"Are you feeling alright, now?" Molly pulled some hair away from his blindfolded face.

"Yes, Mistress." He nuzzled into her. "I'd like to hold you." She responded to this with a kiss.

"When we're all done. I'm going to lay you down."

"Wh-what are we going to do now, Mistress." Sherlock stuttered as he felt her place him on his back.

"You're going to make me cum."

"How —" Before he could finish his question, it was answered when he felt her heat against his mouth and smelled her arousal right against his nose. Everything… every sense he could use was her. Even sans blindfold, it would have all been her. Obediently, he opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to explore this private place of hers. Savoring the taste and sensation that surrounded him. Her gasp was as good as any praise she could possibly give him. All of him wanted to please her, make her happy, wanted to hear her gasp his name. This drove him as he ran his tongue through her crevice and suckled at her clitoris.

Molly leaned back and braced herself on his abs a moment before leaning forward to watch him and gently pull at his dark curls. Oh, the things he did to her just by being him. While he focused on her bundle of nerves, she leaned back to penetrate herself with her fingers and he let out a moan in protest.

"What is it, boy?" She brought herself up off of him enough for him to speak.

"I wanted to — to please you myself, Mistress." Before she stood up, she brushed his cheek and helped him to his knees to undo his bonds.

"You want to please me with out any help, huh?"

"Yes, Mistress." Using the bond as a bit of a leash, she draped them around his neck as she perched herself, spread eagle in his chair, and guided him to his destination. Like a starving beast he went at her, grabbing her hips and guiding her blindly to his mouth. Jutting his tongue in and out of her entrance for several minutes, she tapped his back with the crop to get his attention.

"Naughty boy, stop teasing!" He slid his tongue back up to her clitoris and allowed his fingers to take its place, permeate her depths. Stretching and searching her for that spot. He must do this well. Or never do this again. He decided. No matter how much he wanted to, he would never do this again if he didn't do it well; if he didn't properly please her. And it did sound like he was doing an excellent job. Her moans sounded very approving of all the work he was doing. A reward for his dedication and focus, he supposed.

But, as flaccid as it still was, he thought he felt a stirring when he heard that gasp. The one he'd been aching for, seeking out with all he could.

"There, Sherlock, right there." More gasps and moans as she began to squirm beneath him. "Faster." She breathed, barely audible. He indulged her with great effort, even added a finger for good measure and made more concentrated circles with his tongue. If he could speak, he might have found himself, so very unlike him, begging her to cum for him.

Her release was brilliant, the change in taste brought his erection back and he yearned to be inside her once again. To feel her tight, wet muscles grip him fast within her. He needed that again. He felt he may never breath again if he didn't feel the sensation of his prick wrapped deep within her depths.

"Molly, may I make love to you." In an instant, he was on his back and already encased within her. Nails dug into her hips as she set a gentle, seductive rhythm against him. He felt the restraint secure his wrists again and he found himself expressing gratitude. He enjoyed this. He wanted to be her toy. He wanted to live only to make her cum, bring her pleasure, make her happy. Thanking whatever deities he could manage to remember at that moment, he heard her sweet voice cry his name and a soft vice secure itself around his spasming appendage, close to its own irruption.

When it did meet its peak, her name was already on his lips as he arched up into her, fully satiated and exhausted.

Molly removed the binds from his wrist first and, instead of waiting for her to remove the blindfold, he scooped her up in his arms, showering her with kisses and affection. There were many things she never saw or thought were in his nature but, this, this was the best surprise. She pulled off the scarf as they kissed but both their eyes were closed.

"Your ring." Yanked out of her post coital stupor, she merely hummed a response. "You're not wearing it."

"Because he doesn't make me happy, Sherlock."

"You think I could? Was that what this was about? Beca—"

"This was about showing you that you could. I always knew you could, Sherlock." There was a pause for a kiss. "But, I have to go now, Sherlock."

"No," He gripped her tight. "You can't leave now, I don't know—"

"You'll be fine. I have to go home and shower before Tom gets home…."

"You didn't break it off yet." It was a statement, not a question.

"No, I have to go." Silently, she gathered her things, leaving him, still a bit of a frazzled, naked mess on the floor.

"Molly—"

"I'll be back."

"But I don't know— "

"You'll be fine. Go shower and clean up our mess. Don't leave it for Mrs. Hudson."

He nodded as she left and did as she said.