Her thighs were shaking as she sat on the sofa, eyes darting to the clock every five seconds. Three slaves sat at her feet, resting their heads on her legs as her hands stroked through their hair. "He should be here soon." Molly's voice sounded loud even to herself. "How should we convince him, Antony?" She looked down at one of her pets, who responded almost immediately,
"We'll do it for you,"
Molly chuckled, "he's not like any other man."
"You could lead him into the kitchen and we could ambush him,"
"I don't want him hurt." Molly said lowly, feeling anger rile inside of her at the thought of anyone harming Sherlock, anyone apart from her.
"We can use the chloroform."
Molly paused and a sinister smile slowly spread across her face, "brilliant, Antony." She smoothed her hand over his face and through his hair.
"Thank you, mistress." He murmured as he kissed her hand.
She was excited and full of want; her thighs shook again as she thought of Sherlock on his knees, staring up at her and begging for her hands over him. Oh yes he will be begging. The Virgin will never know what hit him.
It was getting dark when the door knocked an even four times and Molly had just finished with her make-up. She turned away from the mirror and looked over at her three pets, all waiting patiently on her bed. "Try to keep quiet, he's very...observant."
"We won't let you down, mistress." Antony grinned eagerly.
He was her favourite, almost definitely. Beautiful brown hair, deep hazel eyes, early twenties – yes, apart from Sherlock, he was Molly's second best.
Molly took three deep breaths before opening the front door and gazed at the impatient looking man on the other side,
"Finally decided to answer the door I see." He gave a quick smile and Molly's heart leapt into her throat.
"Oh, hello," She opened the door wider, "just come through and I'll get the tongues."
Sherlock wiped his shoes on the mat – very polite – and walked passed her into the kitchen. Molly felt her legs begin to shake in excitement and arousal, his scent was indulging, she wanted to rip his coat off and live in it.
She walked into the kitchen and stopped by the fridge, she didn't really have any tongues in there - that would be disgusting. Then she heard the surprised call from Sherlock and turned around, seeing her three pets restraining Sherlock and holding a cloth over his mouth and nose. He struggled enough to almost knock the three men off of him and Molly watched in awe.
Soon enough, his body went limp. Molly approached him and ran a hand slowly over his face, so peaceful, so calm...
"Get him upstairs." Molly demanded, snatching her hand away. She didn't want to begin in the kitchen, no, no, she needed her palace.
The loft was the place Molly held most of her sessions with her pets so she arranged for Sherlock to be put up there, she had said she wanted complete privacy and knew they would obey. When Molly had first moved into this house, her father lived with her for quite some time before he had passed away, and since then, Molly decided to live out her dirty fantasies.
Her bedroom was too...innocent for her actions towards her pets so she decided to refurnish the loft and dump all of her father's belongings in a self-storage block, that way she wouldn't be reminded by her father's things as she sadistically dripped candle wax over a man's crotch.
Molly climbed the stairs and ladder to the loft and saw the beautiful pale man strapped to a chair. Her heart beat so fast she thought it was going to jump out of her chest, and when she looked onwards at the ruffled shirt, she wanted to furiously attack his neck with her teeth and make him scream.
Oh his scream – she could imagine it, that deep, casual voice suddenly mutated into a desperate scream, a cry out for her, begging, pleading. She slowly walked towards him, gently scraping her nails over his covered shoulder. He wouldn't wake up, not just yet, but Molly could enjoy his unconsciousness.
She ran a hand through his hair and leaned down to plant a kiss into the curls, smelling his shampoo and savouring the scent.
Not long now, She sighed happily.
In case some of you don't know, a loft is basically an attic.
Chloroform can be sold in pharmacies and I don't know why. I'm the idiot of all chemistry so I'm clueless what it's used for; I only know that it knocks you out.
