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please him, and how much pain she was willing to take to make him glad. In her heart she was willing to take any pain for her Master. But in reality, the whip made her mind go blank and her body start to panic.
    She buried her face in the bedding as the first blow fell, and another and another, hot, aching fire that made a helpless keening rise in her chest. Another blow, even harder. Her legs collapsed and he caught her with a whistling crack inside the thigh as a warning. She straightened her legs again, sobbing and snuffling, offering her ass for more punishment. Again and again the whip fell across her hindquarters. She cried at each fresh blooming of pain, her hands struggling against him where he held the cuffs tight. No....no... please Master!
    She thought the words over and over in her head, although she didn't say them out loud. To have done so would have been pointless. She jerked and sobbed as two more strokes fell. Her ass cheeks clenched and she tried in vain to twist away. And then...reprieve. She lay still, shuddering and tense, her ass cheeks aflame. Master put the whip back in its place on the nightstand and delivered a series of stinging slaps to her welted and punished bottom. She was so relieved he was done with the whip that the blows barely registered. She pressed her hips against the edge of the hard footboard, squeezing her legs together to try to assuage the growing ache in her clit.
    Her Master tsked and spanked her again so she yelped and desisted. "Stand up, girl."
    She stood and faced him, her face wet with tears. He ran his thumbs across her damp cheeks and gave her an assessing look. "Master Mephisto will not let your hungry little pussy rule him anymore than I do, you know."
    She felt ashamed. She had no control over her libido sometimes, a fact that both amused and exasperated her Master.
    "I'm...I'm sorry—"
    Her voice cut off as he took her chin hard in his hands.
    "I am afraid this is another area where I'm entirely too soft on you. You shouldn't be allowed any relief after that kind of brazen display, but I'm quite certain I won't be able to leave you without seeing you coming in that charming way you have . But know this—Mephisto is not so indulgent in this area. I have told him he should not be so with you. Do you understand?"
    "Yes, Master."
    "This is one area where I would like to see you learn a little more control. Good slaves should not try to pleasure themselves against the headboard unless Master commands it. Isn't that true?"
    "Yes, Master," Molly whispered. "I...I try to control it...it is only that you...I...you..."
    "Oh, I understand. It's my fault," he said in a dry, dire tone.
    "No, Master! I mean...yes... I mean, the cause of my...lack of control is—"
    "My irresistible animal sexuality?"
    "Master." She said the only thing she could say without pouring out everything else she was thinking. But he surely heard it in that one word. Master, take me. Master, fuck me. Please, Master, you must understand how uncontrollably horny you make me feel.
    His lips quirked up at the edges, and she stared at the beloved face, the masterful visage that filled her dreams. The broad cheekbones, the aristocratic nose. The deep blue eyes beneath brows so light blond you could barely see the gray. He bent her over the bed again, still cuffed, still sore from the whip, and positioned his cock at her copiously slick entrance.
    "My horny little pet," he said. "Always wet for Master. That pleases me." He grabbed her sore, welted flesh with rough fingers and pulled her back against him. She gasped in breathless anticipation as his cock parted her flesh, entering in a long slow slide that sent electric shocks of pleasure down every nerve. Before he'd even entered her completely, she was shaking in the throes of her release. He didn't stop, only gave a soft chuckle. "So poorly trained, and yet so delicious at the same time."
    He continued to fuck her and she gave herself up to the sensations and