Chapter 87: The Dungeon

-Molly-

At first, I didn’t move, feeling as if I was dreaming the whole thing up. Scott had just admitted he loved me, and now he was kissing me like he… loved me. My eager heart and soul sang for those words, and I wanted nothing more than to hear them repeatedly.
The hunger inside me grew until I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. He pulled me onto his lap until I was straddling him, my skirt riding up around my hips, showing off my skimpy little red thong if anyone was looking.
Scott’s hands dropped down and grabbed my bare backside. He let out a little moan when he found them bared due to my thong. Gently he began to squeeze and massage the soft flesh. I moaned into his mouth, the rough feeling of his skin against my sensitive cheeks sending tingles through my body. He spread his fingers wide, his large hand and long fingers leaving very little untouched.
Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled away and looked up at me. “I love you, Molly.”
“Why did it take so long?” I asked quietly. “I told you I loved you weeks ago… so much as happened… Why?”
Scott chuckled and massaged my backside again. “Because I’m an idiot, baby girl.”
I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Yeah… I believe that.”
A sharp slap on my backside made me jump, the pain radiating through my body before melting into sweet pleasure when it touched the area between my legs that was quickly growing damp.
“Is that any way to talk to your Master?” Scott asked as he stretched up and began nuzzling my neck.
Goosebumps broke out along my skin when his breath gently caressed me as he spoke.
“It is when he’s being an idiot,” I replied, giggling breathlessly.
I arched my neck, giving him better access. Scott did not hesitate to take advantage of the opening I gave him as he began to nibble along the sensitive neckline, making the goosebumps grow into full-blown shivers.
“Ohhh,” I moaned as my fingers dug into his hair to hold him close.
His hands left my backside and moved up along my back, then around to my breasts. My nipples were already hard and poking through my dress as if they were begging for him. As soon as I felt his hands brush against them, a sharp spike of pleasure raced through me. My nipples had always been sensitive, but this was crazy. He had barely touched them, but it felt like he had been teasing them for hours.
For a moment, my mind sorted through everything that had been going on, and the pleasure drifted into the background. Something was going on with me… I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was definitely something going on with my body. I tried to concentrate on everything that happened, but the minute I stopped moaning and wiggling on Scott’s lap, he brought me back with a quick pinch of my nipples.
“Fuck!” I cried, the overly sensitive buds screaming with sweet pain.
“Someone’s a little sensitive tonight,” Scott said with a chuckle.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, whimpering as he soothed the pain with his thumbs.
His fingers moved up to take the shoulder straps down. “Let’s see how well they do in my mouth, then.”
“Yesss,” I agreed as the need pounded at me.
He pulled the top down, my breasts gently bouncing as they popped out of the top. Scott’s attention was immediately pulled to them, and the wicked smile touched his lips.
“Delicious, baby girl. You’re breasts and nipples are absolutely breathtaking.”
Scott slowly bent his head, licking his lips and ready to take my aching nipples into his mouth, when a high-pitched beeping stopped us both in our tracks. We listened to it for a heartbeat before finally understanding what that sound was.
Scott’s phone.
“Fuck it,” Scott said as he leaned in and swallowed one of my nipples deep into his mouth.
“Scott!” I cried out in shock.
A sharp smack landed on my backside. “What do you call me?”
I growled in frustration, already having a hard time concentrating when his mouth played on me. Pleasure sizzled along my nerve endings, threatening to take my thoughts away. But the continuous sound of the ringing kept breaking in.
“Master, please!” I pleaded with him. “That might be Becca.”
He gave a low growl but pulled away and lifted me enough that he could reach into his pocket to pull out his phone. His growl grew louder when he saw the name.
“What, Noah?” Scott snapped into the phone.
“Where the fuck are you?!” Noah snapped back.
“We’re at the Dance Life Club,” Scott replied to him, his anger not fading.
“Yeah! I fucking got that when the bartender called telling me that Becca was being accosted by a drunken idiot that sounded a lot like that fucking asshole Keith. But my question is, why aren’t you WITH her? When you told me you were taking the girls out tonight, you promised not to leave her alone. She’s too innocent for those horny punks just wanting a piece of ass,” Noah snarled into the phone.
I stiffened on Scott’s lap at the way Noah talked about my best friend. There was jealousy and anger but also a deep sense of caring coming from him. All of which made his actions the other night all that more confusing. If he cared for Becca and wanted her enough that he was jealous at the idea of having her hook up with another man, then why wasn’t he WITH her?
“Todd was supposed to call me. NOT you,” Scott told him. “I had no idea Becca was having any trouble.”
I scrambled off Scott’s lap and straightened my skirt. “I’ll go find her.”
“WE’LL go find her, Molly. Do not think of running off alone, facing a possibly drunk asshole like that. Keith won’t think twice about hurting you,” Scott warned me firmly before returning to Noah. “I’ll call you when we find her to let you know she’s okay.”
“Don’t fucking bother,” Noah growled. “I’m at the club. I’ll find her myself.”
The call beeped off, leaving me to gape at Scott like a guppy. “What the hell is wrong with him? He’s blowing all hot and cold! He can’t play those mind games with Becca! It’s not fair to her!”
Scott reached over and grabbed my arm. “He’s not trying to play games with her, Molls. This is the first time I have seen Noah this unsure of himself around a woman. I think he’s IN love with her and not sure what to do. Noah is a caregiver, Molly. He would never purposely hurt her without a damned good reason. He’s scared that their age difference and her innocence that she’s gonna wake up one day and hate him for… introducing her to this deviant lifestyle.”
I scoffed. “There’s nothing wrong with this lifestyle.”
“I know that… and you know that… but Becca is from a different world. She belongs to the country club, soccer practice, and afternoon tea party clubs. Not to the world of whips, handcuffs, Dominance, and submission,” Scott admitted.
I glared at him. “You don’t get to make that choice for Becca... and neither does anyone else! Becca may be a virgin and not know a lot about sex. But SHE gets to make her own choices, and YOU BOTH have to respect that!”
Scott suddenly looked thoughtful, as if something I had said sparked a moment of clarity he wasn’t expecting. But then he shook his head.
“Right or wrong, we don’t have a say in their dynamic, or lack thereof. All we can do right now is go find Becca before Noah does. And pray that Keith is still alive when we do. I don’t feel like bailing Noah out of jail tonight,” Scott replied, then looked me up and down with a wicked glint in his eyes. “I have more interesting plans for the night."