Page 106 of His to Possess
I have maybe another ten seconds of control so I grit out the words. “Then say it again.”
She shifts off the bed, standing in front of me, and there’s nothing shy or uncertain about her words. “Punish me, sir. Please.”
The last chain holding my restraint crumbles away and I grab her shoulders, turning her roughly to get at her zipper. I have it undone in about two seconds then I’m spinning her again to face me. “Take that fucking dress off, right now. I’m going to fucking burn it later.”
Her eyes flash with excitement and my belly swoops. She wants this as much as I do. “Now,Lilah.”
She shimmies out of the dress, allowing it to drop to her feet. What I see in front of me has my cock jerking in my trousers—and fresh anger rising again. “That’s what you were going to wear for some stranger?” I grit out. She doesn’t have a bra on, and her panties are little more than a scrap of black lace. “You were going to give some man what’s mine?”
“No,” she whispers, heat flooding her cheeks. “I couldn’t do it, Philip. I called it off before you even got into the room.”
I’d heard that part, but it doesn’t do much to ease the fire in my belly. I reach out and grab her breast, squeezing her nipple between my fingers until she gasps. “New rule, love. I decide what you wear under your dresses from now on.”
She laughs softly, rolling her eyes. “Such a control freak.”
I have her off her feet and over my lap before she even finishes the sentence. “Yes,” I growl, running my hands over her lace-clad arse. “I am. And you’re going to give yourself to me to control. Aren’t you?”
Her voice is breathy when she answers. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I don’t give her any time to enjoy the praise. I tug the lace underwear up between her ass cheeks, revealing the rest of her perfect, rounded flesh. Flesh I need to turn red.
She gasps when my hand comes down hard on her bottom. “One,” she squeaks out, and I grin devilishly.
“No need to count this time, love. I’m going to spank you until I’m ready to stop.”
“Oh—” her voice cuts off in a squeal when I spank her again, the sound mixing so well with the smack of my palm against her skin.
“Never scare me like that again,” I demand, my next strike even harder. “Do you hear me, Lilah? Never again.”
“I won’t.”
Another smack. “You won’t what?”
“I won’t scare you again, sir.”
“You’re damn right.” I continue to rain smacks down over her ass and upper thighs, the skin turning pink under my palm. So fucking pretty. “I want to tell you that you’re never leaving me again,” I pant out, hitting her harder. “But I won’t. Staying here is your decision.” She takes in a breath to respond but I don’t let her. “But you will tell me where you’re going.” Another smack. “You will let me make sure that you’re safe. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I promise. And I don’t want to leave, Philip. Not ever again.”
The honesty in her words has relief flooding my system, finally taking the edge off that coursing anger. I pull her up to sit on my lap, the need to punish fading as another need rises up to take its place.
“Let me have you now, love.” There’s a plea in my voice but I don’t give a fuck. The great Dominant Philip Matthews, begging a woman. I’d get down on my knees if she asked me to.
“Yes,” she says. There’s a sheen of tears in her eyes from the spanking, so fucking beautiful. “Have me. However you want.”
It takes seconds to have her flat on her back on my bed, my hands already working the buttons on my shirt as I kneel next to her. “My belt, now,” I order and she brings her shaking hands up to obey. “Then my zipper. Good girl.” The sight of her delicate fingers trembling on my zipper is more than I can stand, and the last few buttons of my shirt go flying as I rip it off. I stand only long enough to let my trousers fall to the floor before I’m over her again, yanking her panties down her legs.
“Open for me,” I growl out, pressing her knees apart. I groan when I see her spread before me, her pretty little pussy dripping. “My girl liked her spanking?” I murmur, running a finger over her pink lips. She moans, hips tilting up, wanting more. “Such a greedy little thing.” I grin at her. “I’m feeling greedy, too. So you’re going to come on my tongue as many times as I tell you.”
I plant myself between her thighs, mouth going straight to her clit. She cries out as I wrap my lips around it, her entire bottom half coming off the bed. “Still,” I demand, wrapping an arm around her hips to keep her in place. “I missed this sweet cunt, Lilah. So you’re going to let me enjoy it as long as I want, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she cries out and I grin against her wet flesh. Then I proceed to do exactly what I told her, licking and sucking against her tender folds, making her writhe on the bed as she cries out, her first orgasm coming quick, drenching my tongue in more of her sweetness. I give her no time to come down, pushing her to another climax. I need her wet and ready for me, because I know she’s not leaving this bed with her virginity, not this time. She’s sobbing by the time she comes again, my name a broken cry on her lips.
I give her a second to catch her breath, pressing her thighs further apart as my cock throbs in anticipation. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir. I need you inside me.”
I close my eyes, trying to get control of myself. I don’t want to hurt her any more than I have to—at least not in this way. “You’re on the pill?” I know she is, I’ve seen the pills in her bathroom.
