Club Mephisto by Annabel Joseph Page B

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