Page 8 of The Possession

I swallowed, my inhales and exhales uneven as I wondered what they would do next.

Every man was different. Some would take me just like this, pressing my face into the rug and fucking me from behind. Others demanded I stand, then bend over the bed to perform a similar act.

There were also those who enjoyed making me do all the work.

Straddle their thighs.

Take them deep inside me.

And ride them into oblivion.

Master Luka often requested this of me, at least for the first round. Then he’d end up taking me hard against the mattress,allowing me to feel all the power he possessed. Those were my favorite moments, the ones that had my inner walls weeping withwant. I could almost feel the dampness on my legs, my body more than ready for them to touch me.

“Stand up.” The command came from Master Declan, startling me from my inner fantasies. It was again a separation from the norm with another man dictating my moves. Yet Master Luka remained quiet, so I did as I was told.

My legs shook as I balanced on my heels, my dress still bunched up around my hips. I didn’t try to tug the fabric down, aware that the movement wouldn’t be received favorably.

The reason Master Luka liked this dress was the easy access it allowed.

Which was exactly why I wore nothing beneath.

“Fuck me, she’s beautiful,” Master Ian breathed.

I didn’t look at him, instead fixating my gaze on the ground and maintaining my submissive posture even while standing before them.

“She is,” Master Declan agreed, stepping into my personal space and walking me backward to the bed. He didn’t tell me what to do but guided me with his hands. He grasped my hips to spin me toward the mattress, then placed a palm between my shoulder blades to lead me down onto the bed.

My muscles tensed as he kicked my legs apart to situate himself between my thighs.

I was fully exposed.

All he had to do was unzip his pants and free himself. Then I would be entirely his to use.

Only, his hand remained on my back, his fingers finding the zipper at the top of my dress and drawing slowly downward to expose my skin inch by inch to his view.

The bed dipped on the other side, followed by a hand on my head, going to my braid.Master Ian.I couldn’t see him, but I knew it was him. He was less domineering than the othertwo, which he confirmed by brushing a thumb across my forehead in an almost sweet gesture. He continued that shocking caress by deftly unfastening my braid, releasing my dark strands while Master Declan finished removing my dress.

I shivered between them, one man between my thighs, the other focused on my head. Fingers kneaded my scalp as soon the last pieces of my braid sprang free. He didn’t touch my mask, just as the other hadn’t removed my shoes.

What a wanton picture I had to make between them, bent over the bed in nothing but stilettos and a scrap of black lace highlighting my eyes. I almost squirmed at the thought, wondering what Master Luka thought of my position.

I expected the activity to escalate, for the show to begin, but all Master Ian did was continue to massage my head while Master Declan licked and nipped a path down my spine.

What are they doing to me?

Savannah

This was all so new.

So different.

Master Luka adored changing the parameters, but I didn’t know how to handle these new rules.

I felt worshiped.

Adored.

Taken care of.

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