Chapter 89: Reclaiming Molly

-Molly-

I watched Becca head to her door, wanting to go with her. But she had steadfastly refused any more of our help for the night.
“We shouldn’t leave her alone,” I stated as Scott began to pull away.
“She’s going to be fine, Molly. She wanted to be alone for the night. If I know you first thing tomorrow morning, we’ll head over to check on her,” Scott replied with a smile.
I couldn’t help but smile back because he was right. All that mattered tonight was that Becca was home safe and away from that jackass. Tomorrow she would be my first priority, but I didn’t have to worry about her anymore tonight.
With the concern for Becca out of my mind for the moment, my thoughts returned to what Scott had said.
He loved me.
He needed me in his life and wanted me back.
I did not think this day would ever come. I had hoped… especially after how he had cared for me the last few days while I’d had that weird sickness. I had hoped it was a sign that he truly cared for me, maybe even more than just a submissive.
But a part of me had never allowed myself to believe that Scott could ever actually love me. That little voice was still present, telling me he was just messing with me because he was lonely.
My stomach twisted painfully at the idea that we would get home and Scott would tell me that this had all been a mistake. He had just gotten caught up in the moment and didn’t really love me.
I didn’t know if I could survive something like that, not after hearing those sweet words coming out of Scott’s mouth.
The car slowed, bringing me out of my thoughts. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to get them back into focus, noticing that Scott had pulled up in front of his house. With my doubts now echoing in my head, I felt frozen in my seat, unsure of what to do. The silence in the car stretched until it was becoming awkward, and I knew I had to say something. I just didn’t know WHAT to say and was afraid that if I began to speak, Scott would tell me good night, and that would be the end.
The silence might have been uncomfortable. But in the silence, there was at least the dream that Scott actually loved me.
But I couldn’t live in the delusion. I told myself as I took a deep breath and gathered my courage to finally break the tension. Slowly, I turned to face Scott, telling myself I was ready for anything. However, I was not ready for him to be already watching me with an intensity that I felt in my soul.
“You alright, baby girl?” he asked softly as he reached across and caressed my cheek.
“I-I…” I stuttered, unable to put words to the fear inside of me. “Nothing.”
I had chickened out completely and couldn’t bring myself to admit what I was thinking. If I heard the words out loud, they would become real, and I would be shattered.
“Look at me, Molly,” Scott ordered gently.
I raised my eyes slowly, not realizing I had looked away until he pointed it out. With my mind clouded in doubt and confusion, it made it difficult to look him in the eyes. I didn’t want him to know what was going on; too afraid he would confirm my worst fears.
“I asked you a question, Molly. I expect an honest answer. I can tell by your eyes that you are not okay, and as your Dom, I need to know what is going on so I can help or fix it,” Scott informed me.
“Are you?” I asked softly, hating the uncertainty in my voice.
His brows furrowed in confusion. “Am I what?”
“My Dom.”
Scott searched my eyes for a moment then his hand moved to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to him. His delicious lips grew closer and closer until they were just a breath away.
“At the very least, my love,” he whispered before slanting his lips over mine and burning the doubt away.
Throwing caution and worry to the wind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting him taste my love on my lips as our tongues danced together. Lost in the kiss, nothing else mattered to me. The whole world dimmed until it was centered on the feel of Scott’s lips on mine and how our tongues rubbed, teased, and tasted each other.
Scott pulled away and rubbed his finger along my lower lip. "You test me, my beautiful little sub. I had intended on waiting to take you inside. But your sexy mouth always tempts me beyond reason."
I couldn't help smiling at him and nipping at his finger. A low rumble moved up from his chest, and I could almost see his eyes glow with hunger.
"You're playing with fire, young lady," he growled.
The husky rumble sent goosebumps spreading over my skin. But Scott's words sparked a wave of mischievousness in me. I knew he meant it as a warning, but I couldn't help but see it as a challenge.
I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his gently. "What's wrong, Master? Can't handle a little heat?"
Scott snickered and then pulled me onto his lap so suddenly that I squealed and wiggled on his lap.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, giggling.
He lifted me up and made me straddle him once more. "What's wrong, baby girl? Can't handle the heat?"
My surprised giggle was stolen by his lips again. He pushed his hand into my hair and pulled my head to the side to latch our lips together. His other hand slid down my body and pressed between us, slowly rubbing my pussy through the satin fabric of my panties.
I gasped into his mouth as my hips tried to rock forward for more, but I was caught between Scott and the steering wheel and could barely move. I didn't know if Scott planned it this way or if it was just a stroke of luck. But I was inadvertently immobilized by where I sat.
Unable to rush him, I gripped his shoulders and tried to pull away enough to beg him for more. But Scott refused to let my lips go as he continued to rub me through my underwear.
I was so sensitive that he might as well have been touching my clit. Whimpering helplessly, I grabbed Scott's shirt collar and held on to him as tightly as I could. Finally, Scott let go of my lips, allowing me to catch my breath. Only for him to steal it again as his hand moved faster on me.
"Fuck, baby girl, I've wanted to do this all night," Scott groaned. "Your panties are soaked.''
He pushed a finger between my netherlips and easily found my engorged, sensitive clit. The silky feel of my thong coated with my juices gave each stroke of his finger a new sensation that drove me crazy. I was getting close, so close, and I could tell Scott knew it as well.
"Master! Oh, god! Master, please!" I cried. "Please, may I cum?"
Scott growled in approval and pulled my hair until I opened my eyes. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't close them. I want to see your pleasure as I make you cum."
I held his gaze as best I could as his finger moved faster, hurtling me toward a powerful orgasm that threatened to melt me with its fire.
"Cum, baby girl," Scott demanded. "Cum, now!"
His husky demand sent me over the edge, and I shattered in his arms, his name a plea on my lips. My body jerked and trembled against him as the pleasure rushed through me in sweet waves of sensations. Scott's finger slowed but didn't stop until the last spasm had tapered off, and I sagged against him.
"That was beautiful, Molly," he whispered in my ear. "You did so well."
"Thank you, Master,'' I whispered back, nuzzling his neck.
Scott pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You have ten minutes to collect yourself, baby girl. Then I'm taking you to bed. I'm not done with you yet."