Chapter 41: Distractions

-Molly's POV-

Scott had lost his mind; I was sure of it. He honestly expected me to recite something after just hearing it once.
"What happens when I do?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"When you repeat my rules perfectly three times, then I will allow you to cum for me, baby girl," Scott told me.
He sounded so rational... so calm, and that was pissing me off even more. I gritted my teeth to try to keep a hold of my temper. However, it wasn't working as well as I had hoped.
"And tell me, oh high and mighty Master, how do you expect me to recite them perfectly when I have only heard them once," I asked as sweetly as I could.
"Oh, baby girl," he crooned softly. "I don't."
He actually sounded apologetic when he spoke. However, his quiet words were the only warning I had before he put the damned vibrator back on my aching clit. The pleasure slammed into me again and took my breath away. I let myself fall into it, let it rise and rise, trying to arch my hips up to get close enough to him to allow me to cum.
"Molly," Scott's voice penetrated the veil of pleasure. "Molly, what's the first rule?"
"Wh-what?" I stuttered.
I took a deep breath and tried to clear some of the fog away.
"The first rule, Molly. What is my first rule?" he replied a little more firmly.
"Rule... Right, I need to recite your rules... Rule one... ummm..." I continued to stutter and moan.
"Come on, baby girl. You can do it," Scott encouraged me.
"Oh god! When... Fuck! Oh, god, yes! Master, please! I can't think when you're doing that," I whined.
"Try hard, little one. I want to hear you cum with the sweet sound of my name on those sexy lips," he told me.
There was a plea in his voice. Scott was telling me the truth. He truly wanted me to get this right so he could finish it. I wanted to get it right for him. I tried to push past the pleasure and focus more on his words. But Scott turned it up and made my effort almost a moot point.
"Fuck!" I cried and worked on catching my breath for a moment. "When you ask a question, you expect an answer. Fuck! Please! Please, Master!" I pleaded with him.
He clicked his tongue at me, and that toy stopped just a moment before I felt like I was going to explode.
"So sorry, little one. But that was rule number two," he said in disappointment.
He set the toy aside and grabbed a new one. This one had a tiny remote that went along with it.
"M-Master," I whimpered. "I don't remember."
"I know, baby girl," he said softly. "This hopefully will help."
He slowly pushed the toy inside me. It wasn't very big, but I felt it throughout my whole body the minute he turned it on. Scott had set it to a low pulsating rhythm that kept me on edge but refused to let me go further.
"Sit up, baby girl," he told me softly.
I did as he asked, biting back a moan as the movement shifted the toy inside me. I wanted to scream at him that he was being unfair.
"I know this is hard. But you need to prove you can listen to me. I will repeat it again... in a little while," Scott told me. "Now, let's go look around and work on your listening skills."
I bit my lip, feeling unsure about everything. But I had promised I would trust Scott to guide me through this. That thought struck a chord in me.
"Rule one," I began to speak. "Trust your Dom."
A broad smile on his face made me glad that I had taken a moment to tell him what I remembered.
"Good job, little one. What's number two?" Scott pushed me.
I chewed on my lower lip, thinking. "When you asked a question... I need to answer?" I guessed, hopefully.
His smile grew wider. "Very good... number three?"
I groaned and hung my head slightly. I couldn't even tell him how many rules he had, much less tell him what number three was.
I shook my head slightly. He cupped my face and caressed my cheek gently.
"That's okay, baby. You did great. We can keep working on the rest," he promised.
"Does that mean I can... get off now?" I asked hopefully, trying to look pitiful.
He gave me a pointed look. "What did I say at the beginning?"
I groaned silently. "You wanted me to repeat your rules."
"Good. But what did I say about that?" Scott pressed slowly.
I shifted a bit, trying to forget the low vibrations that made me feel like I was going crazy.
"You... you wanted me to... ahhhh... you... fuck, Master, did you turn it up?" I whined.
Scott gave me a small, slightly wicked smile. "I'm just trying to jog your memory."
I moaned quietly. "Alright."
Clearing my throat, I tried to get my mind straight. A lot of things went through my thoughts as I pushed those sweet sensations aside. Zebras, groceries, math, anything to keep my mind sharp. What had he said about the rules?
My body was humming with sensation as I tried to form words.
"I need to.. ohhhh fuck... repeat your rules perfectly," I told him.
"Good. How many times?" he pressed for more.
"Three times, Master," I repeated.
"That's a great job, Molly," he replied with a very pleasing look.
"Thank you, Master," I moaned as he turned the toy up all the way.
"So good that I think you deserve a treat," Scott told me.
Before I could say another word, my eyes drifted closed, and my head tilted back. He reached down between my legs and found my clit. He had barely touched it before the explosion of pleasure swept through me hard.
I cried out Scott's name and reached for him. He didn't hesitate to sweep me into his arms and allowed me to ride out the exquisite pleasure against him.
Scott turned the toy down but not off, leaving the low vibration to tease the sensitive area. I moaned softly and was bonelessly draped over him.
"Good girl," he murmured, kissing my cheek.
He continued to hold me for a bit, then pulled away. I caught his eye and was happy that he didn't look upset. The smile on his lips made my heart sweet.
"Does that mean my punishment is over?" I asked hopefully.
His smile melted away. "No, baby girl. That was just to reward you for listening so well. You still have to repeat my rules before we can finish this."
I took a deep breath and nodded. The last thing I felt like doing was making this punishment worse.
"Alright, let's go," Scott said, holding a hand out to me.
I looked from it to him. "We're... we're not going to finish this now?"
"No, baby girl. We are going to check out the club for a while," he told me as he helped me off the bed.
I groaned internally but didn't argue as he pulled me to the middle of the room.
"Alright, baby girl," he began. "Keep that toy inside you. If you get close and I don't notice. You will tell me. Answer every question I ask you, do as I say, and before we leave tonight, I'll repeat my rules."
My heart sank, and anger rose. This was going to be a long night.