"I've always found you the most enticing thing, kitten. So beautifully formed. Like a pretty vase. But vases are breakable," he added, seemingly to himself.
She bit her lip. Her heart was pounding in her chest as his fingers wound in her hair. He was going to kiss her...but no. He was only looking at her, looking deep in her eyes, as if for secrets.
"You're afraid," he said.
She blinked, and nodded slowly. "Yes, Master."
"Tell me why."
She thought a moment, phrasing her answer carefully as her Master had taught her. "You are a very strong man. I know to obey you, and I'll try, but there is nothing to protect me from you if…if you were moved to anger."
He thought a moment, tracing a circle on her hip. "Your Master's directives protect you, to a degree. I will not hurt you beyond the limits I promised him last night. And believe me, I am a man of my word. But will you move me to anger? I suppose you might. I know your Master has trained you just as he wishes you. I know you are a well-trained little slave. But remember something, kitten. I am not your usual Master. You will need to learn and abide by my rules this week."
She bowed her head. "Yes, Master."
He was scrutinizing her again, and she shifted under his gaze. His cock poked against her belly and his hands fondled and grasped her ass cheeks. She flinched a little due to the sensitive welts. He slapped her ass sharply.
"Nice marks. Punishment, or Master's pleasure?"
She thought a moment. "Both, I think."
He chuckled. "Not so perfect after all. All right, kitten. I'm going to get to know you a little better. Go kneel on the bed. All fours. Open and hungry, like a bitch in heat."
She turned to obey, his coarse words resonating in her pussy, making it slowly pulse to life. She crawled onto the white sheets as he opened a condom and rolled it on. She opened her legs wide, arching her back. Open and hungry. Fear and curiosity mixed with the sensation of him roughly grasping her hips. She felt the head of his cock probing her entrance and then he drove in, a daunting, humbling burn. He fucked her almost mechanically, with one arm braced on the bed beside her. She felt casually used, which always excited her. She could feel her wetness growing, feel him sliding more and more easily into her slickened channel.
"You like this?" he whispered. "Being fucked like a toy? You do, don't you?"
"Yes—Yes, Master," she gasped. Her hips arched back, seeking more, more violence, more aggression, but he only continued to fuck her in that controlled, leisurely way.
"I'm just getting a feel for you. And letting you feel me. You're going to feel a lot of me this week," he added with a trace of laughter, under his breath. "You're nice and tight, aren't you, girl?"
"Yes, Master. I try to stay tight for Master's pleasure."
"Good girl. Speaking of tight..."
He pulled out and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. She clenched in a panic, self-protectively.
"Your Master told me you are anally trained," he said, sounding impatient.
"I...I am, Master."
"You still need lubricant?"
"He uses a little. From my pussy." And he's not as big as you. And he doesn't make me feel as nervous. I trust him. I don't trust you.
To her relief he pulled away and a moment later she felt cool lube plunged up into her asshole. Not that it would save her if he was savage, but he'd promised her Master not to hurt her. She willed herself to relax and press back on his thick tool. The lube eased the way and the head popped in. She groaned, aching from the uneasy pain of his entry, but he pressed ahead, holding her hips. She felt split, conquered. Again, he fucked her with a detached and persistent rhythm.
"Mm. Very tight," was his only comment for a while. She braced her knees against the mattress, trying not to collapse, trying not to pull away. She typically enjoyed anal play, and soon, even through the fear and pain, she felt pricks of hot lust begin to spread to her breasts and her clit. She wanted to rub herself, to assuage the shuddering build of pleasure as Mephisto drilled her ass. She collapsed forward onto her shoulders, bucking back against him. Oh, if only he would let her come—
He yanked her back up and grabbed both her nipples between brutal fingers. He squeezed until she cried out, pleading for mercy.
"Don't come," he warned. "A little reminder. If I don't tell you to come, don't dare."
Molly deflated, ashamed and disappointed. But if he didn't want her to come, she wouldn't. She knelt still and open and let him take her ass in an ever-increasing rhythm. She existed to serve him. She would be his vessel. Finally he came with a groan, pounding her ass cheeks with broad hips. He pulled away, leaving her spread and open on the bed as he sauntered to the bathroom. Still she didn't move, didn't rest her trembling arms or close her thighs the way she wished to.