to that, yes?”
She smiled. “Yes, Master. But it’s been a while.” Wow, over half a year. It seemed longer and yet it seemed like only moments had gone by.
“It will feel normal again soon,” he said. “Go put your clothes in the bedroom, use the restroom, and return here.”
Molly shot a look around the play space. It was dark even during daylight hours, by design of course. By the time she returned, the darkness was replaced by the glow of what had to be twenty or thirty candles placed in various places around the room. It was scary and eerie but so beautiful in a way. Like him.
He stood beside a bondage rack, his shirt off, his hands open at his sides. She swallowed hard and tried to present herself to him without feeling ashamed. Without feeling fearful. I trust him. I do.
“How sleek you look without your clothes on, kitten.” His voice was low and smooth, the voice of someone comfortable being in charge. He beckoned her and she crossed to him like she was caught in some dungeon-based tractor beam. When she was near enough, he reached for her. He slid an arm around her waist, snaking the other hand down to cup her mons. “Such a pretty kitty,” he murmured.
He parted her with his fingers. She stared at the line of his hard jaw as he probed and stroked between her slick pussy lips. It felt too good already. She wouldn’t be able to focus on pleasing him if he visited this kind of pleasure on her. She moaned softly as heat throbbed like a drum in her center. Candlelight flickered off his smooth bronze skin and reflected in his dark eyes as he looked at her.
“You can beg for what you’d like, kitten. It would turn me on to hear it.”
“Will you— Ah...” Her voice cut off as he finger fucked her even deeper. “Will you let me have the things I ask for, Master?” she asked shakily.
“Proba
bly not. But I’ll enjoy hearing you beg and whimper when you don’t get your way.”
His words settled right there in her clit, right there beneath his fingers, teasing her, tormenting her.
“Please, Master.”
“‘Please’ is sweet but not specific enough. Tell me what you want.”
“Please keep touching me. Please let me come,” she burst out. “Please let me show you how much you’re turning me on.”