Free Club Mephisto by Annabel Joseph Page A

his order. He didn't say how long they would be, or give any directions for her to follow in their absence. Molly knew well enough what her directions were. Sit and wait. Don't touch yourself. Don't try to come.
    She wished he'd left a book for her at least. He left a cell phone up on the bed, but she knew that was only for an emergency. And an emergency meant a fire or a break-in, not the condition of her unsatisfied clit and pussy. She almost wished he'd left the dildos in, even with the oil tormenting her, because at least she would have had some stimulation. Then again—perhaps some stimulation would have been worse than no stimulation at all.
    Molly settled soon, lying down on the floor to wait. At some point she must have fallen asleep, and she was sore when she woke up from sleeping wrong on her shoulder. She rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. She must have been having sexy dreams because she wanted to rub herself between the legs too. She looked up with a frown at the camera blinking above her. She wouldn't be able to get at her clit anyway, and she certainly wasn't brave enough to risk loosening the harness. It was possible he never checked the camera footage, but remembering the legs-in-the-air strapping she'd endured yesterday as a punishment, she wasn't willing to take any chances. But perhaps...perhaps he would let her come later.
    Then again, his guy friend was with him. It had been hours now since he'd used her, and perhaps he wouldn't use her at all today, preferring his male lover. She pouted, still rubbing her shoulder, and then heard their voices out in the other room. Finally.  
    But they didn't come. She heard noises, impact, groans. They were playing out in the dungeon. The sounds alone were more than enough to arouse her—she was glad she wasn't watching or she'd really be getting turned on. Even so... She parted her knees where she sat, wanting to drag her hungry pussy across the floor. More thuds and guttural groans. A yell that was from the blond man. He was clearly still bottoming. Oh God.
    Then silence. Please come fuck me. Please. Molly decided that orgasm denial was ruining her as a slave. She couldn't think of anything but sex. Normally she was very service oriented, but now… What if Mephisto turned her into a sex-crazed maniac just in time for her to be returned to her Master? What would her Master make of her, seeing her like this? She closed her legs and attempted to sit primly.
    In the silence she heard voices again, moving closer. Mephisto came back in the room, pulling his friend behind him. The man's ass and thighs were now beaten a deep red. She wondered if he'd gotten the same type of strapping she'd suffered. Both men's cocks were also reddish-purplish hard, bobbing and jerking in front of them. Mephisto leaned over the bed next to Molly and gave the man a look. In response, Mephisto’s lover scrambled to sheathe himself and carefully coat his cock with lube. Still, to this point, neither man had acknowledged her presence. She watched unabashed as the man grabbed Mephisto's hips and eased his cock into her Master's asshole. Mephisto was beautiful dark sensuality as he received him, his hairy thighs and ass cheeks tensing as he groaned. The other man hissed his breath in and seemed to be trying really hard to hold back. Perhaps Mephisto denied his orgasms too?
    "Girl!" Mephisto's bark startled her. He was unlooping her leash. "Go get a condom. Now."
    She ran to his bureau to get one from the basket there.
    "Lay on the bed," he gasped, grabbing it from her. His fingers worked at the buckles of her harness, flinging it away. The man behind him never stopped fucking. Mephisto yanked her by the hips until she was nearly to the edge of the bed, and then slid inside her. When she lifted her legs to wrap around Mephisto’s hips, she felt the hands of the man behind her sliding up her thighs. Mephisto pounded her in rhythm to his lover's thrusts, and she lifted her pelvis, enjoying the