Free Club Mephisto by Annabel Joseph

at the club, and had assumed he was bisexual. She just hadn't imagined this intensity and the dissonance of seeing such a large, powerful man kneeling at his feet.
    She must have made some sound, or perhaps he just sensed her gaze on him, because he turned his head and watched her. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes sleepy with pleasure. The man was lapping at his balls now. Mephisto grasped his head and started fucking his face, never taking his eyes off Molly. He came with a groan, and Molly turned away from him, unable to bear the stark intimacy of the moment. Mephisto fell back on the bed and chuckled softly.
    "We have an audience."
    The blond man turned to her with a curious look. If he expected to find her scandalized or shocked, he was disappointed, because she stared back at him with the same open curiosity.
    "Who is she?" he asked Mephisto.
    "Someone I'm watching for the week. Slave girl. More of a fuck toy, but it's her Master's tastes."
    She kept her face blank at his words, but inside she wanted to rage at him for belittling her service to her Master. He is your Master for now , she reminded herself. Even if you don’t like him. She was glad he had forbidden her to speak, for she didn't want to interact with him any more than she had to. In four more days, her Master would return for her. It couldn’t come soon enough.
    Eventually he let her out, and to her relief, he didn't put her back into the harness after she'd washed. She knew that probably meant he would fuck her again, but she didn't mind if it would buy her some small freedom from the device. Still, he watched her closely to be sure she didn't touch herself.
    They all had breakfast together. The other man sat at the table with Mephisto, and she came to realize they were simply friends, whatever sexual encounters they shared. They followed no particular customs or protocols, but talked instead about business, mutual acquaintances, and upcoming club events. Molly sat silent, choked by Mephisto's gag order, and not even fed very well, since Mephisto was distracted by the other man's conversation.
    Molly really had no friends she chatted with regularly. There were some people who knew her by name at the club, but they weren't friends in the sense that they might hang out together, or exchange phone calls. For the first time in a while she thought about old friends she'd had, even childhood friends. Stacy, her high school friend that had made her laugh until she cried, and Amy, the crazy girl who was always entertaining her with her active love life. Melinda, her sixth grade friend who had always been a firecracker. Celeste, her middle school friend who had given her her first lesbian kiss. Her first anything kiss. George, a true friend and the first boy who had kissed her, a real kiss in the back of his car. Where were they now? What had become of the Molly who knew them?
    But this had probably been his intention, to remind her of the friends she'd lost in the course of choosing her lifestyle. Of the friends she wouldn't make now that she'd devoted all her service and attention to her Master. But if he thought it would upset her, he was wrong. Master meant more to her than a thousand friends. Why did she assume everything Mephisto chose to do had some hidden purpose of hurting her, though? More likely, he just felt like meeting with one of his fuck buddies.
    She made her mind go blank, and a familiar peace came over her. It was so much easier to serve than to get caught up in her own needs and frustrations. When Mephisto fed her again, she let her lips linger reverently against his fingers. He looked down at her, perhaps surprised or perhaps pleased. Perhaps he had only forgotten she was there.
    A short while later he and the friend went out. Before he left, he locked her in the harness—without the dildos—and looped her leash around the foot of his bed. There was no need for locks or restraints. He knew she wouldn't go anywhere simply because it was