Free Molly's Lips: Club Mephisto Retold by Annabel Joseph Page A

against his. The water slid over her velvet skin as he kissed her again, running his hands all over the beautiful shape of her. Men were fun once in a while, but they weren’t soft and curvy like this. He squeezed her sore cheeks and she moaned. He slipped a finger into her wet pussy and she skittered closer, going up on her toes. Her begging look...my God.
    His cock was about to burst.
    He shut off the water and gave her an assessing smile. “You horny little piece of ass. You wanton sex doll. Keep a hold of yourself.” He toweled her off and pushed her in the direction of the bedroom. “On the bed, face down. No, wait a minute.”
    He went ahead of her, opened a drawer and pulled out a folded drop cloth. He spread it over the bed sheets, right in the center. Wax was a bitch to get out of sheets. “Okay, now,” he said, drawing back. “Face down.”
    Molly did as she was told, although she looked a little leery.
    “Arms out, legs spread,” he said.
    He bound her first, wrists and ankles, with leather cuffs. He left her just enough room to squirm. That would be important. As she watched, he moved around the room collecting all the things he wanted to torment her with—a white taper candle, cinnamon lubricant, a riding crop, and her nemesis, a slim silver vibrator.
    He chuckled at her tiny, helpless whimper. Looking for pity? Fat chance.
    “Don’t worry, kitten,” he said, kneeling beside her on the bed. “You’ll enjoy this very much. Well, parts of it.” He took his time, working a thin sheen of the sting-y lube onto the base of the candle in her line of vision. “Arch your hips up.”
    She offered her asshole for the candle’s insertion compliantly enough, although she flinched when he struck the match. “Be still,” he warned when she tried to turn. He placed a hand on the small of her back to hold her steady as he lit the candle. “I want absolutely no movement. At least for a moment.”
    She obeyed, clenching her fists. He stroked her back lightly. Her ass cheeks were tensing, no doubt from the nagging lube. When the candle had burned for a few moments and a little pool of wax built up, he pinched her on the inside of her thigh, right on a sore spot. She yelped and twisted, and then she screeched as liquid wax sprayed across her cheeks. He put his hand on her back to calm her. “Still.”
    He let her think a moment, gather her wits as the pain of the hot wax subsided. This game was simple and really fun. If Molly stayed still, the wax pooling beneath the flame slid harmlessly down the side of the candle. If she moved, it splashed across her skin. So her role was to be as still as possible.
    Mephisto’s role, as a sadist, was to make it impossible for her to stay still.
    He released her and she wisely lay completely dormant. Barely breathing. He picked up the crop and saw her brace. With a flick of his wrist he caught her hard across the back of a thigh. She jerked and moaned as wax spilled over the top of the other leg. Her hands clenched in her bonds and she shook her head, then looked back at him. If looks could kill...
    He cracked her on the left cheek, leaving a nice red rectangle and prompting an explosion of liquid wax across her right buttock. She tensed and threw her head back with a desperate sound.
    He put a hand on the small of her back again, soothing her. “This is great, isn’t it?” he asked. The buzz of the vibrator drowned out her faint answering whine. “Now, this will be even more fun.”
    Mephisto carefully parted her pussy lips until he located her swollen clit. He only teased at first, keeping the tingle on low. She let out a soft shuddery sigh and he knew she thought she had this. But as a few more moments passed, she understood that he wasn’t just going to edge her. He was going to make her pull away, and God help her if she didn’t pull away fast enough.
    As the minutes ticked by, a low moan started deep in her chest. She was so rigid, so tense. He thought she’d be