Page 54 of Prized Possession

She gasps, her eyes rolling, and I can tell she’s nearing her orgasm. My words had just as much effect on her as her fingers rubbing at her clit. But she still has more to learn, and I’m not ready for this to be over.

As a soft moan drips from her lips, I reach down and place my fingers over hers, stopping her movement. She’s wet and warm, and it takes every bit of strength and self control that I’ve amassed over the years to not let her orgasm.

I want nothing more than to see what this beauty looks like when she falls apart, but this is a teaching moment too.

A loud groan of frustration rips from her throat as she turns to glare at me, rocking her hips as she tries to gain the little bit of friction she needs.

“Marcus, what the fuck?!” she yells, trying to pull her fingers away from the firm hold I have over them.

“Did you ask to come?” I ask slowly, calmly, the complete opposite of the way Chloe is feeling.

“What?” She shakes her head, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead as she continues to glower at me.

“You heard what I said. If you’re my slut, that means I have full control over you. I say when you come, and until I give you permission, you will not come,” I state firmly, watching as her eyes widen and she continues to shake her head, disbelieving.

“I-I can’t… I can’t stop myself,” she mutters, her eyes finally dropping to look at the floor instead of shooting daggers my way.

I can’t help the cocky smirk. “That’s because you’ve never tried. You want to be in control of your body… Well, this is where you start. No matter how much you might want to come, you have to do whatever it takes to hold back.”

“How?”

This time when her shy eyes meet mine, my stomach flips in a way it’s never done before. This fucking girl is my weakness, and I’m already breaking all of my rules for her.

“Do you want me to show you?”

She freezes for a moment, her eyes assessing me, before she finally says, “You are going to touch me?”

I hate the hope that is tinged with every word. She’s really making it difficult to stick to my stubborn fucking rules.

I shake my head, my heart racing at the way her face falls, so I quickly explain. “I meant what I said, I won’t touch you until you trust me enough, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you a little, if you want me to?”

I pointedly look down at where my fingers are already resting over hers. I know,technically, I am touching her, but it’s not in the way either of us wants, so I’m going to maintain that I’m sticking to my rules—mostly.

“Yes, please.” Her voice is so low and shy, and it’s like she has a direct fucking line to my cock, that twitches and aches painfully against my boxers.

“What’s the rule?” I ask her, as I slowly move her fingers until they’re hovering just above her clit, her breath hitching in anticipation.

I freeze there, waiting for her to reply. “I have to get permission before I come.”

“Good girl,” I say with a smirk, loving the way her body shivers beneath me from the praise. “What happens if I don’t give you permission?”

The deer-in-headlights look is back, and she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth as the intensity of the situation triggers her anxiety again. I wait, giving her time to find the words.

After a short silence, she takes a breath and finds her voice. “I have to do whatever I can to stop myself.”

“Good, and what happens if you can’t stop? What happens if you come without my permission?” I ask.

This time she looks genuinely confused, and shrugs her shoulders as she admits, “I don’t know.”

“If you come without my permission, that makes you a very bad girl, and it will add to your punishment in a big way. The only way for me to be sure you’ll follow the rules is if you’re punished for not following them. Does that sound fair?”

Her mouth flops open. “Punished, how?”

My devilish smirk grows at her expression. Although she looks apprehensive, and a little scared, there’s also excitement and intrigue glistening in her silver eyes.

Although I don’t think she wants to be punished, there’s probably a part of her that wants to know what the punishment would be, and if she’d enjoy it.

“Well, that all depends on how much you break the rules. I think for now we should concentrate on you being a good girl, so you can receive your reward, shall we?”

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