Chapter 40: Punishment

-Scott's POV-

Any other time, I would have jumped on making her cum. I was dying to listen to the sweet sounds of pleasure she would make and my name on her lips when she found her release over and over again.
But there was still the issue of her punishment. But this moment gave me an idea. While I would never use a spanking as a punishment, I would never hesitate to use denial. The thought of refusing both of us those sweet, sexy sounds was not a fun one. But I had a feeling it was necessary to get my point across. This wasn't going to be easy for her or I, but we would get through it. I believed that.
With a small sigh of reluctance, I pulled away from her and stepped back.
"Sit up and face me, Molly," I told her.
Molly eagerly sat up to face me, and the look of passion almost made me change my mind. I touched her face gently and brushed a finger over her lips. I was dying to kiss her again. I honestly didn't know if I would get enough of it, but I knew that if I did, I would never get to the part that I needed.
"My precious... we are not done with our discussion," I told her softly, almost apologetically.
"What more do we need to discuss?" Molly asked breathlessly.
"We need to discuss your punishment," I replied, keeping my voice gentle.
Her eyes widened in shock. "Now?"
"Yes, little one. It's best to get it done and over with."
Her shoulders sagged a bit as she frowned at me. "And the spanking can't be it?"
I chuckled. "What kind of punishment would that be? You enjoyed it way too much. So did I, for that matter. No. Unfortunately, you refused to listen in a matter that pertained to your safety. You talked back when you should have just said "Yes, Master" and did as I asked," I reminded her.
Her frown grew deeper as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I wasn't in any danger. They weren't even throwing any blows! They were barely even yelling! As an argument, it was rather a polite one."
I raised an eyebrow at her arguing. "How well do you know Noah and Laurent?"
Molly hesitated, then let out a long breath. "Well... not well. But--"
"Exactly. I have known them for a long time. I've seen Noah when he gets really pissed. Laurent is much the same despite his mild-mannered demeanor. I didn't know how far it had gone. I didn't want to risk you. But you refused to listen, and I didn't have time to explain. This is where trust comes in. You need to trust me when I say to stay behind. It's not because I don't think you can handle yourself. It's because it's my job to keep you safe."
Molly sagged again and seemed to almost pout.
"But we hadn't talked yet," she countered again.
I pinned her with a look. "Molly, you know better. You agreed to be my sub. You might be new to this, but you knew enough that when I told you to do something, I expected you to do it. You knew that without having to have this conversation."
She grumbled quietly but finally let out a loud sigh. "Fine. As you said... let's get this over with."
I understood her reluctance since I felt it as well. I wanted to get it over so we could move on to the forgiving and comforting part.
"Believe me, baby girl, if I could let this go, I would. But once it's over, we can put it behind us," I reassured her as best I could.
Molly nodded but didn't answer, and I let that one go. I knew she was nervous and upset and just wanted to move on.
I pushed away from the bed and went to the toy chest. I pulled out several different kinds of small vibrators. I tested several of them to be sure they were charged and wouldn't die quickly. Satisfied, I took them back to the bed.
Molly looked confused as she caught sight of the vibrators.
I waited until she was looking at me again before I spoke. "This will be hard for you, baby girl. But I know you can do this. Do you believe me?"
Molly licked her nervously. "Yes, Master."
"Good girl. Now lay back on the bed, bend your knees, and spread your legs."
Slowly, Molly did as I asked and opened herself completely to me. God, she was soaked, and her clit was poking out of its little hood. It seemed to be begging me for attention. I would give her what she wanted, but I knew she would be cursing me by the time I was done.
I turned on the first toy and listened to it buzz for a moment before slowly running it up one side and down the other side of her puffy nether lips, teasing her.
Molly's response was immediate. Her body arched off the bed, and she whimpered.
"Master," she whined. "I don't understand. It feels so good. How is this--"
"I want you to tell me when your close, understand?" I interrupted her.
Molly nodded. "Yes, Master."
I ramped the toy up and pressed it directly onto her clit. Molly cried out as her hips moved against my hand. I kept the toy on her and watched her body closely, just in case.
It was beautiful to watch as she moved against me. Her eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure. Her mouth hung open slightly, letting her moans and high cries flow unimpeded from her.
When the sounds grew louder, turning into pleas, and her body arched more firmly into my hand, I knew without confirmation that she was getting close.
I pulled away and watched her body flop back onto the bed. She lifted up on her elbows and looked at me, frustration written in every line on her face.
"I-I wasn't close," she groaned.
"You were close enough for me, little one. What's rule number one? Trust in your Dom. Rule number two? When I ask a question, I want an answer. Rule three? When I tell you to do something, you do it to the best of your ability. Rule number four? See rule number one. My rules are simple, Molly. Repeat my rules for me," I asked her softly.
"Scott--"
I turned the toy to the highest level and stuck it to her clit until she flopped back onto the bed. I pulled it back and listened to her whine for a moment.
"Master, Molly. I am your Master," I reminded her.
"Master," she growled. "Master, I don't understand what is going on."
"I am telling you my rules, and I'm making sure they stick," I told her. "Now, repeat my rules."