Chapter 52: Questioning

-Molly's POV-

When I saw Scott's name come up on my phone, I was excited. It had been hours since he had promised to call me, and I had gotten worried that he had forgotten.
It was silly anxiety, and I knew that. Especially since Scott had rarely failed to keep his promises. But the anxiety was still there.
However, what I didn't expect was the anger in his tone when he spoke to me.
"I am angry. Go to your room and lock the door, little sub. We need to talk." was Scott's response to my question about his anger.
I stiffened under his demand. He didn't sound reasonable at the moment, but I wasn't about to just let his demands go without question.
"Why? What made you so angry? Did you want to call me back when you've calmed down?" I offered.
There was a snort on the other end. "Molly, it might be days before I calm down enough to speak politely to you. Just do as I say. Remember rule number three? Go to your room and lock the door."
"Not until you tell me why," I refused.
My phone beeped in my ear, and I looked down to find that Scott had hung up. I growled at the phone and murmured about whiny men. Just before I tossed the phone away, it began to ring again. But this time, it was a video call.
I hesitated before answering. Not because I was worried. But because I enjoyed making Scott wonder if I was going to answer. It was a petty action, but I didn't care.
On the last ring, I finally hit the answer button and gave Scott my best haughty stare.
"Yes... Master?" I greeted him, not hiding the snide tone in my voice.
Scott raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking if I really was giving him attitude. I tried to ignore how the sight of him made my heart race. His gorgeous eyes made a heat race through my body.
Scott sighed and rubbed his temples. "I hate trying to do this over the phone. It just doesn't have the same impact."
His words echoed with frustration and exhaustion, and I finally got a good look at him. There was a strain evident around his eyes and lips. Guilt began to clear away the defensiveness, and an odd need to care for him bloomed in its place.
"Are you okay?" I asked gently.
Scott nodded. "I'm fine. It's just been a long week. I need to get some sleep so I can start again next week."
There was stress-filled frustration underlying his tone, and I winced at the exhaustion I saw.
"Well, you can head off to bed," I offered earnestly.
The corner of his lips turned up slightly. "As much as I appreciate that offer, baby girl, there's no way I can sleep until our talk is over. So, please go to your room."
His heartfelt plea finally urged me to move. I pushed myself off the couch and headed upstairs to my room. Scott got a look of approval on his face as he caught sight of my room in the background of our call.
"Good girl. Now get undressed," he ordered.
My heart started pounding hard in my chest. This was a new situation, a new scenario. It's definitely not like Scott had never seen me naked before. But being on camera somehow made it more... erotic. I just didn't know how I felt about it.
But as he reminded me earlier, we needed to hurry so he could get some sleep. I quickly set the phone down and got out of my clothes.
"Now go lay down on the bed," he instructed. "I want you to bend your knees and spread your legs. I want a great view of that sweet pussy of yours."
I bit my lip but obeyed. I crawled onto the bed, and propped myself up on a pillow, then put my phone between my spread legs, giving Scott the view he desired.
"Mmmm, such a delicious morsel. Wish I was there to taste it right now. But soon enough," he murmured, his voice filled with wicked promise. "Now, start to play. I want you good and wet before I start with my questions."
"What questions?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Master..." Scott corrected.
"Yes, Master. What questions, Master?" I restated as he desired.
"Good girl. Don't worry about the questions right now. Just concentrate on what I've asked you to do. You're already getting wet just thinking about the pleasure, aren't you? Start playing, baby girl."
I slid my hand between my legs and did as he asked. He was right; I was already wet. He had a way of doing that to me easily. It was so quick and easy that he really should sell his sexy brand of manliness as a female aphrodisiac. He would be rich!
Well, richer, rather.
A gasp left my lips when my finger bumped my clit.
"There it is," Scott chuckled. "I knew you'd find it. Keep playing, baby girl."
I did as he told me and began gently flicking my clit back and forth. As the pleasure grew and moisture gathered, I couldn't stay quiet. So I didn't even try to muffle my moans.
"Yes, baby girl," Scott purred over the phone.
I opened my eyes slightly to look at him. His eyes were glued to my hand, and I could easily see the hunger on his face. When he caught me looking, a slow smile spread over his lips.
"You look like you are in heaven," Scott purred. "And you look like you're ready for my questions. Every time you answer honestly, you can cum. But if you refuse or lie to me, you will have to stop, and we'll pick this up tomorrow. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Master," I whimpered.
Why would I lie to him anyway? I couldn't think of anything I had done that was so bad that I would have to lie about it.
"Good. Now has Jean-Pierre contacted you?" he began.
"Yes, Master," I answered easily.
"Good girl! A great start. You may cum for me, little one," he praised.
My fingers flew faster over my clit, pushing me higher and higher until my orgasm tumbled through me. I whimpered Scott's name as my hips jerked against my hand. The feeling was good, but not good enough. I desperately wanted more.
I felt myself floating back down as my fingers continued to play gently, riding the soft waves back down.
"Faster, baby girl. I don't want you to calm down too much... I want you to be ready for the next orgasm," he instructed me.
"Yesss, Master," I replied with a moan as I moved faster.
Within moments, I was on the cusp of another sweet orgasm.
"What did he want?" Scott asked his next question.
That question was harder for me to answer. The answer was not going to make Scott happy.
"Ummm... he... umm..." I stuttered out, trying to think over the pleasure.
"Molly, if you keep stalling, then I will make you stop. Do you really want this to stop? Don't you need to feel that hot pleasure again? To have another orgasm again?" he crooned.
"Yes! Yes, Master. I need it!" I whimpered as my fingers moved harder and faster.
"Then answer my question. What did Dubois want?"
I groaned as much with pleasure as I did with fear. "Me... Me, Master. He wanted me."