Chapter 56: Scott's Promise

-Molly POV-

For the first time, dinner was a rather tense affair, and I couldn't understand why. It got worse when it seemed as if I was the only one that noticed dinner was tense.
Scott and his father discussed work, and Paul listened with rapt attention while my mother talked about Paris.
But he would go silent and clipped whenever I spoke. By the time dinner was over, I was happy to get away from the table.
Scott excused himself when I was done and managed to make up an excuse as to why he needed to leave as well.
"Did I do something to upset Pual?" I asked as soon as he and I were out of earshot.
"Scott looked at me in confusion. "No, why would you ask that?"
"He just seemed to be short with me, and a few times, I might be crazy, but I thought he was glaring at me," I explained, disgruntled.
"I'm sure it's nothing. I know for a fact that you've done nothing to anger anyone the last few days," Scott replied with a wink and a chuckle.
I couldn't help but laugh as well. Scott was right; he would know.
After I had forwarded him the threatening text message from Jean-Pierre, Scott had kept in constant contact with me. I had tried to tell him several times that he didn't need to worry about me. It was just a stupid picture message, and if Jean-Pierre was truly in rehab now, that would be the last time we would hear from him.
But Scott had insisted on keeping a closer eye on me.
"Especially since Noah is no longer there," Scott had explained.
I still rolled my eyes and was glad he hadn't been there to see it. However, I loved hearing from him, so I didn't argue.
Either way, Scott was the perfect person to ask if I had screwed up in the last few weeks. I sighed heavily and let my concerns go.
"You're right. It was probably just my imagination," I agreed.
We stopped outside my bedroom door, and I fidgeted for a moment, suddenly unsure what to do. I wasn't ready to say good night to Scott just yet, but it felt a little awkward now that we were home and not in the exotic romantic world of Paris. Scott's hand came up and cupped my chin.
"Molly, my sweet, sexy sub. I am dying to join you in bed, but I promised my dad I'd help him with some paperwork before bed," Scott informed me.
He honestly sounded disappointed, and that helped to make me feel better. I gave him a small smile.
"It's okay," I tried to reassure him, even though I was just as disappointed. "It would be hard with our parents right next door anyway."
Scott winced and nodded. "Yes. I had thought of that. It's a good thing that I stay in the guest house out back and am nowhere near the house..."
He gave me a wicked grin as if his mind was already running through everything he wanted to do. My body heated up as my mind began to run through my own set of sexy scenarios.
A matching smile crossed my lips. "I guess that IS a good thing."
"Oh, it is. I want you to get one of your sexy outfits on, then wait for me in the guest house. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," I breathed out in excitement.
"Good girl," Scott murmured as he dipped his head and brushed a soft kiss on my lips.
It was nothing more than a gentle touch, but I felt it down to my toes. I whimpered in disappointment as Scott pulled back.
Scott groaned and took a step back. "Believe me when I say I am eager to get all of this over with so I can join you."
I gave a husky giggle. "I guess I'll just have to pick an extra special outfit. Just to give you something to think about. Wouldn't want you to lollygag."
Turning to enter my room, a hard smack landed on my backside. I gave a loud squeak before slapping my hand over my mouth and turning to face Scott.
He had another wicked smile on his face. "Someone's feeling a little sassy tonight, aren't they? Sounds like you need a reminder of who's in charge."
I put a hand on my hip and raised an eyebrow at him. "Haven't we already had this conversation before?"
Scott wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight against his chest. His lips were inches away once again.
"I believe we have. But you seem to need a reminder," Scott murmured.
When his mouth took mine this time, it was hungry and branding. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on as my knees got weak. His tongue swept inside without waiting for permission. His tongue touched, teased, and claimed every inch of my mouth for himself.
Pleasure and need raced through me, and even if I had thought of arguing with Scott, I couldn't. Scott's hand reached down and cupped my backside, lifting me up until his hard cock was cradled by my pelvis. I whimpered into his mouth, making my desire clear. I couldn't help but remember how he had made me cum, pressed against the club wall the night we had gotten together.
At first, the memory was hot and sexy and ramped up the desire I was feeling. That was until it reminded me of the picture sent to me with the threatening text.
Suddenly, the desire melted away, and all at once, I felt dirty. It was a stark reminder that this needed to be kept a secret.
I stiffened in Scott's arms and pushed at his shoulder. Scott immediately pulled away and looked down at me. "Are you alright?"
I nodded. "I just don't want you to be late."
"That's kind of you, baby girl. But you once again didn't answer my question truthfully," Scott called me out.
I sighed. "I'm fine. I was just reminded of the picture Jean-Pierre sent. That thought reminded me of what would happen if we got caught."
Scott's face darkened as he hugged me tightly before putting a respectable distance between us.
"Molly, I know Jean-Pierre has been harassing and scaring you. But I can promise you, no matter what the consequences for me, I will protect you. That's my job," he told me softly.
My heart warmed at his promise of protection. I loved that he would be willing to do that for me. Not that I wanted him to sacrifice anything for me. Especially not his family, which was a distinct possibility should our relationship come out.
"Thank you, Scott," I replied, squeezing his hand.
"You're welcome, baby girl. Now go get into something sexy, and I'll meet you back at my place as soon as I'm done with my dad," Scott instructed.
"Yes, Master," I replied, feeling the excitement return.
"Good girl," he praised, then hurried away.
I watched him for a moment before entering my room. My mind was already whirling with ideas about what I could wear for Scott.
I tried on a ton of outfits before I found the perfect one. I unpinned my hair and pulled it over to flow around my shoulders as I gazed at my reflection.
The pristine white bralet and lace panties set gave me an innocent yet wanton appearance. In my white underwear set, I was a vixen that would drive Scott out of his mind with desire.
My lips curled up in a sensual come-hither grin.
"Be careful what you wish for, Master," I said to my reflection.