Page 72 of His to Possess
“I’m not sure,” she says, and I hear rustling noises, like she’s looking through clothes. “Harper said somewhere casual.”
“Are you getting dressed, love?” I ask.
“Mmm hmm,” she sounds distracted, clearly focusing on her task.
We’ll see about that.
“Hang up the phone and video call me.”
“What?”
I enunciate every word clearly, the demand bleeding through my voice. “Hang up the phone. Then video call me.”
“Why?”
“Do I need a reason?” I ask. “Didn’t we just discuss this? Didn’t I just tell you that I like your obedience and respect?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, and my dick twitches.
“Then do what I say, Lilah. Right now.”
She doesn’t respond, but a moment later the video chat app trills and I bring my phone away from my ear to answer the call, Lilah’s face appearing on the screen.
I drink in the sight of my girl. Her cheeks are a little pink, her eyes bright. She looks shy and excited at the same time and my cock is getting harder by the second. “Good girl,” I murmur, loving the way her eyes dilate at the praise. I’m pretty sure I could get Lilah Cartwright to do whatever I want if I just call her my good girl. I will definitely be testing out that theory soon.
“I’d like to help you pick out your clothes,” I say. “Show me what you’re considering.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “You want to pick out my clothes? Why?”
“Because I want to make sure you’re not showing off too much of what’s mine.”
I expect her to argue about that. I hadn’t been joking about liking her independence and fire. Instead her cheeks pink even more, a decidedly pleased look coming to her eyes.So she likes that,I think, grinning into the phone.She likes to be mine.
“I was thinking the Diane von Furstenberg,” she says softly, shifting the phone to show me a plum colored dress laid out on the bed. “You bought this in New York.”
“Mmm. I remember how nice the color was against your skin.” Then I frown. “But I seem to remember that dress showing off some cleavage. You better show me.”
“Show you?” she squeaks.
“Try it on for me.”
“Um, okay.” She sounds a little uncertain, and she moves to set the phone down.
“No,” I bark. “Keep the camera pointed at you, love.”
“This is going to be hard to do one-handed,” she grumbles, but begins to pull her tank top over her head.
“Be a good girl and you’ll get a reward,” I promise. Then I groan as her bare collarbones appear on the screen. “No bra, Lilah?”
She shrugs, cheeks flaming red. “I was just hanging out at home.”
At home. Fuck, I love that she’s referring to my penthouse as home.
“We’ll come back to that,” I tell her. “Put the dress on. Let me see.”
There’s a blur on my screen as she pulls the fabric over her head. A moment later her face reappears, hair even more of a gorgeous mess now. “Show me.”
She tilts the phone down to show me her dress. Sure enough, I get an eyeful of cleavage. “Absolutely not,” I bark.
