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."What a good girl you are," he said, stroking her sphincter where it stretched tight around his cock.The sensation made drumbeats throb in her belly.Shame, excitement, arousal like liquid fire."Master loves fucking your asshole.Now I want you to come for me.I want to feel your ring clamping on my dick.""Yes, Master," she gasped."I want to come for you."She clenched around his cock, grinding against the bed, feeling like his fuck toy, his creature.I want to please you.I love you.The fullness in her ass and the swirling, building sensation in her engorged clit combined into an overwhelming race to completion.She let go, her arms flailing to be released from their bonds, her whole body bucking with the aftermath of her orgasm.As she came, she heard his groan of satisfaction.He pulled out and shot hot streams of cum over her back and ass cheeks.She lay still as he grasped her hands in one hand and rubbed his cum into her skin with the other.The slow possessiveness of his touch enhanced her feelings of exhausted satisfaction."Oh, Master," she whispered."I love you.Thank you for giving me your cum.It feels so warm against my skin.""I love you too," he said."I love marking you this way.I really will miss you." The wistfulness in his voice made her heart start aching again and nearly brought her to tears.But Master had told her not to cry.She wanted to be a good girl for him.He finally released her arms from their cuffs and then ordered her to dress for the club.Club MephistoHe told Mrs.Jernigan to dress her in the dark blue velvet coat.Molly was happy because it was one of her favorites.It was closely fitted up top, with large tortoiseshell buttons, and flared into a skirt-like silhouette at the bottom.She liked it because the rich blue color reminded her of the beauty of Master's eyes.Plus, it was lined inside with the softest olive floral silk, and felt nice and comfortable against her naked skin.She was never dressed underneath, not when he was taking her to Club Mephisto.The coat came off inside the door to be checked, and Molly accompanied her Master into the play space nude.She buttoned up until they were in Master's car.There was no luggage to bring for her week-long sojourn at the club, only the coat she wore—which she would give up—and his collar, which she would die to keep fastened around her neck.As he got in the driver's seat and closed the door, she couldn't restrain a shudder.He would be gone for a week without her.He touched her knee and smiled sympathetically."You'll be kept busy, little one.The time will go fast.""I hope so, Master.""Unbutton yourself," he prompted.Master's sedan had tinted windows, so when Molly traveled in her coat, he enjoyed having her unfasten and open the coat wide for his pleasure.She undid the tortoiseshell buttons and slid a hand down each side of the lapels so the coat revealed all of her front."Open your legs."She complied, and his fingers slid roughly between her pussy lips and then up to pinch each hard nipple.She felt the flood of wetness between her thighs, her body's reaction to the casually possessive way he handled her.She opened her thighs a little wider, wishing she could slide her own hand down there over her freshly waxed lips to the aching nub that probably even now glistened with lust for him.Her ass cheeks still smarted, even cushioned by the silk lining of the jacket.But she wouldn't fidget or shift, and she certainly wouldn't touch what was his.Her hands rested on either side of her, relaxed, slightly open.Whenever they stopped at a light, he would pinch her nipples, sometimes twisting them or even gripping the very edge of the taut peaks so she would have to bite back yelps of pain and mindless begging words.Ouch.Master! Please, that hurts so much.And still, the endless growing ache in her pussy made her want to beg for something else altogether.By the time they pulled up at Club Mephisto, the silk lining of her jacket was soaked with her juices.Her Master made her scoot back and show him the darkened circle as she blushed red.He just shook his head and made a sardonic comment about dry cleaning bills.She melted at his teasing smile and buttoned up before the valet arrived to take the car.Soon they were inside Mephisto's enclave.A burly doorman welcomed her Master by name, and beckoned over a thin girl with black hair and geisha-style painted lips to take Molly's coat.It was a little chilly where they stood inside the door.She suppressed a shiver as a draft slid up between her thighs to freeze the wet warm sheen still coating her pussy lips.Her Master also handed over his coat, so he wore only his finely tailored shirt and khaki pants.He rarely wore fetish gear—and in Molly's opinion, his business attire was much sexier than leather and latex anyway.She knew other women thought so too, because she saw the way they watched her Master whenever he moved around the club [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]