Page 48 of His to Possess
His hand wraps around the back of my neck before I can even take a breath, fingers curling gently into my skin. He stares down at me, his gaze hot and hungry. “I’m not usually into parental figure kink but sure, we can play Daddy games if you want to.”
I smack his hand away, face flaming. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
He smirks at me. “I’m not a kink shamer, Lilah. I’d be more than happy to help you explore anything you might be interested in.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Or we could play boss and secretary. Does that sound better?”
“You’re an asshole.”
His hand is back at my neck again and he leans in, towering over me, the hard features of his face filling my vision. “Iaman asshole, love. You should get used to that right now. I’m not some romantic prince, so if that’s what you want, you should say so.”
“I don’t want—”
But he’s not finished. “Don’t forget where we were last night. I’m a Dominant, Lilah. Not just sometimes. Not just for fun. Ineedit. I need to tie naughty girls like you up and spank them before I fuck them. I have no interest in sweet or soft.”
I open my mouth to answer before shutting it again, having no idea how to respond. His words, his tone, even his expression, scare me. My heart is thundering in my chest now, my mouth dry. I have to shove my hands under my thighs to keep them from trembling.
But there’s no denying the fact that despite my fear, my panties are still completely soaked. My center is throbbing and I feel desperate to move, to shift, to cause some kind of friction between my legs.
It’s the first time he’s explicitly referred to himself as a Dominant—not that I’m at all surprised. I assumed this about him even before we met at Rendezvous the other night. I can still remember, with perfect clarity, the day Veronica came bouncing into my room, laughing her head off because she’d overheard her father and older brother talking about Club Wyld. She’d thought it was hilarious—and slightly horrifying, of course—but my reaction couldn’t have been more different.
I was intrigued.
“Are you afraid of me, love?” Philip murmurs, reaching out to trace a gentle caress down my cheek. But his expression doesn’t soften in the slightest. His eyes remain every bit as dark, every bit as threatening. “I know this is all new to you.”
I can’t possibly tell him the truth—that I started researching BDSM the exact same day Veronica told me about his Club Wyld membership. That one of my very first masturbation fantasies involved him tying my wrists before ravishing my mouth. I’d always been a little ashamed of those thoughts—nice girls weren’t supposed to like that stuff, right? Veronica certainly didn’t. It was bad enough that I was constantly fantasizing about her much older, totally out of my league brother. But to add that layer of depravity to my imaginings certainly meant there was something wrong with me.
Or so I thought.
He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Last night,” he says, voice rough as gravel. “You said you wanted a man to take control. Did you mean that?”
“Yes.”
“You weren’t just saying it because you thought it was what I wanted?”
I pause, giving that thought. My interest in that kind of thing does feel connected to him. I’ll never know if I would have had the same curiosity if it wasn’t for my school girl crush. The few boyfriends I had in high school and my first year of college were just like I told him—inexperienced. Boys. I never would have thought to explore these thoughts with any of them.
And then everything in my life went to shit. It was hard to even think about men and desire when my world was such a mess. Even when I decided to enter the auction, I didn’t give the act itself much thought. All I knew was that sleeping with a stranger once sounded a lot better than living at my stepfather’s house. Especially if it got me enough money to be free of him forever.
“What’s going on in that head, love?” Philip murmurs.
“I don’t know,” I answer him honestly. “I don’t know how much of my…interest in that lifestyle has to do with you.” I force myself to look at him head on. “I can tell you that it’s something I thought about long before I stepped on that auction stage and long before I came to stay with you.”
He studies me for a moment and I have no idea what he might be thinking. I’m just about to ask when his phone buzzes loudly on the table. He curses under his breath and grabs it, the moment broken. “We really do have to go.”
I remain seated, tempted to cross my arms but knowing it will only make me look bratty. “I haven’t agreed to come with you. Sitting in your office and watching you work doesn’t sound fun.”
He grabs the arms of my chair, pushing into my space. “I said you’re coming,” he insists, firm and controlled. “You think you might be interested in this lifestyle? Here’s your first lesson—do what I tell you.”
I scoff, but I can’t deny the tingle I feel in my clit when he uses that tone. “That’s just for the bedroom.”
He shakes his head and I get the feeling he’s trying not to laugh. “No, it’s not. If you want me to touch you again, you’re going to start practicing now.”
“But—”
“I take this very seriously,” he murmurs, voice like velvet now as he leans in close. “And I’m a very good teacher.”
I squirm in my seat—I can’t help it. How does he have me so turned on with just a few words? He isn’t even touching me. Of course Philip notices, and he grins, knowing exactly why I’m searching for relief. “You promised to be my good girl,” he reminds me, and that’s my undoing. I don’t know why I like the sound of being his good girl so much, but I do. It’s like he’s unlocked a part of me that I never even knew existed, a part of me that will only be satisfied if I please him.
“Okay,” I say, nodding. If Philip wants me in his office, that’s where I’ll be. If my obedience is what it will take to hear more of that electrifying praise, then it’s what he’ll get.
