Chapter 16: The Kiss

Molly’s POV-

Scott slowly lowered his head and gently brushed his lips against mine. It was nothing more than a taste, a tease of his lips, but I felt the impact throughout my entire body. I let out a soft moan and pressed my body closer to him. I had never felt the power of a kiss like this. A few times, a little excitement, yes… a sense of enjoyability… even disgust.
But this was something I had never felt before. An all-encompassing desire seemed to touch every part of my body and filled me with a need for more. I shoved my hands into Scott's hair and tried to pull his head down to deepen the kiss, but Scott resisted.
He lifted his head slightly and looked down into my eyes. “Put your hands to your side.”
There was no arrogant demand in his voice, nothing that reminded me of how Jean-Pierre spoke to me earlier. No ego, just a certainty that I would do as he asked. I dropped my hands to my side and lifted my head to his again.
One corner of Scott’s lips cocked up in a satisfied grin before brushing against mine once more. It didn’t take a genius to understand that he was doing this on purpose. Teasing me with his gentle kisses even though he knew I wanted more. This was his way of letting me know that he was taking charge, and as much as I hated to admit it, I loved it.
I melted against him.
As if to reward me for giving in, Scott deepened the kiss. His tongue teased my lips, coaxing them to open, then sweeping in and tasting every inch it could reach. It rubbed and danced and played with my own. I whimpered into his mouth and gripped his arms to hold on to something. Scott pulled away and chuckled. “Such fire in you, my dear. I’ll bet you are so turned on that those pathetic excuse for panties are soaked.”
His mouth slowly brushed against my cheek down to my neck. I couldn’t answer him one way or another as the feel of his mouth on my neck suspended my ability to think.
“What?” Scott questioned with a deep husky chuckle as his hands reached down and cupped my backside. “Is that sharp tongue of yours curbed for the moment?”
I whimpered as his hands slowly lifted the bottom of my dress and found my bared backside. I was suddenly grateful that I had chosen to go with the thong. It had seemed like a dangerous, almost sinful choice earlier when I had put them on, but now I was happy to feel Scott’s hand against my bare ass.
Scott groaned as he palmed and massaged the thick globes. “I have wanted to do this ever since I saw this delicious backside bent over the table earlier.”
I arched my backside further into his hands, wanting more. “Please,” I pleaded with him.
He bent down and nibbled on my ear, wringing a gasp out of me. “You beg so sweetly when you turned on, sweet girl. I can’t wait to show you how to do it properly.”
I couldn’t help but feel a bit confused at his words. He had just said not five minutes ago that he would find me a new Dom. One better suited for me… but now it sounded like he wanted the job himself. Warning bells were screaming in my head at the thought, and it took me a moment to realize why that was a horrible idea. I stiffened slightly, and my grip on his arms turned into a gentle push.
Scott sensed the change and slowly pulled away to look down at me.
“What do you mean: show me how?” I asked quietly.
He gave me an odd look. “I thought you said you wanted to learn. Has that changed in the last five minutes?”
I pushed away from him. “No… I just thought that… well, you said you would FIND a new Dom for me. Not BECOME my Dom.”
Scott shrugged. “Who better to make sure that you learn properly than I?”
Who, indeed? I thought. Even as the fantasies unfolded, I shook my head. “No, it’s a really bad idea, Scott. I think you know that, and you’re just getting caught up in… whatever is going on between us.”
Scott stepped forward, crowding my space once more. “So, you admit that there is something between us.”
“Yes, of course, there’s something between us. I would be stupid not to admit it. But I’m not going to give in to it… any more than I already did,” I stated in what I hoped was a firm voice.
I took a step back only to find him pursuing me until my back was at the door. I had run out of room to get away.
“Are you now?” he asked quietly. “You are determined to ignore what is happening between us now?”
“Y-Yes,” I replied, not feeling as sure of myself now that he was so close, I could feel the heat of his body.
Slowly he lowered his head, our lips missing by a single breath as he moved towards my ear. “Good,” he whispered. “I would hate for you to make this easy on me after all this time.”
A little gasp left my lips. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Scott was looking forward to pushing me to give in. The thought of how it would feel if I did finally submit to Scott almost made me want to. But I had to stay focused on why it was a horrible idea. Jean-Pierre’s reaction was the core reason I couldn't give in to this attraction. He wouldn't be the only person to think in the same perverted, twisted way that he did, and I didn't want to deal with others.
Surely Scott understood.
“Scott… I… we… we can’t. Don’t you understand? It’s… not right, you know?” I tried to explain as best I could without making it entirely filthy.
“Why not?” Scott pressed, as if he didn’t understand.
“Because we’re…. you’re my…,” despite knowing the truth, it was so hard to say the words aloud.
Scott put his finger on my lips to stop my stuttering. “I know what we are, and I know how some people would feel about it if they knew. But to be honest, I don’t really care. But at the end of the day, it’s really no one’s business but our own. If it'll make you feel better, then we will keep it that way.”
What was he saying? Keep our relationship a secret? It just seemed like we were admitting that what we were doing was wrong. But that may be the only way we would be able to be together. I had no idea how our parents would react to what we were doing, and that was just the beginning of our fight to be together.
I may not care what people thought of me, but I did care what people thought of our family, and I wasn’t about to jeopardize that because I couldn’t control my desire for Scott.
No. This was a bad idea, and I couldn’t let it get that far. Scott must have seen my decision in my face. He frowned
“Very well,” Scott stated, sounding just a step down from anger. “Go to bed, Molly.”
“Scott—”
“Go. Now,” Scott demanded.
“Scott, I’m sorr—”
“I don’t want to hear it, Molly. Just go to bed. Forget this night and any of this happened,” Scott told me.
Before I could say anything else or even try to stop him, he turned and stormed off to his room. I wanted to do what he said, go to my room, head to bed, and forget this night ever happened. But as I touched my lips gently, I knew that I would never ever forget this night. No matter how long I lived, the feel of Scott's lips would be burned on my memory forever.