I'm back, with five quick minutes to post this and lots of love for you all for all your reviews and comments. I'm so glad that the last chapter went down well. I didn't want Molly to just accept Sherlock's deception…she's stronger than that and I didn't want him to be let off too lightly. I hope you like this chapter as well.

Chapter 10

It was finally Friday and Molly had made her way to the club feeling incredibly nervous. This was the first time that she knew that she was going there to meet Sherlock and her heart was beating ten to the dozen. She could feel it pounding in her chest and she wondered if she'd have the nerve to go through with her plan.

As she sat in the small, changing room she took a deep breath. She could do this; dammit she wanted to do this.

She changed into what felt like incredibly small underwear, she'd never worn anything so revealing or heels this high before but she at least started to feel the part as she got ready.

Over the last few days she'd treated herself; she'd had her hair done, had her legs and bikini wax done and even had a manicure…something she never normally bothered with, not with her line of work. But it all boosted her confidence and made her feel good about herself as she put the soft black mask over her face.

She looked at herself in the mirror and she liked what she saw. The high cut thong and heels made her legs look slim and long and the bra pushed her boobs up. Her hair was up in a high ponytail but was curled slightly to soften the look and the mask gave her the same confidence it always did. She held her head up high and walked out into the club bee lining for the bar to give herself a bit of Dutch courage. It was just before eight and Sherlock should be due anytime soon.

It felt strange being back here. She'd thought when she'd left just a few short days ago that it was the last time but here she was just one week later.

She had made her way into the main room sipping on her drink when she finally saw Sherlock. It was just like the first time she'd seen him. He was bare chested, no tattoos and black leather trousers hanging low on his slim hips. Just seeing him sent a jolt of lust through her body and it only intensified as his eyes met with her own.

She didn't wait for him to come over, instead she went to him and as she got close enough she smiled and put one perfectly manicured finger on his chest before letting it trail down his body until it met his trousers.

She smiled up at him, trying to act as sexy as she could. 'Mmm, you look good enough to eat. Are you happy to perform for me?'

It was strange seeing his eyes, eyes that were so familiar, looking out of the Watcher's mask.

She didn't wait for him to answer instead she turned and walked over to one of the empty booths. It held a bed with an iron frame and it was just what Molly wanted for them.

She waited until he'd stepped inside and then she drew the curtains before circling him once. 'Strip for me.'

He turned and looked at her cocking his head to one side. He obviously hadn't been expecting her to actually give him instructions like this and she found she rather enjoyed it. He was always so bossy that it felt good to turn it back on him. She went and sat in the leather armchair and crossed her legs. 'I'm waiting.'

He turned to face her, looking her in the eye as he brought his hand up and slowly flicked the button open on his trousers and drew down the zip. She couldn't help swallowing heavily as she saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. A moment later and he was stood there gloriously naked with his erection jutting out invitingly in front of him. She wanted to taste him, but not yet. There'd be time for that later.

'Climb on the bed and kneel up so I can see you.'

Once again he paused before moving, as though debating with himself whether to do as she'd asked. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the arm of her chair and took a final swig of her drink, feeling the burning liquid giving her a boost.

He made his way into the middle of the bed and knelt there awaiting her next command.

'Touch yourself for me.'

His hand went to his cock and she tutted making him pause. 'Not so fast, we have time.'

She saw him narrow his eyes and she knew he remembered saying something similar to her the first time they'd been together. His lips flattened together behind the mouth grill but she just waited until he brought his hands to his chest and let them slide over his skin, down over his stomach and to his thighs before moving back up.

When he moved his hand to his cock a second time she didn't stop him but she bit her lip and felt herself getting wet as she watched him starting to stroke himself. Slowly, knowing he was watching her she uncrossed her legs and then slowly crossed them the other way. She let one of her hands slide over her own stomach as she watched him before moving to cup one of her breasts and she saw his hand moving faster as he watched her.

'Cup your balls for me, pull on them.'

'Molly, I'll come.' His voice held a warning edge to it but she didn't care, it was all part of the plan.

'Lie down for me then. I want to see you come on yourself.'

He groaned at that and let himself fall back onto the bed. Molly stood and walked over so she could see him better. She hadn't expected this part of the evening to turn her on so much but God help her it was. Seeing him laid out and desperately working his cock, his body straining and arching on the bed was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen and she couldn't help but start to touch herself.

A minute later and he cried out as he came, thick strands of come landing on his stomach and chest. His head fell back and she saw his muscles relax; his chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath.

She resisted the urge to lick his skin and instead pulled out some wipes and she gently cleaned him up. As she finished he brought his arms up and reached for her but she moved out of his way.

'Molly…come on…'

'Ah ah patience. I'm not finished with you yet. In fact I'm just getting started.'

She could almost see the frown on his face from his eyes and it made her smile. She turned away so he wouldn't see her giggling and she tried to concentrate on the second part of her plan. She opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet and she pulled out the silk ties that she had known would be in there. When she turned back Sherlock was leaning up on his elbows trying to see what she was doing and she saw his eyes widen as he realised what she was holding.

'Molly…I…'

She tilted her head. 'Do you have a problem with being tied up?'

She saw him swallow and for the first time she worried that maybe he would. After all she knew he'd been held captive before and beaten; maybe this would be a trigger for him. If that was the case she knew she wouldn't push it. Yes, she was enjoying being in control but only if he was getting pleasure from it.

He nodded his head once and shifted on the bed before lifting his right hand so she could attach the tie, then he watched as she walked around the bed to do the same to his left. When she'd finished he tugged on them slightly to see if there was any give in them…there wasn't.

She leant over him and removed his mouthpiece. She'd never liked that part of his mask and she was happy to see it gone. Plus she loved his mouth, those Cupid's bow lips that were so damned kissable.

'Do you have a safe word that you want to use?'

He glanced at her and she saw those lips turn up at the edged into a smirk. 'Pathologist.'

Damn him, he was laughing at her, mirroring her own choice.

She moved back to the cabinet and took out a blindfold, similar to the one he'd used on her, and she moved to cover those taunting eyes. She saw his breath hitch as she did and he let his tongue lick sensuously over his lips and she wanted to kiss him…but she needed to wait just a little longer.

She stepped back and enjoyed seeing him laid out for her, his hands tied, the black silks dark against his pale white skin. His chest moving in time with his breathing and his cock already starting to twitch and grow. He wasn't hard but she knew he would be again soon enough. It was time for her to have some fun.

She kicked off her shoes and then put her hands behind her back unhooking her bra and even that quiet sound had Sherlock turning his head in her direction as he tried to work out where she was and what she was doing.

'Molly…where are you?'

She silently moved around to the other side of the bed. 'Still here don't worry.' His head immediately swung around towards her voice and she had to suppress a giggle as she hooked her thumbs in the side of her knickers and slid them down her legs, they were already damp with her need and she held them in front of Sherlock's nose just for a moment.

She saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled her scent and his mouth opened a little as he lifted his head to get closer to it.

'God Molly I never knew what a tease you could be.'

She moved to the other side of the bed again and then bent down to whisper in his ear. 'Oh you have no idea?'

He moved his face quickly and for a moment his lips were less than a centimetre from her own. He seemed to sense it and he stretched forward and she let him press them against hers, her eyes closing at finally kissing him albeit briefly. 'Molly…' his voice was breathy and filled with longing and she wanted him so badly.

She climbed up onto the bed and straddled one of his legs as she knelt above him and she let her hands glide over her skin moving up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.

Sherlock's tongue swept over his lips again. 'T..tell me what you're doing. I want to picture it.'

'I'm looking at you and I'm touching myself because you are so fucking gorgeous Sherlock.'

'Where are you touching yourself?'

'My breasts…I'm pinching my nipples like you taught me to and I'm imagining it's your mouth on me.'

'I want it to be my mouth. Lean over me Molly.'

She smiled at him trying to take control. 'No.'

He huffed and bit his lip. Slowly she let one hand move down between her legs and she let out a moan that had him lifting his head towards her again. 'What are you doing?'

'I'm….God…I'm rubbing my clit and it feels so good.'

She heard him let out a groan and she saw his cock lengthen as it pulsed, blood starting to flow back into it.

'Please Molly, I want to touch you.'

'Oh…oh…I…I'm pushing my fingers inside myself and I'm imagining it's your hand, your fingers….God, Sherlock it feels so good. I'm going to come.'

She could see his arms muscles straining against the restraints as he struggled to try to move towards her hearing her starting to come undone.

Her whole body shuddered as her hand moved back and forth and when Sherlock lifted his leg to add pressure she didn't move away but instead used it to ride out her pleasure, crying out his name as her climax washed over her.

She opened her eyes again to see Sherlock still straining against his restraints, his mouth open and his breath coming in short gasps. His cock was bouncing and twitching now and it gave her an idea. She removed her hand from her cunt, leant forward and slowly pushed her fingers into his mouth. He initially jumped in shock but then she felt his lips close around them and his tongue working to suck every last ounce of her juices from them. She could feel him humming in delight and she could see his throat, that beautiful neck, working as he sucked on her. She couldn't wait to fuck him.

Have you had enough yet or do you want more? Do you like Molly taking charge in this way? I'll be back later in the week with a bit more for you xx