Chapter 23: Playing

Molly's POV

Before I could say anything more, Scott buried his face between my legs once more. He pressed a finger deep inside me as his tongue found my sensitive, engorged clit. His talented mouth tweaked, sucked, and nipped at me until I trembled from head to toe. My breaths were coming out in harsh pants that made me worried I would never breathe right again. 
The pleasure swept through me like a huge wave. The feeling of a finger moving inside, coupled with Scott's tongue playing with my clit drove me to the edge. I was close, so close... I just needed a little bit more.
"Please! Please! Oh god, Master, please!" I begged him almost incoherently. 
"Oh, you may cum, baby girl. Cum as much and as often as you can. Just don't forget to say my name. I want you to know who is giving you this pleasure, sweetness," Scott told me in a husky tone. 
His permission seemed to be the last piece of the puzzle I needed to finally find my pleasure. The waves spiked then receded only to slam into me once more, sending me flying over the edge with a loud cry. I barely remembered to say his name before I was drowning in sensations. They rushed through me over and over again until I couldn't tell when one wave broke and the next crested.
If I thought he would stop now that I had an amazing orgasm, I would have been mistaken. 
His mouth stayed on me, lapping up every drop of my juices that he could ring out of me as he played. His fingers and tongue switched places, giving me a whole new sensation to drive me out of my mind as he moved.
My body was tingling and sensitive from my first orgasm. The sensations were almost too much for me, but Scott seemed to know exactly how to touch me to begin the begging once more.
Soon I was back on that sweet cliff, waiting to fall once more. I buried my fingers in his hair and held him tightly as my hips jerked against his face. He might have said something, but I didn't understand him.
I was hanging on by a thread, unsure if I could handle another orgasm. But I also knew it wasn't up to me at all. Scott had all the power here, and he wanted me to cum again. I was deliciously helpless against his onslaught. 
With a small squeak, I was over the cliff again. My whole body tensed, then I managed to gasp out his name with my last shred of sanity. 
Every nerve ending in my body fired off white-hot streaks of pleasure, so much more intense than the first time. 
Vaguely aware of my surroundings as the light spectrum flashed behind my eyelids, I felt the bed shake as Scott moved. Warm, moist lips dropped tiny kisses up my body as he crawled up me. He stopped when his tongue found my nipples. I had never had extraordinarily sensitive nipples, but Scott didn't have an issue causing the hard, little buds to beg for more. But then again, my whole body seemed extra sensitive as he slowly explored. I wasn't sure if it was due to the two mind-bending amazing orgasms or the touch of Scott himself, but he kept the fires of passion burning in me. 
"You come apart so beautifully in my hands, baby girl. And always remembering to say my name. Such a good girl," Scott murmured against my breasts. 
His praise gave me such pleasure that I could almost purr in contentment. But any sound I could have made was flipped when his finger found my overly sensitive clit and flicked it. 
"Fuck!" I cried and grabbed his hand to stop him. 
Scott's head jerked up and looked me in the eyes. There was a firm warning in his gaze. I almost jerked away from it, but a slight panic stopped me.
He didn't mean to keep playing, right? Two orgasms seemed to be my max, I felt. 
Even though he was still fully dressed, I could still feel the proof of his need against my leg. He must be insanely uncomfortable, and there was no reason for it. I would be more than willing to reciprocate. 
"Let... Go... of my hand, sub," he told me calmly in a firm tone.
"Sco... Master, I don't know if I can handle anymore..." I admitted softly. 
Scott continued to watch my face, the expression on his not changing. However, I could see the wheels moving behind his firm eyes. 
"I think you can, Molly. This sexy body of yours was designed for pleasure and can take much more than you think. Are you telling me to stop? As I said before, we are not at the club, so I will not require you to use your safe word. If you wish to stop, then we will," Scott reminded me.
Did I want him to stop? No. Not really, no. I wanted everything he wanted to give me. I just wasn't sure if I would survive EVERYTHING. 
But what a way to go! 
Scott leaned down, and his lips skimmed my ear as he spoke once more. 
"Come on, baby girl. You can't bow out yet. I might think you're too scared to go on." 
I reeled back slightly and looked into his eyes with disbelief. Those deep blue depths were shining with mischievousness as if he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. Was he HONESTLY challenging me? 
It took only a moment to understand that he was indeed laying down a challenge that I would be unable to ignore.
So that was going to be the way of things, was it? 
He may have picked the words to make me rise to his challenge. But they also poked at the rebellious side of me.
Now it was my turn to give him my very own wicked smile. 
"Oh no, Master. We wouldn't want that. Especially if you're feeling manly enough..."
Scott’s face turned stern, and for a moment, I worried that I had stepped over some line that I didn’t know about. But before I could apologize, I noticed that the corner of his lip twitched up slightly as if he was trying to hold back a smile. That little twitch made me realize that he enjoyed my verbal wordplay with him.
He bent down slightly and nipped at my lips to warn me. “Sharp tongue there, sub. I guess it needs something to do….”