Page 73 of His to Possess
“Philip, it’s not that bad.”
“Like hell it isn’t. I can see your damn nipples.”
“I just told you I’m not wearing a bra!”
“Find a turtleneck,” I demand, and she giggles, the sound lighting me up almost as much as the view of her full, creamy tits.
“What about this?” she asks, grabbing another garment from the bed. I’d bought this dress, too, and I can clearly remember her twirling in the dressing room when I demanded she show me. The neck is higher, with a flirty ruffle along the top, but it’s much tighter than the purple dress.
“That will show off your ass. Pick something else.”
She scowls now. “Why did you buy all these clothes if you weren’t going to let me wear them?”
“You can wear them when I’m with you. When I’m around to show you off and make sure no one else dares to try and touch you.”
“You are such a caveman.”
I smirk. “You like it.”
She holds out her free arm. “Well what am I supposed to wear, then?”
“Didn’t I buy you a cashmere jumper? You could wear that with the purple.”
“Jumper?” she teases. “You’re so British. We call that a cardigan around here.”
“Your sass is going to get that arse in trouble.”
“Promises, promises.” Damn, that impish little grin is killing me. It makes me want to take her over my knee. Or shove my cock into her mouth.
“The blackcardiganwith the purple dress,” I demand. “And then I can spend the rest of my afternoon imagining what it will be like to peel the cashmere off of you and have all that cleavage to myself.”
And there goes the blush again. So damn cute.
“Okay,” she says softly.
“Good girl. And since you were such a good girl, you’re going to get a reward.”
Her eyebrows go up. “Are you sure you don’t want to give me a reward yourself once you get home?”
There’s that word again. Home. Something tightens in my chest and I have to swallow hard before I can speak again. “I assure you I’ll be the one giving it to you. Take off the dress.”
She blinks a few times, but maybe she can read something in my eyes because she doesn’t argue. Another blur of fabric and then she’s standing there, naked in my house.
“Lay down on the bed,” I tell her, my trousers painfully tight. “Now hold up the phone so I can see you.”
She obeys and I’m treated to the sight of her body splayed out, those fucking tits plump and perky on her chest. Her nipples are rock hard, either because her nakedness is making her cold or because she’s turned on. I’m going to assume it’s the later.
“Let me see your pretty pussy,” I murmur, and she squeaks before opening her legs. “Lilah,” I tsk. “Where are your panties?”
“I took them off when you told me to take off my yoga pants,” she whispers. “I wanted to be bare while I talked to you.”
I growl out a curse. “Spread your legs wider. Right now. Bring the phone down to show me.”
“Philip,” she whines. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes you fucking can, and you will.”
I can see the struggle in her eye. Sticking a phone camera near her pussy probably goes against every one of her good girl instincts. The pure innocence radiating off of her makes my dick throb. I want to defile this girl. Make her every bit as dirty as I know she could be.
