Chapter 36: Chocolates

-Molly's POV-

I walked with Esme back towards the couch area, all the while babbling incessantly. I couldn't even begin to know what I was talking about, but I really didn't care. My intention was to get her mind off whatever dark thoughts I could see haunting her eyes.
Esme flagged down a server and gave the lady our order before walking us to the couch.
"I am very sorry for having ruined your night with Master Scott," Esme apologized.
I reached over and squeezed her hand. "It's alright. This was really important for you to do. I know you have been through a lot and needed to know your friends were still there for you. You definitely needed the reminder."
She gave me a weak smile. "It was not a good time... the whole explaining."
"No, I imagined it wasn't. But I hope it helped. What happened to you was scary and terrible. I don't blame you for hesitating to play gain. Who wants to relive that while being intimate with someone? Especially doing things like this. I do not have a lot of experience in BDSM. But from the little that I HAVE done, it seems extremely intense. I can't even imagine how deep it can get."
Esme nodded in agreement, but it was evident her mind was elsewhere as she stared off in the distance. I allowed her the silence, unsure what to do. I desperately wanted to help her, but I had no idea what she wanted or needed from me.
The waitress returned and dropped off two cold glasses of water and a large tray of assorted foods. It had everything from a simple cheese platter to a variety of chocolates.
Esme ignored everything else and dove straight into the chocolates. Graciously, she offered one to me, but I hesitated to take it. They smelled and looked delicious, but I had a feeling that Esme Needed the comfort food more than I at the moment.
"Try it, please," Esme insisted. "They are amazing."
I took her up on her offer and popped one into my mouth, then moaned in ecstasy. Before this moment, I would have considered myself a chocolate expert. But this had to have been the best that I had ever eaten in my life.
"Oh my god! That's almost better than sex!" I exclaimed.
She giggled at my reaction and offered me more. I did not hesitate this time, and we both gorged ourselves on the chocolate as we waited for our men to come and get us. By the time we were done, Esme finally seemed relaxed and looked slightly sleepy.
After everything that had happened, I imagined that she was probably exhausted. I wanted to let her drift off as I had noticed several other people were doing around the room.
However, I had my own question that had been bugging me ever since Esme began describing the man that had hurt her. I didn't want to disturb her rest, but I knew deep in my soul that I needed to know her answer.
"Esme?" I called softly to get her attention.
She has leaned her head back against the couch with her eyes barely open. But as soon as I said her name, she slowly turned towards me and gave me a groggy look.
"Oui?" Esme responded.
"I'm sorry to ask this. But... who was it? The man that hurt you," I pressed her gently.
Esme blinked at me for a few moments as her lips slowly pressed together so tightly that they almost disappeared. It looked like she disapproved of my questioning and didn't want to answer. I almost regretted asking her even though I felt it was something I truly needed to know. By the time Esme looked away from me, I was convinced she wouldn't answer.
I called myself an idiot as I leaned back against the couch, searching the crowd for Scott.
I was almost startled when she finally spoke. But I immediately turned back to her, giving her my full attention.
"It was--"
"Are you ready to go?" Scott's voice interrupted Esme's answer.
I jumped at the sound of his voice as he suddenly seemed to appear at my side, almost out of thin air.
"In a moment. I just need--" I turned back to Esme only to see Laurent scooping her off the couch.
"I am going to take Esme to Eric's private room so she can rest. If you will stick around for a moment, I will take over as soon as I make sure she is okay," Laurent offered.
"Sounds good," Scott replied as he sat next to me.
When Noah came over to join us on the small sofa, Scott did not hesitate to lift me onto his lap. The skirt of my dress bunched up, and I could feel the fabric of his pants on my backside. I tried to wiggle a bit to get the dress back into place, but Scott held me tight.
"Stay still," he growled in my ear.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
"Baby girl, this is a small couch, and we don't want to be rude to Noah and not let him sit down, now do we?" Scott asked with a husky chuckle.
I looked up and searched his face that was twinkling with a mischievousness that told me he KNEW my bare ass was rubbing against his leg... and he wasn't going to do a thing about it. He may have been telling the truth, but he was also enjoying my discomfort.
"Watch the show in front of us and let me know what you think about what they are doing," Scott ordered me with a quick nip on my ear lobe that sent a shiver down my spine.
I looked forward and watched as a petite sub was bent over a short saw horse and then tied down. The woman's Dom was a slender man barely bigger than she was. There wasn't anything that inherently screamed that he was in charge beyond his little sub obeying his orders.
I heard Scott and Noah talking behind me. But they were almost whispering, making it hard to listen through all the noise.
I watched as the Dom tried out several different toys on his sub until he found one that made her scream in pleasure and tugged against her restraints, trying to get closer as he pulled it away. He may not resemble the Doms I had been introduced to, but the evil laugh he gave was similar to the ones Scott had given me.
The sight was turning me on, but I forced myself to push the feelings aside so I could listen to Noah and Scott's conversation. I knew eavesdropping was wrong, but my curiosity got the best of me.
"I will find him, Scott. Whether or not you help me, I will find him. All your assistance will do is just make it faster," Noah told Scott in a hard tone.
"I'm telling you, Noah. It's a bad idea. This man's father is a large investor in Eric's club. We can't risk his father pulling that money," Scott warned him.
"If his father pulls the funding because his son is an abusive asshole that got what was coming to him, then Eric shouldn't WANT the funding anyway. But... BUT, if this man does, then I'll find the money to help Eric," Noah offered without hesitation.
Scott fell quiet, and it took all my willpower not to look at him just to see what was going on in his mind. I was dying to know what he was thinking, and the longer he was silent, the more I needed to know.
"Fine," Scott finally said, much to my relief. "I will help as well. But we can't let this get outta hand. We can't help Eric much if we're sitting in prison. I'll text you tomorrow with the info you need."