Chapter 53: Spoken Words

-Scott's POV-

I growled into the phone and watched Molly jump slightly. She had misinterpreted my growl as a sign that I was angry at her.
"I'm so sorry, little one. You did so well. It's time for your reward," I told Molly, trying to bury my anger.
I didn't want to worry her or let my fury at Dubois ruin this moment for her. Locking my eyes on her dripping wet pussy, I watched her fingers flick, pinch, and tweak her engorged clit. It was interesting to watch her play with herself, and it gave me some delicious ideas about what to do in the future.
"Cum for me, precious. Don't hold back, either. I want to hear you scream my name," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
Molly's hips began to buck, and her moans grew louder until she stiffened, swept away in her orgasm. My name was shouted as a fresh rush of liquid coated her swollen nether lips and fingers. Molly's fingers slowed as she gasped and rode the waves of pleasure.
"Mmm, that was perfect, baby girl," I praised her.
"Th-thank you, Master," she gasped out.
"Do you remember what you two talked about?" I continued my questioning.
"Who?" Molly responded.
Her voice was soft and dreamy, letting me know that she was drifting in a sense of euphoria. The perfect time to continue to pull answers from her. She would be more forthcoming and more honest.
"You and Jean-Pierre, baby girl. What did you two discuss?" I pushed.
"He... He said that if I didn't choose him, I'd regret it," Molly answered hesitantly.
I praised her and eagerly watched as she brought herself to orgasm again. The sweet sound of my name echoed off the walls.
"What did he say would happen if you didn't?" I questioned as soon as Molly could talk.
"He-he didn't. Just that I would regret it. I don't know what he has on me, but he threatened to use it if I didn't go with him," Molly explained.
The intense pleasure in her voice didn't override the seriousness of her words. Molly was talking... but she had no connection to the words that were coming out of her mouth. For that, I was grateful. I didn't want her to focus on things that might upset her.
I wanted her to drown in pleasure.
"Alright, my little love. One last sweet climax, and we'll be done," I encouraged her.
Eagerly, as she pretty much always was when it came to her pleasure, Molly did as I asked. Within moments, she was trembling uncontrollably and completely spent on the bed. I smiled at her limp figure, wishing I was there to clean her up and hold her. I knew it was going to be hard to be away from her. But I hadn't realized it was going to be as hard as it was.
"Cover up, baby girl. Snuggle into your bed and talk to me while I get ready for bed," I encouraged her.
Aftercare was important during any play. Especially when the playing was as intense as ours tended to be. As much as I needed the rest, I needed to make sure my girl was alright.
"What have you been up to in the last week?" I asked her to get her talking.
Still sleepy, Molly began to describe the shopping trips she and her mother went on. She even commented about all the times she was left bored while her mother found whatever it was that had stolen her attention that day.
But Molly enjoyed going to dinner and the parties they had attended during the week. Though Molly was starting to worry that she was getting tired of the hustle and bustle of high society life.
"I can't wait to be home, Master," she whispered. "I have missed you so."
I smiled gently at her sweet admission. "I have missed you, my sweet little sub. I can't wait until you're in my arms again."
A sleepy smile curved Molly's beautiful lips, and I felt my heart melt when I saw it. This was a beautiful moment, I thought. Listening to her tell me about her week with that sweet, content smile on her face. She was happy and satisfied... And was slowly drifting off to sleep.
I knew at that moment that she would be okay.
"Alright, love. I'm going to let you rest. As soon as you wake up, send me a message and let me know how you're doing," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she murmured, almost asleep.
"Good girl. Now sleep, baby girl. I'll talk to you later," I ordered her softly. "Bye, baby girl."
"Bye, Master... I love you," Molly murmured.
My fingers stilled on the screen of the phone, and I couldn't have hung up if the world had ended at that moment.
I knew it had stopped. Everything had stopped with those three little words.
I stared at Molly's relaxed face with a million questions, starting with "Whaaatttt???" But a single snore had told me that I had lost my chance.
It still took me a few more snores before I finally had the piece of mind to hang up the phone. Even then, I just started at the scattered icons until the screen went blank.
There was no way I heard what I heard. I had anticipated many outcomes for Molly and me when we started this relationship. But love had not been one of them. I suddenly felt stupid because it had not even crossed my mind. The depth of the emotional bonds between a Dom and their sub was the deepest I had ever felt in a relationship. But even then, love had never quite come into play.
Did I care for them? Yes, absolutely. I had affection for all of them. But while it had been deep, it had never been close to what I would consider love. It definitely hadn't been a "happily ever after, spend the golden years together" kind of love.
My heart twisted and melted with the knowledge that Molly loved me.
"Molly... loves me... " I slowly said into my empty room.
Even saying the words out loud sounded so... miraculous that I almost dismissed it without another thought. Maybe it was my hope that made me want to be true. But even that realization startled me just as much as her initial revelation.
I WANTED Molly's love.
Suddenly, I couldn't wait to talk to her again. Enthusiastically, I hurried to bed, hoping to fall asleep as fast as I could. I turned my phone's ringer up as loud as it would go. There was no way I wanted to miss her phone call.
I had to know if she meant what she had said.