Chapter 59: Show Me You Can Snap

-Molly's POV-

I rode the waves of pleasure as long as I could, but Scott did not linger this time, a testament to how deep Scott's need was.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I found him above me. His beautiful eyes held mine as his finger brushed over the distended nipples.
I whimpered and shook my head slightly, not necessarily to say no. But the intense sensations were doubled by the orgasm that had left me even more sensitive.
"Are you using your safe word, my sub?" Scott asked gently.
I took several breaths and did a mental check of myself. Did I need my safe word? Was this too much? My nipples were growing a little sore, and the low vibrations still drove me a little crazy. But, I was otherwise okay. I could take more, would take more if he wanted me to.
"No, Master," I answered him honestly. "I am okay."
Scott bent down and pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. "I would hope after that amazing orgasm that you would be better than okay. I guess you'll need another one."
I didn't know if he thought that was a threat or a promise, but I knew I wanted one. I jerked against my restraints, wanting to pull his head down to kiss me again.
But I couldn't get free, and it didn't seem like Scott was interested in releasing me. I pulled again and gave him a pointed look, which was only returned with a look of amusement at my struggle.
"Something wrong... little sub?" Scott asked knowingly with a chuckle.
I flopped back on the bed, helpless to do anything. Blowing my bangs out of my face, I looked up at Scott in frustration.
"Soo... you're really going to leave me tied up?" I demanded.
"Well... that was the plan, baby girl," Scott replied as he rubbed himself against my leg. "I told you that I liked you like this... Why would I change it?"
"What? Is the big, bad Master afraid of one harmless little sub?" I snarked, unable to stop myself from rising to the challenge.
Scott raised an eyebrow at me, and the smile on his lips grew dark, almost frighteningly so. But I wasn't scared.... no, I wasn't afraid of him. I was intrigued by this man in front of me and was curious about what he had in mind.
Without another word, Scott got off the bed and walked back to where our discarded clothing was. He searched for a moment through the small pile until he found what he was looking for.
Rationally, I knew I should just stay quiet. I had gotten one good jab at Scott and made him almost laugh. But my mouth suddenly grew a mind of its own and spoke up without listening to me.
“Are you going to dress me? I didn’t figure you’d give up after one little challenge,” I heard myself say.
Scott turned to me, his face still drawn up in a dark, wicked grin and something in his hands. I glanced at it a few times before it finally registered that it was my sheer, white thong. He looked between me and the flimsy underwear a few times before balling it up slightly.
“You know the best way to handle a sharp tongue, my dear little brat?” he asked softly, a threat on the edge of his voice.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! The panicky normal part of my brain screamed at me.
“I think the real question should be… do YOU?” I heard my stupid mouth quip again.
He paused for a moment, then began to chuckle. “Well… I guess we’ll have to see. Now, won’t we?”
Slowly, Scott stalked up to me, switching the ball of panties from one hand to the other. My heart was racing with fear… and excitement. I knew what he would do with my panties, and I was torn between wanting it and being terrified of it. I had never had anyone gag me before. But then again, the boys I was used to were not the ones who wanted to play during sex. It was more of a get-on, get-off, get-gone situation.
I certainly had never had anyone care if I got off once, much less… more than that.
But Scott did, and he knew exactly how to do that.
"Open your mouth, sub," he demanded in a stern tone that I felt to my core.
I did as he asked, unable to deny him or even think of a smart retort. Even if I had managed to come up with one, there was no way I would have the courage to say it. Slowly, he pushed the lace and silk panties into my mouth until it was full and I was finally completely silenced.
Scott watched me closely for a few minutes, as if he was afraid I would freak out with my panties stuffed into my mouth. For a moment, I considered it. It was hard to breathe with my mouth full, but quickly my nose took over, and whatever panic I might have had stopped.
"I'm going to take you now, my sweet little one. I'm not going to be gentle or sweet. I'm going to take you as hard and fast as we both want me to. But if you need to, I want you to snap twice. Show me that you can do so, please."
I snapped twice for him, and he nodded in approval. "Alright, my dear. Hold on," he warned me.
Sliding in between my legs, Scott did exactly as he had promised. Grabbing my hips, he slammed deep inside me, my scream of pleasure muffled by my own panties.
"God, fuck yes, baby girl. You feel so good around me," he moaned and began to pump in and out as hard as he could.
My sensitive channel took him over and over again as hungrily as I felt. As the pleasure began to spike again, Scott reached between my legs and set the vibrator directly on my clit, using his pelvis to hold it there as he ground himself into me.
I moaned, begged, and pleaded with him. But it was all lost to my gag.
"Yes, baby girl. Yes, love, cum now. Cum for me," he growled out.
I couldn't have refused him even if I wanted to. The sensations peaked and exploded through me as I screamed his name. Suddenly, his fingers grasped the first clamp and released it. The rush of sensation and pain made the orgasm spike to a new level and roll through me even harder.
Before that was even close to being over, he moved to the second one and repeated the process. I screamed again as my body arched completely off the bed toward him.
With a growl, Scott stiffened above me, then pulled out as quickly, spilling himself onto the bed below me. He cursed a few times, his body jerking uncontrollably before finally stilling.
I breathed heavily out of my nose, trying to get enough air into my lungs, which had been deflated due to all of my screams.
Scott's head was bowed as if he were trying to come back from the highest peaks also. As soon as he returned, he reached up and slowly pulled the gag out of my mouth, allowing me to breathe normally once more.
He quickly released the straps on my arms and legs. He took a moment to look over my ankles and massaged my legs, making sure there was no damage to them. Moving up to my arms, he did the same with my wrists and shoulders.
After he was done, he pulled me tightly against his chest and pressed gentle kisses along my forehead while praising me softly.
Still drifting in a beautiful state of euphoria, I snuggled close to him and let my eyes drift shut. I loved the feeling of his arms around me. I loved the sense of care that he gave me, even after how rough he had been with me. I loved how sweet and kind he was to me.
As I slowly drifted off to sleep, a thought drifted through my mind, but I couldn't hold on to it any more than I could hold onto consciousness.
I loved Scott.