Chapter 70: Scott's Claim

-Scott's POV-

I knew what I was doing was wrong. Too much was going on between Molly and me for me to allow this to happen. But I couldn't have stopped myself even if I had tried.
Yes, I was angry and frustrated by Molly. But the overall emotion that was driving me was a desperation, a need to reinforce my claim on Molly. She was mine, through and through, and SHE needed to remember that.
"Scott," Molly gasped.
I locked eyes with her, taking in every detail as if it would be the last time. I saw her fear, but I also saw the passion building. She was pressed tightly against my stiff cock, and even through our clothes, I could feel the heat of her pussy. God, I wanted to feel it wrapped around me again. She always felt so good, so amazing, so fucking perfect that it blew my mind she was real.
God, I shouldn't be doing this here, in public. But having Molly’s sweet, sexy body straddling my lap played havoc on my control. I needed her... now. I buried my fingers in her hair and brought her lips to mine. I knew her mouth well, how she liked to be kissed, and how easily it would turn her on.
And, by god, I used that.
I nudged her lips with my tongue, telling her silently to open to me. Molly resisted at first, but she quickly melted into my chest and opened herself to me. I groaned in approval and deepened our kiss, letting it tell Molly exactly how I felt and how badly I needed her.
Molly pressed against me, and I would have cheered in victory if I hadn't been busy. Molly was submitting to me, even though I knew she was angry and hurt. This told me that she felt the same undeniable pull that I did.
And gave me hope.
Knowing I had her, I let go of her hair and grabbed the hem of her shirt. I pulled it out from her slacks, desperate for the feel of her skin. Molly whimpered softly into my mouth when I cupped her breasts through her silky bra.
I pulled away to watch the pleasure wash over her face. Her eyes were closed, and those pouty lips were parted slightly, letting every sexy sound out as I caressed her. The bra was silky and soft but not as wonderful as her bare skin.
Using one hand, I flipped open the front clasp letting her gorgeous breasts spill into my hands. I cursed the clothes between us for hiding her body from me. I loved how her body flushed with desire. Her deliciously pink nipples darkened with passion like delicate ripening berries ready to be picked and eaten.
That was exactly what I wanted to do, even though I knew I couldn't undress her as much as I desired. Either way, there was something much more important that I needed... I was sure we both needed it.
"Molly," I called her name firmly to get her attention.
As her eyes slowly opened, I felt another rush of victory at the sight of her submission. She was a goddess at that moment; straddling my lap, her hair mussed from my hands, her lips swollen from my kiss, this was a goddess... MY goddess.
"Yes, Master?” Molly asked breathlessly.
Her sexy voice brought me out of my thoughts and reminded me of what I had intended to do. I gave her a soft smile as I pinched her nipples, slowly increasing the pressure until Molly gave a low whimper.
"Do you like that, baby girl?" I purred to her.
"Yes, Master," she replied promptly.
God... Molly was amazing, and the best part about it was that she didn't even have to try. She was naturally submissive. Inherently, instinctively in tune with her Master’s desire. She made it impossible not to want to possess her, possess every bit that makes Molly the remarkable woman that she was.
She was MINE, and I was going to remind her of that.
"Who owns this body?" I whispered to her.
Her eyes widened, obviously taken aback by what I asked. "Wh- what, Master?"
"Who... owns... this body?" I asked again.
She looked confused as if she wasn't sure what answer I wanted to hear. I just waited, keeping eye contact with her. I believed in her and knew she would give me what I wanted.
"Who... owns my body?" Molly repeated back to me.
"Yes, baby girl," I replied in a steady tone.
I could see her working it out, and it was amazing to watch.
"You..." Molly answered, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty. "You own my body."
I stayed silent and watched Molly tremble while she anxiously waited for my response. I loved making her fidget. It was only when her worry started to overtake her desire that I finally gave in.
"Yes, little one," I replied with a smile of approval. "I own your body."
I felt her melt into my hands at my declaration. She loved hearing that from me and loved everything that came with it.
Another victory! I thought joyfully. She wanted me to claim her as mine as much as I could.
That was exactly what I wanted to do.
I leaned in and brushed my lips over Molly's neck, feeling her body shiver under my mouth.
"Mine," I whispered.
Molly shivered again, and I couldn't hold back any longer. She moaned and tilted her head to the side as I nipped at the supple skin of her neck. Molly wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her fingers into my hair, holding me to her neck.
Normally, I would have admonished Molly for moving without permission. But it felt so good having her nails bite into my scalp as my nibbling turned her on even more.
Her hips began to jerk against me and I knew she was getting more and more needy for her pleasure. Unfortunately, it was also chipping away at my control. I growled and grabbed her hips to try to stop her before she began to crack my control.
"Please! Please, Master!" Molly begged me as she tried to wiggle closer.
"Not yet," I growled.
I reached between us and pulled her skirt out of the way. My fingers found the scrap of material that was her underwear. I knew I could have just pushed them aside, and it would work. But I didn't want to make it work; I wanted her to melt into a puddle for me.
I sunk my teeth into her neck while I quickly ripped the thin panties apart. Even though the contact with the flimsy fabric was brief, I easily felt how soaked they were. I wished I could see what color they were. But I quickly lost interest as I felt the heat coming from her pussy, and I couldn't wait to delve into it.
"Whose pussy is this?" I asked her as I caressed those sensitive lips.
Molly's breath hitched slightly before she answered. "Yours, Master."
"That's a good girl. Do you want your reward?" I purred.
"Yes, please!" Molly begged me so prettily.
I smiled into her neck and nipped her ear as I slowly pressed my finger between those silky nether lips to find her clit. That sweet little button was poking out of its hood, pleading for my attention. She would get my attention and the reward that she rightfully deserved. Especially after she accepted my claim of her.
Oh, yes, Molly was mine.