Chapter 71: Possession

- Molly's POV-

I was lost to Scott, my Master. He was not just the master of my body but of my mind as well. I was absolutely certain he had the upper hand because my mind was not screaming at me to make him stop. In fact, the only thing my mind demanded from me was "more, more, more."
My grip on Scott's hair tightened as I rode his hand, begging for his permission. My entire body was tight with overwhelming pleasure, pulsating with the need to explode for him. Not just for Scott but for myself as well. Every brush of my nipples against my shirt as I moved kept them stimulated and added to the building sensation.
I was trembling with need and felt desperate to reach the sweet peak I knew Scott could bring me to.
"Please, please, Master," I begged as I tried to move against his hand.
"Yes, my little one," Scott purred. "Beg your Master to let you cum."
With his free hand, Scott pushed my face into his neck and laid his lips next to my ear.
His hot breath bathed my ear as he whispered. "Cum now, sub. Cum now and cum hard."
Scott gave a finally hard pinch of my clit and sent me flying over the edge. My cry of pleasure was muffled in Scott's neck as I held on to him. Scott's fingers continued to play on me, flicking at my sensitive clit, pressing in and out of my dripping wet channel. I trembled against him as the streaks of sensations swept through me with every touch.
"Fuck," Scott groaned, pushing his fingers deeper into her. "You are always so tight and wet for me, baby girl. It's a wonder that I
can keep my hands off you sometimes."
He nipped at my neck and groaned when my inner muscles tightened around his fingers. Suddenly, Scott pulled his fingers out and pushed me back a bit. Drowsily, I looked down to watch his cock spring from his pants.
My body tensed in anticipation and excitement. Despite my recent amazing orgasm, I definitely wanted more. I need to feel Scott move inside me once more. I wanted to feel our connection again.
Scott lifted me up and helped me shift into position. My head tipped back in ecstasy, and a little moan left my lips when I felt the head of his shaft press against my channel.
"Molly," Scott rasped out to get my attention.
I pressed my eyes open and forced them to focus on his face. His eyes were burning like the hottest blue flame I had ever seen. There was a multitude of emotions swirling around in them, and every one of them threatened to take my breath away.
But one most prominent emotion was a look of possessiveness, and it only grew as he pushed his cock deeper into me.
"Who owns you, little one?" Scott growled as if he could read my mind.
"You do, Master," I whimpered.
There was almost a pleading in my voice, a plea for him to stop this slow torture and just take me. Whatever I did must have worked because he grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of the way inside me.
The sudden claim and sense of fullness had my eyes rolling back into my head. It felt so good to be taken... possessed by him. I couldn't deny that he owned me... mind, body, and soul. But those words would never come out of my mouth again. Yet, knowing that I belonged to him so completely changed how everything felt. Every sensation his hands and body provoked was deeper for me and held new meaning.
As he moved inside me, the newer, deeper sensations boiled up from what felt like my very soul. I was in awe of a pleasure I had never experienced before, not until I admitted that I was in love with Scott.
"Molly," Scott gasped out.
I could tell by the strain in his voice that he was getting close also. It was a sensual, heady sound that I direly enjoyed hearing.
"Open your eyes, baby girl," he ordered me.
I obeyed and was caught by his gaze once more.
With our eyes locked, Scott began to move harder and faster. In the tight confines of the car, Scott couldn't move properly. But that didn't make the movements any less impactful.
The pleasure sent tingles through my body. Every nerve ending buzzing with need and sweet sensations grew with every hard thrust.
My body tensed, and I could feel myself tighten around him. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. A part of me wanted this moment to last forever, but I knew it couldn't.
Even if I wanted to try, Scott was not about to allow me to have a choice. Knowing that I did not have control turned me on even more.
"Cum now, sub," Scott growled harshly.
I cried out his name and tried to keep my eyes on him as the powerful, sweet orgasm swept through me. Every place on my body tingled even after the intense pleasure waned slightly.
Still trembling, I melted into his arms and buried my face in
his neck. It took me several moments to realize that Scott had not moved an inch despite his tight hold on me. His every muscle was so stiff that he might as well have been made of marble.
Worried, I pulled away to look down at him.
"Mas-"
"Don't fucking move," he growled.
My body must have thought his warning was a dare because it moved like it had a mind of its own. Scott's hands tightened almost painfully to keep me still.
"Bu-"
"Molly!" he snapped.
"I'm trying," I promised him.
I really was trying to do as he wanted. But my inner muscles were still so sensitive from my two orgasms that I could have sworn I felt every twitch of his shaft inside me. Those little movements caused small spasms to rush through me. Those sensations were the reason why it was so hard to stay still. Even if I did, every time he jerked, I clamped down on him unintentionally.
"Molly, I'm holding on by a thread, and it would be very bad if I let go," Scott informed me.
A little devil popped up on my shoulder, and the need to push him washed over me. I loved it when Scott lost control almost as much as I loved his control over me. It was a heady notion, knowing I could make him lose control.
As an experiment, I tilted my hips slightly and watched his handsome face twisted in pleasure.
Scott cursed once more and jerked out of me. A gush of warm liquid washed over my pussy and thighs, accompanied by a few more choice curses from Scott.
I understood his worry, but I couldn't keep a saucy, victorious smile on my face. I knew he might not be too happy about what I had done, but it was nice to witness the kind of power I had over him.