"Molly gets Mollified!" — Lonely young woman is found by a caring Master

AN: Why did I write this!? I have two other longer stories I should be working on! But this wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote enough of it to post.

I have two more chapters to start off with and a planned ending I'll get to when I feel like writing Molly again. This should be short and sweet. Fingers crossed.

I was in the backroom taking inventory when the doorbell chimed.

"Be with you in a minute!" I called. Then winced a little at the dull monotone I'd found myself using more and more lately.

Mrs. Gresham was probably still out to lunch so, as the only one here, I put aside the barcode scanner and the box of recipe books to make sure we weren't gonna be shoplifted or pranked again. Fuckin' teenagers...

Oh hell, I'm gonna be a bitter old lady before I'm thirty aren't I?

Sighing at the endless march of time, I hopped down from my stool and wove my way through the haphazardly stacked boxes. The rainbow curtain of beads jingled as I stepped out behind the counter of Gresham's Books. I fiddled with the pamphlets displaying various nerdy activities Brandon insisted we start having on the weekend. Credit where credit is due, sales had gone up once we started hosting tabletop sessions and card game tournaments.

"Hello! Welcome to Gresham's Books." I did my best to put some cheer in my voice. "Can I help you find anything?" I asked the customer looking over our fantasy section.

The tall redheaded man dressed in a crimson blazer and charcoal gray slacks spun on one shiny heel to face me. Golden eyes glinted as he strode toward me with a growing smirk, as if he knew he was hitting all of teenage Molly's kinks at once.

My eyes didn't know where to look! His sharp jawline and high cheekbones? The lips I wanted to bite? The flame like hair that poured to his shoulders and drew the eye to his bare chest with its rippling muscles and down to the bulge in his—

"Are you Molly Vance?" His smooth voice sent shivers down to my fingers and toes. "If so..." A long finger gently lifted my hanging jaw back into place before his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "I do believe I've found what I'm looking for."

...Forgive me for a moment while my brains unscramble themselves and I accept the fact that my favorite pair of panties are a lost cause.

Okay. Reset.

I stood as straight and tall as I could, which isn't saying much, flicked my head to get loose hair out of my bright red face and gave him my best unimpressed glare. Please ignore my hands wringing themselves furiously behind my back and the trickles of arousal winding their way down my clenching thighs.

"I'm sorry, I must have been unclear." I blinked slowly and licked my lip. "Can I help you find any books, S-sir?" Gahh! Why did you fumble the 'sir'!? You were supposed to stay sarcastic, Molly!

He chuckled throatily, then more honestly with his shoulders shaking and his sharp teeth peeking out from behind his raised hand. Wait. Sharp?

"Good!" He finally gained control of himself after dramatically wiping a tear from his eye. "I like my slaves to have a core of steel to build around!" His, now much more obvious, fangs practically shined under the cheap incandescent lights.

E-excuse me!? My jaw dropped open again. How the hell did he know I was into— I mean, how dare he say that!?

The vampire? Devil? That walked into my store tilted his head, revealing a somehow sexy ear that tapered to a point and raised more questions, leaned over the counter and cupped my chin firmly. "My name is Ignatius Rookwood." He pressed his lips to my forehead, making me squirm for several confusing reasons, before he pulled back.

"However, you my dear, can call me Master from now on..."