Chapter Eighteen: The Party: Pt 2
I gasped in horror and embarrassment, remembering the night I stood at my window and looked down at him... Mr. Jones had seen me. I pulled out of his arms and hid my face in my hands.
"Oh, god," I moaned.
"Don't be shy, sweetie. That was the single most erotic thing I had ever seen," he crooned.
"But-but," I began to argue, and he stopped my words with a gentle kiss.
"Rebecca, my sweet little one. I know this is all new to you and not exactly the type of relationship you were looking for. But, please understand, this is nothing to be ashamed of, either. Just give yourself to me and let me take care of you. Let me keep you safe," he promised sincerely.
His words took me back a bit. "What do you mean? Why would you want to do that?"
"It would be my job, little one. When you finally allow me to be your Dom, it is my number one duty to protect and keep you safe," he explained.
"There's that word again." I pointed out. "What does it mean?"
"It's a complicated answer. We will need more time than we have now for me to fully explain it to you. Just understand that no matter what, you'll be safe," Mr. Jones promised again.
I nodded, believing him.
"Good. Now, tonight, I want to see your naughty, sexy little show again. Then tomorrow come over as soon as you are free, and we'll discuss the rest," Mr. Jones ordered me.
I flushed again and felt the excitement grow. I really, REALLY wanted to do what Mr. Jones told me to do. Not only because the idea turned me on even more than I already was but because I was sure the thought was affecting him as much as it was I. If I judged correctly by the bulge in his pants as to how he was feeling.
"Yes, Sir," I replied, my voice breathless with anticipation.
"Such a good girl," he complimented me in a way that made my knees melt and drove my desire to hear it again.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips once more before guiding me back to the party just in time for the birthday cake to be handed out. He waited until I was safe with my friends, then whispered a good night in my ear and strolled out with the unspoken promise of seeing me later.
I felt a plate press into my hands, and I absently accepted it, my mind already on what would happen once the party was over and my parents were in bed. And just like that, I was anxious for this party to be over with.
"Becca, are you alright?" Molly asked anxiously.
I blinked my thoughts out of my head and gave her what little attention I had left.
"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, my mind is elsewhere," I apologize sheepishly.
Molly just smirked. "I know where your mind is. Which is why I am asking if you were alright. I'm concerned that he is taking advantage of your innocence."
I flushed her words and looked away. I have known for a while all about my innocence and how naïve I was. However, despite all that... I still really hope Mr. Jones would take advantage of my... innocence.
"I just… I don't think that Mr. Jones should be pushing you so deep into this," Molly expressed quietly, looking around to make sure we wouldn't be overheard.
I gave her a strange look. "Deep into what? I sincerely don't understand why you both are so worried?"
"Both?"
"Yes, Mr. Jones made a comment about how he worries that this is going too far, too fast."
"Good for him," Molly complemented with approval. "Though, I would feel better if he wasn't always making you call him Sir. It still seems a little quick."
"What are you talking about? Mr. Jones is not making me call him anything. I call him Sir to be respectful and polite," I explained, still feeling very confused.
Molly's eyes widened until they looked like they were going to pop out of her head, and I jumped 10 feet in the air when she unexpectedly burst out laughing. The twinkling little sound brought looks from all around us.
"So, you… you… don't even know," Molly continued as she tried to speak around her giggles.
"Know what?" I hissed, feeling the flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks.
"Oh, sweetie. I'm not laughing at you per se. More at how you step so easily into line when you didn't even know it was there. It's really no wonder a man like Noah Jones would be intrigued by you," Molly commented.
"What does that mean?" I challenged.
Scott stepped up behind her and interrupted. "I think any further information should come from him personally, my dear."
Molly shut up immediately and became more pacified than I had ever seen her in my life. I look between Molly and Scott, wondering what exactly I was missing. But, she had a feeling it was a lot more than either one of them was letting on. Scott seemed to have some odd level of control over Molly. Molly! The girl whose photo was underneath the definition of the word "wild". The girl who took pleasure out of shocking people she would consider milder or more straight-laced than her. I never would've thought there was someone strong enough to tame the wild girl Molly.
"Are you… alright?" I asked her in reciprocation.
To my amazement, Molly flushed and nodded instead of speaking. I pinned Scott with a warning stare that he easily interpreted and accepted.
"I'll take care of her. I promise," Scott reassured me.
Something in his words reminded me of Mr. Jones and actually did help me relax a bit. Molly was a smart, strong girl that was not easily bowled over. So if she and Scott were up to something, it was definitely something she wanted.
"Okay," I said with a smile. "Very well."
"Rebecca," Mother's voice called to me over the group.
I turned to see her standing next to Keith, who had the biggest, almost victorious smile on his face.
"Yes, Mother?" I called back.
"Keith here is getting ready to leave and would like to speak to you alone for a moment," Mother told me with a smile that looked almost teasing.
But that couldn't be right. My mother didn't understand such things. There was no way she had a single salacious thought in her head.
"Mrs. Delaney," Scott injected. "I don't think that is a very good idea."
My mother's eyes widened in shock at Scott. "Why ever not?"
"You don't know what kind of trouble he's gotten into," Scott answered simply. "I'm sure if you did, you would be a little more hesitant about letting him alone with your daughter."
Keith's face turned a deep, furious red. But, Mother just gave an overly loud laugh.
"Oh, that silly business. Keith told me about it and how it was all just a big misunderstanding," Mother insisted.
Scott opened his mouth to argue, but I put my hand on his shoulder, silencing him. People were starting to look our way, and the embarrassment of the situation was beyond my ability to handle it.
"It's okay. If Mother said it was fine, then it's fine," I told him.