Chapter 42: Home

-Molly's POV-

Scott walked me to my bedroom door with an arm around my shoulders. I had been biting my tongue for a while, not sure if I should say what was going through my mind.
While we were at the club, we had walked to every active scene that had been playing out on the club floor. Every time we stopped to watch, Scott would put his arm around my waist and turn the toy up. As soon as I sagged against him, Scott would start whispering in my ears, adding to the sensuality of the moment.
"Do you like what you see?" he had asked.
Once I told him yes or no, he would get more specific with his questions. Scott would ask whether or not I liked what they were doing, what they were using, or even how they were talking.
I asked him once why he was asking so many questions.
"You are new to all of this, baby girl. I want to make sure to get a good idea of things that you might enjoy exploring. This is a journey for you, and I want to get it right," he had explained quietly. "There are many different ways to find all of this out, of course. But I find this way much better than using a checklist."
Despite his explanation, I had been curious about this checklist, leading Scott to promise he would bring one in tomorrow. I wanted to read through it and see if there was anything I wanted to check out. I was glad I asked because Scott had said he was happy about my curiosity. The thought that I had pleased him had made me smile.
"Time for bed, baby girl," Scott told me, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Master," I called to him softly. " I don't know if I can sleep."
Even though he had pulled the toy out before we left the club, my body was still aching for release. Despite my orgasm earlier, I still wanted him desperately.
While Scott was pulling the toy out, he reiterated his rules once more, then rushed me out of the club as if the place was about to catch fire.
I had tried several times to get his attention to let him know that I had memorized them, but he had told me to wait until we got back home. I felt like something was going on that he wasn't telling me. The uncertainty made me feel uncomfortable. Scott hadn't even seemed to want to talk about it at all.
Turning to Scott once more, I was determined to figure out what was happening. But before I could say anything, Scott leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on my lips, silencing me.
"Go, get ready for bed, and I'll stop back by before you go to sleep. We'll talk then," Scott told me.
He guided me into my bedroom and then closed the door before I could argue with him.
I let out a loud, exasperated sigh, hoping he heard it through the bedroom door.
Scott was driving me up the wall. He had to know what he was doing to me and how my body was feeling at the moment, and yet, he had closed the door and walked off as if it was nothing.
I growled at him, promising that as soon as he got back, he was going to get a piece of my mind.
The worst part was feeling like I was fighting with myself as well. A tiny voice in my head was absolutely more than willing to obey Scott. The voice reminded me that Scott wanted to return when I was ready for bed.
I sighed and shoved down my irritation. It was only fair to give Scott a chance to explain and prove that he meant what he said. I had promised that I would trust him.
I opened my pajama drawer and reached for my normal cotton pajamas. But my eyes caught on a sexy silk concoction I had brought with me, hoping to have a moment just like this.
A saucy smile came to my lips. "Scott may still tell me no. But that doesn't mean I can't make it difficult for him to say no."
I giggled and grabbed my bath things to head to the shower. I opened the door to find Scott and his father standing on the other side.
Paul, Scott's father, looked over a time, and there was a flash of something in his eyes before he looked away.
"Oh! Sorry! I was just going to get a quick shower in," I explained awkwardly.
I wasn't sure if Paul had seen us come in or if he had heard the conversation between Scott and I. But that didn't help diminish the awkwardness I was feeling. I was still uneasy around him and felt an enormous sense of guilt.
Something seemed to upset him and Scott, but they were both very close-lipped about it.
"Getting ready for bed?" Scott asked, seemingly offhandedly.
There was a subtle note in Scott's voice, reminding me that he had told me to do something.
I opened my mouth to argue about being left out. But at the narrowing of Scott's eyes, I swallowed my words. It was only too obvious that they didn't want my help, and Scott just wanted me to go take my shower and prepare myself for bed.
Well, fine! I thought indignantly and raised my chin a notch.
"Yes, I'm getting ready for bed. I'll see you BOTH in the morning," I replied, emphasizing that I was talking to them both.
Scott gave me a look that I read loud and clear. I was kidding myself if I thought he was not going to come back in when he was done. Openly, I rolled my eyes at him and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, feeling Scott's eyes on me the whole time. I had no idea what was going on, but Scott was irritating the hell out of me. For a brief moment, I entertained the idea of showering, returning to my room, then locking the door.
I didn't know why everything was driving me crazy at the moment, but I couldn't help feeling agitated like I wanted to bite someone's head off.
It wasn't until my hand accidentally brushed against the sensitive skin between my legs that I realized what was happening.
A jolt of pleasure rushed through me, and the desire exploded through my body. I realized my crankiness was due to the hours of teasing and no satisfaction. I had never been so frustrated and left on edge before.
I slid a finger between my legs and found my sensitive clit. Biting my lip, I felt a sense of disobedience as I touched myself.
While Scott hadn't explicitly said no touching, he had been clear that I was not allowed to cum just yet. I knew that I was too far gone to have the presence of mind to be able to stop once I got this started. I did not have the control that I needed to just play without giving myself relief.
The rebellious part of me was all for pushing it, just to see what Scott would do. But I stopped myself.
Self-preservation kicked in, and I realized that things could be a lot worse if I disobeyed at that moment.
That was the last thing I wanted to find out.