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ambivalent gait of hers.
I want to come to you and obey you, but I’m afraid at the same time.
She had good reason to be.
    He patted the table with a hint of a smile. Molly crossed to him and lay back on the cool black leather. As much as he wanted to throw her legs wide and start fucking her, he made himself pause to cuff her down first. Arms spread wide, wrists fastened, and then ankles fixed to stirrups. She wiggled her toes and arched her pelvis just a little. He put a hand on the inside of her thigh, using the other to inspect her pussy. She gasped softly as he thrust his fingers into her already-slick channel.
    “Wet, are we?” he teased. “Yes, bondage turns me on too.”
    He undid his fly to release his aching dick and rolled on a condom, then pressed between her thighs. She was so hot, so tight, gripping his cock with her head thrown back, her eyes closed in concentration. He fucked her with long, pounding strokes, grinding now and again on her clit just to watch her suck in her breath and tremble.
    “You haven’t come since you’ve been here with me, girl. Have you?” he asked, mid-stroke.
    She looked up at him. “I... No... You said—”
    “I haven’t given permission, and you’ve obeyed me.” He twisted his hips, driving deep again. “So it’s been how long for you?”
    She did some mental calculations while he went on fucking her. It was so cute when they were getting fucked and trying to think at the same time. “Almost...well...two days,” she finally managed. “Since the night my Master brought me here.”
    “And have you wanted to come since you’ve been here?”
    “Oh...God...” He practically mounted the table, trying to find her g-spot. If her expression was any indication, he’d had success. “Oh, Master,” she wailed. “I really want to come right now.”
    “Don’t,” he said. He was fucking faster now, driving her toward the very thing he denied her. Her effort not to come, her tiny whines of distress thrilled him. His climax came on him like a clap of thunder. He’d wanted to torment her longer, but not this time. He pulled out, stripped off his condom, and shot his cum over her flat stomach and up onto her breasts. She let out a soft breath of relief that became a low moan of disappointment as he did up his fly.
    Mephisto laughed, rubbing his ejaculate into her skin and up around her puckered nipples. She shivered a little, her hips shifting on the table. “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s okay to be frustrated. Edging is frustrating. For you anyway.”
    She didn’t seem to appreciate his attempt at humor. His lips twisted in a secret smile as he turned away to pick up a vibrator. He turned back, playing with the settings, plastering a serious, forbidding look on his face.
    “Please,” she begged softly. He knew she meant
Please, don’t
, but he was already spreading her pussy lips, looking for that tiny, sensitive bit of flesh. He placed the tip of the vibrator right against it, on a mercifully low setting. For a while she succeeded at mind over matter. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly in and out. Her body was rigid. Fine. He wasn’t in a hurry. He simply waited, moving the humming tool over and around her button until her breath sped up. Until her hips started moving in oh-so-tiny increments. Even with his recent satisfaction, his cock stirred in response.
    “Please...” she whispered, gazing up at him in entreaty. He couldn’t imagine how badly she must want to come.
    “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 turned her face away, her expression a mask of suffering. He watched her lips, her eyes, her hypnotic hips for signs she was getting too close to hold on.
    When