Page 64 of His to Possess
I try to catch her eye but she’s staring intently at a table a few feet away. I turn in that direction to see a group of men sitting at a round table, playing poker. But instead of chips in the center of the table, there’s a woman. A completely naked woman lying with her legs spread.
“What are they doing?” Lilah whispers.
The certainty that this was a mistake grows. “They’re, um, playing for her,” I say, searching for a delicate way to describe the scene. Then again, maybe delicate is not what she needs to hear. Maybe she needs the full, unvarnished, filthy truth about what happens in places like this. Maybe if she knows, she’ll grow some sense and run far away. I ignore the sharp sting that thought inspires. “That woman is a submissive, she belongs to one of the men,” I say bluntly. “They’re playing for the chance to use her.”
Lilah’s eyes widen. “Useher?”
I shrug. “Sure. It’s what Doms do with their subs.”
I expect her to recoil at the description, at the degrading words, but her eyes merely widen further before she turns her attention to one of the raised platforms lining the room.
“And that?” she asks softly, and I follow her gaze. The man is wrapping black rope around the woman’s naked body in an intricate pattern, and they’ve attracted quite an audience. “Shibari,” I tell her, closely studying her reaction. “Japanese rope bondage. It’s a very sensual experience. When done correctly, it’s quite beautiful.”
She licks her lips, eyes locked on the scene, and something swells in my chest. Fuck doubts. Lilah is into this, turned on by this, and I’m through with questioning it.
“I happen to be an expert on Shibari,” I tell her. “Would you like to try that some time?”
She blushes furiously, but she nods. Fuck yes.
“What else?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm as my heart starts to pound. “What else do you want to try?”
She bites on her plump bottom lip, and I nearly lose it right there. It should be fucking illegal how sexy she is.
“I…I’m not sure,” she whispers, averting her eyes.
To hell with that. I might not be able to get her to open up to me about the problems she’s facing right now, but I sure as fuck am going to get her to be open with me when it comes to our sex life. I grab her wrist, pulling her across the leather surface of the bench, and she lets out a little squeal that goes straight to my dick. I pull her into my lap, caging my arms around her, and tilt my head so she has no choice but to make eye contact.
“You must have some thoughts,” I tell her. “Didn’t you say you’d been interested in this before the auction?”
“Yes, but...” She trails off when the waitress reappears at our table with our drinks, clearly uncomfortable talking about this in front of someone else. My sweet, innocent girl. So adorable. She squirms, like she isn’t sure she should be in my lap with the waitress here.
“What do you think about when you’re touching yourself?” I ask, completely ignoring Annabeth as she arranges cocktails napkins in front of us. Lilah’s face blushes nearly as dark as the leather booth. I can’t help wanting to challenge her. Hopefully we’re going to have plenty of time to explore—and push—her limits, but I brought her here to show her what this life is like. And a huge part of that is stepping outside her comfort zone.
“Spanking?” I press, as Annabeth sets down our glasses. “Whipping?”
The waitress moves to leave us, but I shake my head at her, silently asking her to stay. She gives me a naughty smile. “Is there anything else you need, Mr. Matthews?”
“Just one moment, please, Annabeth.”
She nods, standing at our side as Lilah squirms in my lap. “Answer the question, love.”
She swallows, hard, her eyes darting to the waitress, then back to me. “Spanking,” she finally whispers. “I think about being over your knee. With my hands tied.”
I grin in triumph.Well done, love,I think. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?
“A key to one of the rooms, Annabeth,” I say, not taking my eyes off Lilah. “The blue, I think, if it’s free.”
“Of course, sir,” the waitress murmurs, then scurries off.
Lilah is still blushing furiously, but she’s no longer squirming to get off my lap. “I know that was embarrassing,” I tell her. “You did very well.”
She blinks up at me. “You wanted me to say that in front of her?”
I nod. “I’m going to push you, Lilah. If you decide you’d like to explore this kind of life with me, you should be prepared for that.”
“Do you, um, have like, a, you know…”
Her nervous stammering is so cute I have to kiss the side of her neck. “Use your words, love.”
