Chapter 38: The Room

-Scott's POV-

I stared at Molly and waited for her to make the decision. On the surface, I was patient. But underneath everything, I felt like I was going to explode. It was important to allow Molly to make this decision on her own. But that didn't mean I didn't want to try and persuade her.
The thought of losing her made it difficult not to take control of the situation. But I knew she needed to come to this revelation on her own.
I sat quietly, watching the wheels turn in her head. All the while, I began to silently plan what I would do if her answer was no. While I would accept her answer, that didn't mean I would stop trying to earn the trust it would take to allow her to submit to me.
Maybe I was pushing her a little too hard and needed to step back. Molly wasn't exactly an innocent girl, not that I wanted to think about when she lost that. The idea of her and another man sent a bolt of jealousy through me. However, when it came to BDSM, she was practically virginal.
I really needed to keep that in mind while training her.
A sense of guilt rose in me, wondering if I should just take her home and give her more time.
"Yes," Molly finally replied.
Her voice was so quiet that I wasn't sure she had actually said yes.
"What?" I asked, needing to double-check before I finally believed it.
"I trust you... Master. I won't pretend that I like the idea of punishment. But I trust you to take care of me," Molly repeated.
I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head. As soon as her beautiful blue eyes were on mine, I couldn't help stealing a kiss. The moment our lips touched, the desire to have her was almost my undoing.
She said she trusted me... trusted me to care for her. That was the most wonderful thing she could have ever said to me. I couldn't recall the last time those words had meant so much to me.
I pulled away and pressed our foreheads together. "Thank you, baby girl. I promise you won't regret giving me this gift," I whispered to her.
Silently, I swore that I would do right by her. Her trust in me was truly a gift, and I always wanted to remember that. I stood up and let her body slide down my own before pressing another kiss on her lips.
"Come with me, little one," I said to her before leading the way to the private rooms.
I found the first open room and quickly got in, then put out the sign to warn others that it was occupied.
Molly stood in the middle of the floor and looked around the room, seemly confused by how normal it looked.
But I knew it was just a facade.
The large four-post bed had rings on all corners designed to handle any size of rope or cuff that a person wished to use. On the top of the posts was a metal ring circling it that could be used for other types of bondage.
Inside the sofa chair was a set of straps hidden underneath the cushions. The enormous closet off to one side held toys, whips, and costumes for those that wished to roleplay. The table and wooden chairs were made so sturdy that I was certain someone could tap dance on top of them without breaking them. Between the closet and the table was a large metal chest that held even more toys, cuffs, and other implements that people would want to use to play privately.
One of the reasons I brought Molly here was so she could use the items here as a point of reference for what she might like to try. It was a perfect backdrop. I could give her examples, and she could feel comfortable without every piece of furniture screaming "BDSM EQUIPMENT."
I sat on the sofa chair and patted my lap as I looked at her.
"Come sit with me, Molly. I promise I won't jump on you and drag you to bed," I told her with a playful wink.
Molly gave me a saucy little smile. "It would be easier if you dragged me to bed THEN jumped on me. It would be a softer landing for both of us."
I didn't take her sass seriously, knowing she was just reacting to her nerves. I laughed softly and grabbed her hand to pull her into my lap.
"How's that your soft landings?" I asked with a chuckle.
She looked up and seemed to be trying to hold back a giggle. "Oh, yes. Soft as a teddy bear."
"Good," I replied and pressed a kiss on her brow. "Now we need to talk, baby girl. I need to make sure you understand what I expect from you."
"Obedience," she responded as if it was that simple.
"That is part of it, yes. But that's not all, Molly. There is much more to this than just blind obedience. This is a relationship as much as any other. It is my job to care for you, but I will still need your help."
Molly gave me an odd look. "How can I, as a sub, do that?"
I pressed another kiss on her head, happy she asked that question. Molly was smart and wanted to get to the bottom of the matter.
"When I ask you a question, I need an honest answer. If I ask whether or not you're okay and you're not, I expect to know it. I can't promise I can fix everything, but I don't want you handling it alone. Same if I ask you if you like something. Don't just say yes because you think that's what I want to hear. I need an honest answer," I told Molly, emphasizing my needs.
"What if it's something you like? I don't want to deny you something just because I don't like it," Molly pointed out.
"That depends on the situation, baby girl. We'll discuss it if and when the situation arises. If it's something you can't stand and WON'T do, then it will NOT happen. It's that simple. This is when your hard limits come into play," I reassured her with a squeeze.
"I have heard of hard limits before," Molly admitted with a flush.
I gave her a playful smile and pinched her backside a bit. Molly jumped slightly but giggled.
"Do ya now?" I teased her. "How would you know about that?"
Molly's flush grew deeper as she ducked her head. "I do know how to read, ya know."
There was that sass again.
I chuckled. "Maybe I should take a quick glance through your e-reader when I have a second. Just to see what you've been reading."
Molly thought about my threat, and a wicked twinkle came into her eyes.
"Ohhh, I don't think you'd enjoy all the romance books. You seem more of a mystery... or a horror fan. Maybe even... autobiographies. Something boring like that."
I pinched her backside again, a little harder this time. "Bite your tongue, girl! I ought to paddle your ass for that one!" I growled with playful menace.
Molly giggled, easily picking out the teasing tone.
"Who's to say I wouldn't like it?" she challenged back, her eyes still twinkling.