Page 61 of His to Possess
It had horrified me then, the idea of so many people watching that happen. But now? Now that I know what it feels like to sit in a room full of people and watch that intensely sensual dance happen on stage at Club Wyld? Now that I know how beautifully dominant Philip looks when he’s making me come? Now that I’m sitting here in these expensive boxed seats in my fancy designer dress, maintaining eye contact with a complete stranger while Philip does filthy things to my body—now the idea of being taken in public like that has me spiraling to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper. I think the woman can read my lips because her eyes widen and she leans forward a little.
“Good girl,” Philip growls into my ear. “Come on my hand in this room full of people. Come with that stranger’s eyes on you. Come for me, Lilah, and don’t you dare forget who makes you feel this way.”
It feels impossible not to cry out as it washes over me, but somehow, I manage. Biting my lip, trying to stay still—it actually feels more intense than it would if I was able to fully express myself. I do close my eyes, unable to keep up my focus on the woman as the world pulses white hot around me. When I finally open them, breathless and panting, she’s still watching, a gentle smirk on her face now. She winks at me, then takes the hand of the man next to her, pulling him to his feet and exiting their box in the middle of the show.
Philip chuckles in my ear. “I think that man owes us a thank you, love,” he says. “You seem to have gotten his date all hot and bothered. Do you think she’s looking for a closet to fuck him in?”
The idea of that couple fucking in a closet—because of me—has another shudder running through me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” Philip whispers in my ear, his raspy voice bringing goosebumps to my flesh. He sounds nearly as breathless as I feel, his tone awed. “Fuck, Lilah, I want to see that every day.”
Every day.
It’s just the heat of the moment,I try to tell myself, but I don’t really believe it. Philip isn’t joking around about wanting me. Everything that’s happened this week isn’t just because he feels some sense of duty to me as his sister’s friend. It’s not just proximity or convenient. Philip wants me. Could it be possible that he would want me once this week is over, too?
I try to imagine what that would be like—a life with Philip. It should be hard to picture. Philip Matthews notoriously doesn’t date. But isn’t that what we’ve been doing this week? Having meals, sightseeing in a new city, shopping together, watching movies. It’s not all that different from what you would do with a normal boyfriend—minus the contract stipulating the terms for him buying my virginity, of course.
It’s a struggle not to let out the bark of laughter lodged in my throat. This entire situation is insane. He purchased my virginity in an auction, for god’s sake. Nothing about our time together has been normal.
So why is it so easy for me to imagine a normal relationship with him? Being in his penthouse together. Traveling. Showing him all my favorite movies.
And what about the club? My breath catches at the thought. No matter what fantasies I might be entertaining, the simple fact is that Philip wouldn’t be a normal boyfriend. Because Philip is a Dominant. And there’s not anything I could do to change that.
Would I even want to? I remember what we saw together that night at Wyld, how it had affected me. Before tonight, I had never been so turned on in public as I was watching those dancers simulate domination on stage.
And then there was our kiss in the hallway back in Charlotte. The sound of his voice in my ear on the phone when I made myself come. Or this afternoon, the way he ordered me to keep my hands on the headboard, his threat that he would tie me if I disobeyed. Not to mention every commanding, bossy word he’s said to me over the past week.
I liked it. All of it. The way he can so easily dominate me. The way he takes control. I want more of it.
But I have no idea if my desires are enough for a guy like Philip. He’s been in this lifestyle for years. The sheer amount of experience he must have makes me shiver a little.
Philip notices, and wraps an arm around me. I catch the hint of a smirk on his lips—he probably thinks the shiver was a reaction to what just happened. Still, he rubs my arm absently, warming me. Taking care of me. His touch so gentle and sweet just moments after being so demanding.
In that moment, I know exactly what I need to do. I can sit and fantasize about a life with Philip all I want but there’s no way we’ll last longer than the week if I’m not sure about this one facet.
That’s why, when the curtain finally,finallygoes down and the lights come up, I have no problem answering Philip’s question about what we should do next.
“I want you to find us a club,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. “I want you to show me a place like Club Wyld.”
Philip
There’s nothing like the thrill that always comes with the anticipation of a scene. The promise of a willing girl under my hands to do with what I please. The effort that goes into planning exactly what I’m going to do to her. The challenge of trying to figure out just what she needs from me—what her limits are, how far I can push, what will bring her to release.
I live for this feeling. It’s better than any high I’ve ever known.
The second Lilah asked me to find us a club, that familiar thrill came crashing through me. I probably shouldn’t be feeling it so keenly—whatever happens tonight is going to be tame compared to some of the things I’m used to. Instead, I find the thrill is heightened. Tonight could be a shade darker than vanilla and I would still feel this excited.
Because it’s Lilah.
It was only a few short days ago that I brought her to Club Wyld against every one of my instincts. I didn’t want to bring her into my world, didn’t want to corrupt someone so sweet and innocent. But tonight, it’s like I’ve done a complete one eighty. I can’t fucking wait to get her into a club and give her a taste of what she can expect with me.
I’m done pretending I don’t want her. I want all of her. I wasn’t joking this afternoon—she’s mine now and I plan to have every inch of her, every one of her firsts. I was the first man to give her an orgasm and I’m damn sure going to be the first man to fuck her.
And tonight I’m going to be the first man to restrain and spank her.
I let out an involuntary groan as my dick throbs at the thought. “Is something wrong?” she whispers from next to me in the darkened backseat of the limo.
