Page 110 of His to Possess
So I press my lips against his, suddenly desperate to prove it to him. “I love you,” I tell him. “I don’t want to go anywhere without you, Philip. Not ever.”
His arms are around me and he’s kissing me hard before I can draw a single breath. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commands, in that bossy voice that always goes straight to my core. I comply without second thought, thrilled by my own submission. I had no idea it could feel so good to obey.
He sets me on the counter and grabs a thick white towel from the shelf. He spends a good deal of time drying me off, even as his cock obviously throbs with arousal. Part of me wants to hurry him, to get back to kissing and his arms around me, but I remember what he’d said earlier.I need you to let me take care of you.
Looking at his intent, serious face, it’s easy to see that he meant it. He doesn’t just want this—it’s something he needs on a deep level. Right along with my submission. Domination for him isn’t all about kinky sex and control. It’s about caring for me, in every way.
My patience is rewarded when he plucks me up from the counter and strides into the bedroom. My belly swoops at the easy way he handles me, like it takes no effort to move me where he wants me.
He tosses me back on the bed, eyes darkening at the way my breasts bounce as I hit the mattress. “I need inside you again,” he demands, and I nod, my throat dry as intense need pools low in my belly. His eyes meet mine and I can see the battle for control there. Something shifts in the air between us, something I’m starting to recognize now. Philip the Dominant is coming out to play. “Put your hands over your head.”
“Yes, sir.”
He goes to the closet, returning a moment later with one of his silk ties. He doesn’t say a word as he brings my wrists together and knots the silk around them. Then he lifts my joined hands over my head and ties the other end to the headboard. Once I’m secured, he sits back on his knees looking me over. “So pretty when you’re bound and helpless for me, love.” His eyes darken even more as he runs a fingertip between my breasts and down over my stomach, all the way to the top of my clit. “I’m going to need it rougher this time.”
My belly swoops, fear mixing with excitement. “However you want me, Philip.”
He grips my hip, turning me slightly so he can lay a hard slap on my ass. It still stings from my earlier spanking, and I moan at the fresh warmth. “Sir.”
I try to hide my grin behind a submissive expression, but it’s difficult. Who knew I would love these games so much? “However you want me,sir.”
He moves between my legs and excitement bubbles in me. I’m expecting him to spread my legs for him so I’m surprised when he flips me over, instead. I let out a little squeal of discomfort as my wrists twist in the tie, only making the silk tighter.
“Red or green?” he asks in a low voice. My face is against the mattress now, preventing me from seeing him, but I can feel his hot breath against my neck so I know he’s close.
“Green,” I say immediately.
“Good girl.” Then, with zero preamble, he grips my hips tight and pushes inside me. My legs are close together, my body flush against the bed, making his thrust feel impossibly tight.
“Fuck, Lilah, you feel so good like this.”
I can only gasp because he’s already moving inside me, taking me hard, his hips pounding against my ass.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “Mine to take however I like.”
“Yes, sir.”
He groans, gripping my hair and pulling, hard, making my back arch under him as I squeal. “Fucking love that sound.”
He’d said it would be rougher, and he hadn’t been exaggerating. But my body seems to come alive under his demanding use of me. Pleasure hums up and down my spine, fresh arousal coating him as he moves inside me.
“You like it like this?” he mutters into my ear. “You like being taken? Owned?”
“God, yes.”
“Good.” He pushes harder. “Fuck, it will never be enough, Lilah. I’m always going to want you this much.”
Something about those words remind me of what he’d said earlier, back in the hallway at Rendezvous, and something dark and hot swirls inside me. “Did you really mean what you said before?” I gasp out. “You would have done this in front of people at the club?”
I can feel his wicked grin against my cheek. “Honestly? The idea is fucking hot. I’ve thought so since that very first night.”
I gasp as he gives another deep thrust, hitting some deep place inside me I’d never felt before.
“Why?” I manage to pant.
He turns my head so he can meet my eyes. “Because I wanted to claim you, Lilah. I wanted every man that might ever look at you to know that you’re mine. That I was the first one inside you.” He thrusts again, somehow even harder, and I moan. “I wanted them to hear that noise—to hear you scream—and know it was because of me.”
“Jesus, Philip.”
