Page 69 of His to Possess
“That’s not all I brought,” he says, and then a buzzing sound fills the air. Before I can wrap my mind around what that means, he presses something cold and smooth against my clit. I cry out as the vibrations hit my skin. “Philip!”
“Sir,” he barks, pulling the toy away. The buzzing stops as he steps around me, eyes cold and disapproving as he glares down. “Open your mouth.”
I comply immediately, shame filling me from the disapproval I see radiating off him. I only want to please this man.
Then he pushes the bullet vibrator into my mouth and it’s all I can do to keep from crying out around it. I wasn’t expecting that at all. There’s a slight tang to the taste of it and my cheeks go scarlet with heat when I realize I’m tasting myself.
He takes the opportunity of two free hands to double the belt over on itself, and then again, forming a loop. He snaps the leather against his palm, a loud smack echoing through the room. “You need to learn to obey me, Lilah.”
I nod, unable to speak with the toy in my mouth. He smacks the leather against his palm once more, and I can picture so clearly what that will feel like on my own skin. He slips the vibrator from my mouth and turns it on again, grinning wolfishly. “You need a good spanking before I let you feel this again.”
My heart feels like it’s going to pound straight out of my chest as he steps behind me. The only sound in the room is his soft breathing and the gentle hum of the vibrator in his hand. I have no idea what he’s waiting for but the longer he stands there, the more my anticipation builds until I don’t think I can stand it—
“Ow!” I squeal as the leather belt bites into my skin.
“Count,” he demands, unmoved by the agony in my voice. He hits me again. “Count, Lilah.”
“Two, sir.”
He laughs. “You don’t get to count the first one after the fact. That was one.” He hits me again and I gasp.
“Two, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He alternates where the belt hits me, keeping every strike on the fleshy swell of my ass. I suppose I should be grateful that he’s avoiding my thighs, but it’s hard to think of anything except the pain. Thishurts. Way worse than his hand or the hardest strikes of the crop. It hurts so much I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks, can’t stop the yelps of pain.
“You have a safe word, love,” he says, sounding out of breath and aroused. I shake my head against the cross. “I won’t be disappointed if you use it, Lilah.”
Again, I shake my head. This hurts like a bitch, but I can’t bring myself to make it stop. I don’t know if I want to please Philip or if it’s something else. All I know is that the word red won’t form on my lips.
He strikes me again, then pauses, just like he had with the crop. “Concentrate on that spot,” he murmurs, rubbing a finger over the throbbing flesh. I breathe in as deeply as I can, waiting for the warmth to replace the hurt, like it did before. Sure enough, it’s there, just past the edge of my pain. I breathe in again, trying to calm myself, and wait.
“Oh,” I finally whisper, as the sting subsides, warmth rushing to the spot as pleasure fills my body. “That feels…oh, sir.”
“Good girl,” he says, and the pride in his voice feels even better than the endorphins currently overloading my pleasure centers. “So good, love.”
That’s when he presses the vibrator to my pussy. I scream as the toy makes direct contact with my clit, coming immediately, all the sensations of the last hour crashing over me in one giant explosion of relief and pain and pleasure. “Sir!”
“One more,” he growls. “Come again for me.”
I want to tell him that there’s no way, but as he brings his lips to the side of my neck, the toy pressed firmly to my clit, I can already feel it building. “Look at me,” he demands, and I turn my head as best as I can. He captures my lips immediately, thrusting his tongue in deep, consuming me in every way possible.
“You’re mine,” he says against my mouth, pressing the vibe even harder to my clit. “Mine, Lilah.”
“Yes, sir.” The sheer pleasure I see in his eyes at my agreement is enough to send me over the edge again. I come screaming his name, the room fading from my sight as everything bursts into flashes of color and heat.
Before I’ve even come back to myself, he’s un-cuffing my wrists and ankles. I stumble once I’m free from the cross and then Philip’s hands are at my waist. I think he’s going to pull me to him, to comfort me after the onslaught of sensation I just experienced. Instead, he pushes me to my knees.
“I need your mouth on my cock,” he mutters, sounding half-crazed as he fumbles with his zipper. “Will you do that for me, love? Will you suck me off like a good girl?”
I feel drunk from the orgasms and the spanking and I can do nothing but nod as he pulls himself from his pants. And dear god, he’s big. Way bigger than I had expected, even after feeling him pressed against me so many times. He gives me no time to process, no time to wonder how on earth that will fit in any part of me, before he’s sliding his hands into my hair and pulling my face closer.
“You’re going to do this for me,” he growls, tightening his fingers in my hair. “You’re going to do this for me because I need it. And what’s your job, love?”
“To give you what you need,” I say without hesitation.
He grins, eyes dark with lust and dominance. “Good girl.”
