Page 12 of The Possession

It wasn’t easy for me to allow him this control, but I wanted to give Savannah this experience.

Savannah returned from her chest with a bottle for Declan. She held it out for him to take, then awaited further instruction.

I admired her curves in the dim lighting, loving the way her stilettos gave her an extra few inches of height and shaped her calves. The mask was a sexy touch, lending her a forbidden glow that just begged a man to do twisted things to her.

Declan moved to the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the ground as he studied her naturally submissive stance. Rather than accept the lube, he loosened his tie and let it fall to the floor. Then he canted his head to the side. “Hand that to Ian, then climb up here and present yourself on all fours.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, doing exactly as he requested.

I set my glass down and stood, wanting a better view of Ian preparing my pet. It wasn’t out of concern—I trusted him to do it properly—I just enjoyed this part. Particularly, the way Savannah’s lips parted as she fought the urge to cry out and moan at the same time.

Anal wasn’t her favorite.

Well, she enjoyed it to an extent. It was the preparation she tended to dislike. But she was oh-so good at hiding it.

Yet I caught the glistening in her gaze, and the slight nibble of her lower lip, both indicators of her discomfort. Her eyes flashed to mine as I inched closer, and relief shone in her depths before she returned her focus to the bed, submissive once more.

Had she thought I left her here to play alone?

I frowned at the notion.

I would never leave her at the mercy of others, even my oldest friends.

Catching her chin between my forefinger and thumb, I tilted her head back to meet her gaze once more. Then I knelt on the bed and leaned down to kiss her thoroughly. She melted into me, her gratitude palpable.

Mmm, she did think I’d left her here. Interesting. I tugged her lip between my teeth, biting down slightly in reprimand. “You screamed without permission,” I whispered against her mouth, both to remind her of the rules and to let her know that I’d seen everything.I would never leave you, I was telling her between the lines.You’re mine.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she replied, not offering me an excuse. She never did. And I adored that about her.

“I forgive you,” I told her softly, kissing her again. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. Her taste. Her little winces as Ian continued to prepare her ass. The tentative stroke of her tongue against mine.

She was fucking perfect.

And Iownedher.

Heat warmed my chest, my claim resolute.

“She’s ready,” Ian said.

I hummed in approval against her mouth.She’s always ready,I said to myself. Then I locked eyes with her. “Master Ian and Master Declan are going to fuck you now, baby,” I informed her. “You’re allowed to scream, but I expect you to make it good for them.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, shivering in anticipation.

I stepped back and met Declan’s gaze. He’d lost his shirt and belt, revealing his athletic physique—something I knew Savannah would appreciate. I gave him a nod to continue, then returned to my chair to enjoy the show.

Savannah

My body tingled in awareness.

Between Master Luka’s kiss and the fingers massaging my backside, I’d lost myself to the bliss of the moment. Everything inside meburned. I craved more. I needed to feel these men take me, dominate me,completeme.

Master Luka had returned to his chair, this time his presence a dark energy I felt caressing my senses.

“You screamed without permission.”

I shivered, those words replaying through my mind.

He’d watched everything. I should have known he was here, protecting me. Master Luka never left me alone. Ever.

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