Chapter 72: Marking

-Scott’s POV-

Molly's gorgeous face was so beautifully flushed from her orgasms that it was difficult to pull my eyes away. Reaching up, I brushed her hair out of her eyes. I didn't want anything to block my view of her face at such an important moment.
She looked like a goddess... A very amazing, satisfied goddess. That made me damned proud to own her and to be the reason behind that look on her face. Needing her close, I tunneled my hand through her hair and pulled her face into my neck. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in. Molly had an addictive scent every day. But right now, it was mixed with the musky scent of sex, making it irresistible.
"God, you smell so good," I whispered to her.
Molly murmured something into my neck, but I couldn't make it out. The soft, drowsiness in her voice brought a smile to my face, and my heart melted for her. I knew this woman had become vitally important to me. I didn't want to let her go or lose her, which meant I only had one real option. I needed to tell her how I felt.
I opened my mouth, ready to spill every emotion in my heart. A loud knock on the window made us jump.
I kept Molly's head pressed into my neck as I moved to roll the window down. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass Molly by having her get caught in such a compromising position. On the other side of the tinted window was a large, burly security guard with the ghost of an amused smile on his face.
"Yes, sir?" I greeted him with a smile that I hoped looked welcoming and innocent.
I knew what the guard saw was obviously anything but innocent. But I couldn't do anything about it.
"Don't wanna interrupt you. But thought I should warn you about the camera," the security guard drawled out, his smirk did not leave his face.
I looked up to find a small black dome at the top corner of the building. It was too far away to have a crystal clear view of the car, and the angle was not the best to see exactly what they had been up to. But that didn't matter. It was enough for the security guard could make an educated guess and come close.
"I apologize,'' I told the man. "We'll be on our way."
"Good," The security guard drawled out. "I would suggest next time you pick your spots more carefully."
"You're right," I agreed quickly.
"Just trying to make sure you adults aren't mistaken for a pair of wild teenagers," the security guard warned him with a wink.
The corner of my mouth twitched upward. Though the whole situation shouldn't have been humorous, Molly's quiet groan in my ear made me smile. I knew she
was mortified at having been caught. But that had always been part of the allure of
playing so publicly. The chance of getting caught had always up the heat of the situation. I knew Molly found it exciting as well.
The security guard gave another quick chuckle before he walked away. I kept Molly's face in my neck until the man was around the corner and completely out of view.
"Alright, we're in the clear now," I told her as I let her up.
Molly's gaze immediately went to the window, almost as if she didn't believe me and wanted to double-check. My breath rushed out of my lungs as Molly's knee slammed into my stomach when she scrambled off my lap and into the passenger seat.
The slight smile on my face grew wider when she covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, my God! That was so embarrassing!" Molly groaned.
"Collateral damaged, little one," I teased her.
I reached into the glove box and grabbed some tissues to clean myself up as best I could. Despite my efforts, it was obvious that my pants were ruined. There was no salvaging them without a dry cleaner close by. I shoved the tissues back into the glove box.
Molly made a strangled noise to get my attention.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes?"
"Are you gonna share with me?" she asked indignantly.
I thought long and hard about what she had asked of me. On any other day, I would have been more than happy to let her clean up...might have even helped her.
But after everything that had happened and how extremely close I had come to losing her, the idea that I had marked her so intimately pleased me to no end. There was no way I wanted her to wipe that off of her.
"No," I finally stated firmly.
Molly's jaw dropped as soon as my answer sunk in. There was shock and even a bit of agitation on her face. But the confusion on her face told me quite clearly that she didn't understand the reasoning behind my refusal. My smile turned wicked with glee. I knew I was going to have fun explaining my reasons to her.
She blinked at me several times, a further sign of her confusion. "I'm sorry... what?"
"No, I will not let you get cleaned up just yet," I told her firmly. "You can wait until we get home.''
"But... But..." Molly stuttered, seemingly trying to find a good argument back.
"There is no but's when your Master says something, Molly,'' I warned her.
Molly's mouth opened and shut a few more times, causing her to resemble a goldfish. I chuckled wickedly and started the car up to continue heading home. There was no way I could go to work with my pants looking the way they did.
"Master, please," Molly pleaded quietly. "It's not very comfortable."
I eased the car to a stop at a red light and turned to search her face.
"Are you in pain?" I asked.
Her brows furrowed. "No."
"Is the discomfort something that you can't handle?" I continued.
Molly seemed to think before answering this time. "Well... No. But I-"
"Then you will stay like this until we get home," I reiterated firmly.
Molly shifted in her seat indignantly, if such a movement could be assigned that emotion, and finally sighed in surrender.
I gave her a soft smile and then caressed her cheek before pulling those sweet, pouty lips in for a kiss. I couldn't resist her when she acted the brat. I just hoped she never found that out; otherwise, I might be in serious trouble.
"I know that you're uncomfortable. But I love the idea that I have marked you. Be a good girl and let me have my moment, okay?" I whispered against her lips.
I watched as Molly melted under my request. If there was one thing she wanted more than being a brat, it was being a good girl for me. I tucked that information away for another time. It definitely would be interesting to see which side would win out if it was a battle of wills.
"Yes, Master," Molly finally answered softly.
My smile widened in delight, and I pressed another kiss to her lips. Tasting her sweet submission might have swept me away again if it wasn't for the impatient horns that began to honk behind us. I pulled away from her tempting lips to see the light had turned green.
"Good girl," I praised Molly before finally giving in to the pressure of traffic and continuing to drive.
When my phone rang this time, I was extremely tempted to ignore it, not wanting reality to butt into this moment with my sweet, beautiful submissive.