Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next day, Dan work up the courage to call Molly and ask a moment to talk to her. They meet at the library.
It's a place both of them are familiar with, a sanctuary from the social whirlwind of campus life. Dan spots Molly at a study carrel, her head bent over a book, a mug of coffee steaming beside her. He approaches, his footsteps muffled by the carpeted floor.
"Mind if I sit?" Dan asks, his voice low so as not to disturb the other patrons engrossed in their studies. Molly looks up, her hazel eyes meeting his green ones briefly before flicking back to her book. She hesitates for a moment, then nods.
"Sure."
Dan pulls out the chair opposite her and sits down, the wood creaking slightly beneath him. He leans back, stretching his long legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle. Molly watches him, her expression inscrutable, as she closes her book and sets it aside.
"So," Dan begins, a playful lilt to his voice, "you're the one holding the keys to my... kingdom." He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Molly rolls her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes" She answer conclusively.
Dan's smile falters slightly, his expectation of a longer answer leaving him hanging. "So... you're the one holding the keys to my... kingdom," he repeats, his voice now tinged with a hint of seriousness. "And what do you plan to do with that power?"
Molly's smile fades, replaced by a look of mild surprise. She hadn't really thought about it. The program was just something she had agreed to, a responsibility she had taken on without much consideration. She plays with the keychain on her finger, the metal clicking softly against the desk.
"Well, I haven't really thought about it," she admits, her voice soft. She glances up at Dan, her hazel eyes meeting his green ones. "I suppose I'll just... see how it goes.
I'll try to be reasonable." Molly's answer was non-committal, still undecided on the matter.
But you've seen what others do, right?" Dan asked, his voice hinting at the frustration he felt beneath the surface. "Some keyholders are even giving out schedules, or trading services for unlocked time. What are your thoughts on that?"
Molly's eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows arching in surprise. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She had heard whispers of such arrangements, but she hadn't thought them true. "I... I hadn't considered that."
Dan nodded, his gaze intense as he watched Molly's reaction. "Yeah, it's happening. So, I was wondering, what do you think about it?" he pressed, his curiosity genuine. "Where do you stand on all this?"
Molly hesitated, her fingers fiddling with the keychain again. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice soft.
"I guess I hadn't thought about it that much. But maybe it's better to keep him locked, after all. What's the point of the chastity program if I let him have too many releases?"
Dan's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued by her response. "So, you're saying you're more inclined to keep me locked than unlocked?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.
Molly shrugged, her hazel eyes meeting his gaze directly for the first time since they started talking. "It's not personal," she said, her voice firm. "It's just... the point of the program is to promote self-control and discipline, right? If I unlock you all the time, then what's the point?"