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"Answer for yourself, Molly. Do you consent? Leave me out of it for the moment. He requires
your permission."
She looked lost. "But Master! I don't want to leave you out of it."
Now Mephisto laughed and clapped her Master on the back. "Enough. That works for
me. Clayton. I'm getting the sense that as long as you're willing, she's willing." He sobered and
looked back at her. "What a very smitten slave you are. Your Master is fortunate."
She saw a look pass over her Master's face. She was very sensitive to his expressions and
she got the feeling he found Mephisto's tone not completely to his liking. A moment later he
rattled her leash and she thankfully sank back to her knees. She had a feeling her Master would
leave soon. He doubtless had much to do to prepare for his trip and with her consent granted,
there was not much left to do but surrender her into Mephisto's care. She pressed her cheek
against his knee, huddled against his calf underneath the table. Fears and worries crowded her
head. Where was he going? What if his plane crashed? What if there was a car accident?
What if he met another slave he liked more than her?
She bit her tongue to stop herself from pleading with him to stay, or to take her with him.
Why did he not just take her along? Because she might be a distraction. Because, perhaps, he
needed a break from her sometimes. The true answer, of course, was that he did as he wished,
and it was not her place to demand an explanation. He did not wish to take her on his trip. He
wished her to serve Mephisto in his absence. She existed to fulfill his every wish. Her fingers
clutched his calf, but she resigned herself to going with Mephisto willingly. She heard, with great
dread, parting words. Final thanks to Mephisto, a rueful joke about how closely she'd adhered
herself to his leg.
"Well then, she's yours," said her Master with a sigh. Not a sad sigh. She could tell his
mind was already back on business. He'd made arrangements for her and now he was
unencumbered by his slave and ready to go. She felt her leash passed over and a subtle tug from
a new hand. "Bid your Master goodbye, kitten. You'll see him in a week."
"Now, no tears," her Master said as he leaned down to pull her into a hug. She breathed
in against his neck, a deep gust of his scent to savor and keep until he was back again. "Your
behavior will reflect on me. I want you to make me proud," he whispered against her ear.
"Yes, Master."
He rose and left, not looking behind him, although she watched him go as long as
Mephisto would permit her. Eventually he tugged her leash again, a bit harder, and said, "Eyes
on me."
She turned to him, not unwillingly, but she knew her sadness and grief still showed in her
eyes. She saw a glimmer of sympathy, but not much. Then a resigned smile. "I don't think you'll
be worth much tonight. We'll begin tomorrow, after you rest. But first..."
This time he reeled her in on the leash, wrapping it around his hand until she was
crouched under the table between his legs. He handed down a condom, and she could not pretend
to misunderstand what he wanted from her. He undid his fly as she unwrapped the condom. It
was flavored, cherry or strawberry. He was only half-hard, so she fondled and kissed his phallus
until it began to grow in her hands. His smell was not her Master's, but it was not unpleasant. His
cock was smooth and his balls completely depilated, so unlike her Master's blond thatch. Once
fully hard, Mephisto was thick and heavy in her palm.
In the darkness under the table she fumbled to roll the rubber down over the swollen
head. He yanked the chain impatiently but she was not used to handling condoms. She went
slowly, taking care to leave space at the tip the way her Master had taught her to do when he was
sharing her with others. Thoughts of her Master assailed her again so it felt bittersweet when she
took Mephisto in her mouth. How many times had she been curious about having sex with him?
About the size of his cock and how it would feel inside her? It filled her mouth and she focused
on her task, pleasuring him and fellating him. She did the best she could, impeded by the table
top above her. Now and again he'd press on the back of her neck so she was pushed down on his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]