Burn for You (Club Mephisto 2)

“Stop. Please!” she said after several more stingers.

“I’ll stop when I believe you’ve been punished enough, and then I’ll plant my baby in you.”

“No!”

He gave her a really hard stroke then. She cried out and started sobbing. It was possibly real.

“I don’t want a baby. Please let me go. Please, I’ll do anything.”

He flung the belt aside and went back to look at her face. “I don’t want anything. Don’t you get that by now? There’s only one thing I want.”

“You can fuck me,” she pleaded. “Mouth, ass, even my pussy, as long as you wear a condom. If you come inside me, I’ll get pregnant and I don’t want to.”

He looked down his nose at her. “You don’t have a choice. Not anymore.”

He knelt behind her on the bed. No way could he hold out any longer, and Molly was looking pretty sexed up too. She was grinding her hips against the cushions, arching her back. “No,” she wailed, even as she opened her legs a little wider. He shoved the head of his cock against her pussy and then eased in. She twisted, pretending to fight him, and oh God, it felt so good he almost came off inside her right then.

Molly gasped as he entered her. “No, no,” she yelled, but her pussy was screaming, oh yes! Her clit had started buzzing as soon as she started fighting him, and now, tied up and fucked, her whole body was on fire. “No, I don’t want your baby.”

Mephisto pounded her harder, grasping her aching ass cheeks. “You’re not leaving this bed until you’ve got a load of my cum in your uterus. Maybe two loads. I can’t wait to see you get big and round with my baby.”

Molly buried her head in the pillows to stop herself from laughing. The stuff he came out with in the middle of these scenes... “I don’t want your cum in my uterus,” she yelled once she composed herself, and then it was him chuckling behind her. Oh God, the way his cock stretched her, hitting her right at her g-spot. “Please...please.” He slowed, grinding on her. She clenched the sheets in her hands and held her breath. “Oh...oh, oh!”

“You want to come, don’t you?” Mephisto’s deep, raspy voice only made her burn hotter. “But if you come, it’s going to make me come. As soon as your pussy clamps down on me...”

Oh, God, oh God!

“As soon as you come, it’s going to milk the baby juice right out of me.”

Molly dissolved into more helpless laughter. Baby juice? “I want to come,” she whined. “I have to come.”

“Come for me, baby. Come on.” His voice was gruff and urgent. She sucked in a breath and let it out, her whole body vibrating with a need for release. “Oh, please, Master,” she whispered. He slowed, fucking her deep, in and out. His balls slapped against her clit. She tensed her hips and felt herself open and catch fire. She made some kind of animal noise, thinking of nothing but his cock driving into her and wringing her out. Her climax rolled wide and nothing mattered for long seconds but the pleasure, the ecstasy soaking her like a rain shower. He was the storm, pounding into her, driving her down.

His arms braced beside her, hard muscles clenching, as he let out his breath beside her ear. “You’re a good girl,” he whispered. “My beautiful good girl.”

When Molly caught her breath, she whispered, “Do you want to do the cage part now?”

“Oh, yes,” he sighed. He undid her cuffs and helped her up and over to the cage. She felt awkward now climbing in and out but she still fit, even seven months pregnant. He reached in to caress her belly.

“See, this works perfectly for this part now.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Okay, rest a little bit. I’ll bring you some water.”

“Okay. Thank you, Master.”

After she had some water, she drowsed, surrounded by pillows and soft feather blankets. She wasn’t sure how long it was, but then her Master was back, tapping at her cage. He stared in at her, at her nakedness, the mound of her waistline. She pitched her voice to a begging whine.

“Please, I’m hungry.”

“My baby makes you hungry, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, feigning misery. “Please may I eat something? I’m really, really craving ice cream.”

“You’ll get spinach.”

“Oh, please,” she wailed. “I hate spinach.”

“Spinach is good for the baby.”

“Please. You don’t understand how strong these food cravings are.”

“There’s a way to get ice cream. You know what it is, don’t you?”

Her eyes filled with tears. She loved playing this part. “You know I don’t like that. I’m already having a damn baby for you against my will. Why do you make me do that too?”

He shrugged. “If you want the ice cream...” He watched her another couple moments. “Okay, I’ll go get the spinach.”

“No!” She shuddered. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Mephisto’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll get the lube. Come on out. On your hands and knees. Get ready for me.”

Oh, hell. She was ready all right. She loved anal, even though Mephisto was more gentle on her the more pregnant she got. She couldn’t wait until a few months from now when he got back to the serious ass-raping, but for now, she was enjoying the dubious consent play. She moaned softly as he returned and knelt behind her. “Please, I don’t want to. Can’t I give you a blowjob for the ice cream?”

“Sure,” he said. “You can do that too.”

He stood and came around the front of her, yanked her head up and gave her a nice, firm facefucking for a minute or two. Molly drifted, feeling hot and used and taken advantage of in the most sexy of ways. “Please!” she said when he let her come up for air.

“Please fuck your ass? I’d be happy to.” She braced on her arms as he went behind her. This position was actually really relaxing for her back. He smeared a dab of cool lube across her anus and then his thick cock pressed into her. She felt discomfort, then pain, then the welcome release as her body capitulated to the intrusion and let him in. She almost collapsed. She felt so full, so vulnerable and controlled by him.

“Oh, God, it hurts,” she sighed, and it did hurt a little. It always hurt, which is why she loved it so much. Even when the sharp pain eased, there was still the discomfort. The knowledge that yes, he was hurting and invading her to

take his pleasure. Ahh, her clit throbbed hard as she pondered that. It felt so good she almost forgot they were roleplaying. She finally yelled out some words to keep the fantasy going. “You’re hurting me. I hate you for doing this to me! For making me have your baby. For making me have anal sex and making me...eat...spinach!”

He tightened his grip on her hips. “Just close your eyes and think of ice cream.”

“Your cock is hurting my ass.”

He drove a little deeper, a little harder. “How about now? Still hurt?”

“Ohhh...” Her breath sighed out and she sucked it in again. She wouldn’t be able to keep up the acting much longer, because her brain was quickly emptying of blood. It was collecting instead in her nipples, in her pussy. She bucked back against him, driven on by his grunts and his rough grasp at her waist and hips. He slid his hand down and clasped her center, one finger swirling to circle her swollen clit.

“Ah, see,” he sighed. “That feels better now, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes, it feels wonderful.”

“You lied to me, little girl. You love having your ass fucked. I think I should still make you eat the spinach.”

“No!”

“Yes. For lying to me. Although if you come hard enough, I might soften my stance on that.”

“I’ll come for you. I’ll come for you, just, please...”

Her hips jerked at each wicked tap and tease of her clit as his cock continued to pound her ass. “Now,” he whispered. “Now, come for me. Now, now, now.”

He thrust into her and stayed still, rocking against her, and then it was happening, exactly what he’d asked of her. She clenched around his cock, feeling pleasure suffuse her whole body. He fucked her a couple minutes more, spreading her ass cheeks, saying nasty, yummy things to her that brought on another small orgasm to carry her through his huge, rough one. Molly collapsed on her side, her middle still tingling with aftershocks of arousal.

“Jesus, Molly,” her Master said. “I think you earned some ice cream. Any kind you want.”

Molly smiled. She knew exactly what kind of ice cream she wanted. He did too.

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