Chapter 57: Master Wants To Play

-Scott's POV-

I tried to concentrate on the stack of papers in front of me. But my eyes kept slipping toward the clock on the wall.
The contracts, pay statements, and invoices were nothing but a jumble of dry, boring words that did not make sense in my foggy brain.
My mind was full of thoughts of Molly waiting for me at my house. That alone made me want to shove the paperwork away and head home. But my father insisted that I help him get through all of the contracts tonight. Not that I had seen anything that couldn't wait until morning. But that was the way Paul Monroe worked anymore. If paperwork needed to be done, my dad would make sure it got done before calling it for the day. It was starting to get on my nerves, but he insisted this was how things would go when a person owned their own business.
"Scott!" My father snapped my name to get my attention.
"Yeah?" I replied, looking up.
"You've been staring at that piece of paper for twenty minutes. Sign it and move on," Paul demanded.
I groaned inwardly and went back to the paperwork. But after rereading the boring contract two more times, I had to admit it was a useless feat. Knowing Molly was waiting and imagining the sexy outfits she could have picked out made my brain nothing but mush and my pants tighter than spandex.
I adjusted my pants inconspicuously before pushing the paperwork away.
"I give up," I said to my father. "Sorry, Dad. But I'm burned out and need to head to bed. We can get caught up in the morning."
"Son, you can't leave work undone. That's no way to run a business," Paul warned in disapproval.
I gave him an incredulous look. This was only the third time I had opted to go to bed instead of staying up into the wee hours of the morning to get work done. All the other times, my father hadn't seemed to mind. What had changed about this one?
"Dad, I'm certain the paperwork for next week's project will survive until tomorrow. Why don't you get some rest as well?" I suggested. "I'm sure Willimina would be happy to have you come to bed early. After all, she hasn't seen you in two weeks."
Paul's eyes narrowed at me. "What's that supposed to mean?"
I sighed heavily and pushed away from the desk. "Nothing, Dad. You are exhausted and obviously cranky. Go to bed, and we can be workaholics tomorrow, okay?"
Before my father could continue whatever fight he was trying to instigate, I rushed out the door. I had no idea if my dad would take my advice or not. But I quickly realized that I didn't really care. My mind was occupied by the gorgeous woman I knew was waiting for me inside my house.
I hit the front door in record time and stared at the low, beckoning light just beyond the living room.
Molly was in my bedroom.
I felt like an immature teenage boy once again, knowing that a hot, scantily clad woman waited in my bed for me. This was every boy's wild fantasy, and I was living it.
I took a moment to savor the sense of victory. After dying to have Molly for so long, she was now in my room and, hopefully, in my bed. Slowly, I walked toward my bedroom as if I was afraid to rush and wake up from the dream.
Sitting prim and properly on the edge of the bed was Molly. Her beautiful, soft blonde hair fell around her shoulders in golden waves, ending just at the top of the sultry, white-laced cups of her bra. Between the intricately woven design on the cups, I could just make out the dusky pink of her nipples. My mouth began to water, thinking of tasting them again. My gaze slowly moved down her body until I got to the sexy lacy panties that perfectly matched the top. They were just barely visible above her hips, but I definitely got the idea nonetheless.
"Hello, Master," Molly's seductive voice broke through the silence.
My lips turned up in a wicked grin as I met her gaze. The naughty sub knew what her sexy little outfit would do to me and was enjoying it. Every inch of my skin felt as if it was too tight to contain me. My greedy cock stood up at attention and demanded to be thrust into her tight, wet, warm channel again.
Fuck, Molly was addictive.
"Hello, my sweet little sub. You did a great job picking out an outfit. I'm proud of you," I replied with a chuckle.
Molly slowly stood up, giving me a perfect view of her sexy body, and sauntered over to me. The confidence in her step was an allure worthy of the most powerful siren.
God, she was gorgeous.
"I’m so glad you approve, Master," Molly purred.
Her eyes darted below my belt. Her smile widened when she caught sight of my approval, which was pressed tightly against the rough fabric of my jeans.
"Eyes on mine, Molly," I instructed her firmly.
Her heated gaze on that specific part of my body was just a little too much for me to handle. The very last thing I wanted to do was to embarrass myself by losing control.
Her eyes moved back to my face, and I wondered if she understood exactly how turned on I was.
Yeah, Molly knew. There was no way she couldn't. I thought to myself with a chuckle.
I cupped Molly's chin in my hand and gently pulled her closer until she was up on her tiptoes. Her sweet, full lips were only a breath away.
"You look beautiful, Molly. So beautiful," I whispered to her.
Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her body against mine. Molly moaned softly and rubbed herself against me. Her blatantly wanton behavior was as provocative as her outfit, and I groaned in approval.
Letting go of her chin, I plowed my fingers into her hair, gripping it gently. I tilted her head slightly and fused our lips together in a powerful kiss I knew we were both aching for. Our tongues clashed, played, and rubbed against each other.
My free hand caught the clasp of her bra and, with a single skilled, practiced move, unhooked it. I felt her beautiful breasts spill free, and I eagerly moved my hand around her front to touch her. I cupped and played with the soft, sensitive globes, drinking in every whimper and moan from her lips.
Molly dropped her bra on the floor before wrapping her arms around my neck. Her back arched, thrusting those beautiful breasts towards me for more. Letting go of her hair, I found her nipples and pinched them lightly, then harder as she whimpered with need.
I pulled away and looked down at her face, flushed with passion, her chest heaving as her breathing came in harsh pants.
She was beautiful every day, but when turned on, she looked like a goddess. I was in awe of this woman and dying for more.
Unwrapping her arms from my neck, I quickly shed my clothes before pulling those sexy panties off and discarding them in the pile of clothes.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that's eager," Molly commented with a breathy giggle. "Maybe, I should make YOU work for it."
I raised an eyebrow at her sassy tone. "I'm always eager when you're around, Molly. But you'll be the one working for it here in a minute if you don't curb that tongue of yours, girl."
Molly bit her lip, but the flush that raced over her body told me very clearly that she loved that idea. I chuckled and pointed to the bed.
"Go lie down, little brat. Your Master is EAGER to play with his sexy little sub," I told her with an evil grin