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himself? She reached out, seeking comfort. He held her, his face still pressed to her cheek.
    “I know that hurt you.” She shook against him, not answering. He reached down to caress her scarlet ass cheeks. “I imagine your Master keeps your skin well-marked when you’re at home.”
    “Ye—yes, Master,” she stammered through tears.
    “Like him, I can’t resist marking that lovely ass of yours. Or at least refreshing the marks he left on you. For my pleasure,” he added. “I wasn’t punishing you for anything, you know.”
    Again, a little shudder. “Thank...Thank you for explaining that, Master.”
    “You’re most welcome. Although, of course, you are never owed an explanation.”
    She was finally calming. He pulled away from her, running his hands down her arms.
    “And I have enjoyed talking with you, and getting to know you a little better this morning. Although I warn you, very soon you’ll be put on speech restriction. So don’t get too used to these chats.”
    She looked surprised at that. He knew this was all new to her, and not Clayton’s style. He took her face in his hands and gazed down at her. “Don’t worry. You’ll be okay. Speech restriction is just one more tool to help you give yourself up to me. One more layer of yourself to submit.”
    “Yes, Master,” she murmured against his palm. She looked up at him then with a look of such vulnerability, such brave dread, that he had to kiss her, just once. His lips touched hers...so soft, so open. She made a little gasp, nearly inaudible, but it set off something inside him. He pulled her hard against him, wrapped her up so she couldn’t get away, and then he really kissed her. He thrust his tongue between her lips and searched her mouth like he could find the answers there.
Why are you like this? What’s going on inside you?
She responded at first, but then she stiffened and he let her go. She touched her lips, her gaze fixed somewhere in the center of his chest.
    “Master, you honor me,” she said softly in the silence.
    What the fuck did that mean? Why the fuck had he kissed her like that? What the holy fuck was going on? He rubbed the back of his neck and then his crotch, his cock straining against the front of his jeans. “You arouse me,” he said, like it was enough of an explanation. Maybe it was. A light touch on her shoulder had her falling to her knees. She sat and waited as he rolled on a condom, and then opened as he placed a firm hand on the back of her neck.
    Oh, Molly.
He didn’t know if he said it out loud, or only thought it. When her lips were around his cock, it was hard to figure out anything at all.
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    He put her to work for the rest of the day cleaning and prepping Club Mephisto for the weekend crowd. Yes, Molly wasn’t much of a housekeeper, but she did the tasks he gave her to the best of her ability, and with no whining at all. Around five he fed her again, and then attached her by her leash to the leg of his desk as Club Mephisto’s staff started showing up. Bulky bouncers and chatty bartenders, stone-faced dungeon monitors and professional D/s players he hired to keep the club’s scenes rolling when the paying customers were laying low. Many of them threw glances at Molly; she used to work there, after all.
    Finally he took her leash and made her crawl around with him while he did last minute rounds. Surely she was glad now that she’d paid such good attention to cleaning the floor. She was tired, starting to drag. He let one of the bouncers use her ass, just because she’d been prepped so nicely by the ass plug and Mephisto was too busy to fuck her himself. Josh knelt behind her on the floor and fucked her in front of everyone. She seemed too exhausted to be humiliated. She was pliant, sub-spacey. Done for the day.
    Mephisto led her back to his room and unleashed her, nudging her toward the shower. Dirty, used, sleepy slave. She’d be happy for her cage tonight. He hoped she slept