Page 79 of His to Possess
The girls would have told me if one of them had been with him, wouldn’t they? But what if they didn’t think it was a big deal? Maybe that’s the kind of thing that’s common in their world. They did mention that Philip never sticks with one sub and he has a reputation for “training” girls.
Were any of them trained by him? The thought makes me feel sick.
“What just happened?” he asks, tilting my head back so I have to look up at him. “You went all tense.”
“Have you been with her?” I blurt out, then immediately regret it.Jesus, Lilah,I berate myself.You haven’t even slept with the man. You don’t have any claim over him.
A smile spreads across his face and, to my surprise, his eyes flash with desire. “I like you jealous, love.”
“ShouldI be jealous?”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ve never touched Rebecca. Or Harper or Emma. Their Doms are all very possessive.”
That doesn’t exactly make me feel better. Are their possessive Doms the only reason he hasn’t been with them? Does that mean he would want to be otherwise?
Chill out,I tell myself. I knew what I was getting into when we started this. Philip is way more experienced than I am. I’ll just drive myself crazy if I let myself obsess over his past.
“Speaking of which, I believe Rebecca and Luke are doing a public scene at the club tonight. That’s pretty rare—he usually likes to keep her to himself, all hidden away.”
“She mentioned it,” I say, trying not to squirm in his lap at the thought. But I must not do a very good job, because Philip notices.
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” he asks, studying my face. “To think about seeing someone you know…like that?”
“Not really,” I tell him. “I mean, it kind of feels a little weird?” I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. “But I’m also…interested.”
His eyes light up with excitement, making him look so much more boyish than usual, like a kid tempted with the promise of a fabulous present. “Yeah? You think it’s something you might like to see?”
“Rebecca said it could be good for me,” I explain. “If I’m curious about the lifestyle.”
He nods thoughtfully. “It probably would be. Those two don’t tend to get all that extreme. And they have a very close bond.”
I nod. “She said he takes good care of her. She thought seeing that…might help.”
His face goes soft as he looks down at me, something bordering on awe seeming to flash in his eyes. “It makes me so happy that you’re willing to explore this, Lilah. I’m not sure if I told you that before.”
He looks so genuinely thankful—like I’m bestowing some great favor in agreeing to go to the club—that I have to lean up and kiss him. He deepens the kiss immediately, making me feel weak in the knees.
“I’ve wanted to do that since this afternoon,” I admit once he’s let me up for air.
His eyes are no longer soft or grateful. They’re dark now, filled with desire and heat. “I’ve wanted to do a whole lot more than that,” he rasps, and the low rough sound makes all the heat in my body head straight for my center.
“Sign me up for more,” I squeak.
He gives me a wolfish grin, the heat never leaving his eyes. “Patience, love. Save it for Club Wyld.”
A thrill of nervous excitement goes through me. I know that tonight is going to be different than the first time he brought me there—different even than our visit to The Chambers in New York. Wyld is Philip’s club, his turf. I wouldn’t be surprised if he feels more at home there than anywhere else on earth. The fact that he wants to bring me there says something.
And tonight, I have a feeling that we’ll be do more—much more—than just watch.
Philip
Every one of my senses is on high alert. I thought it had been exciting to have Lilah at The Chambers in New York the other night, but it’s nothing compared to having her here with me at Club Wyld, the place where I feel so much at home.
I want her here all the time.
The thought should probably scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. And I’m done questioning it. I don’t just want her for the night or for the week. I don’t just want her until she’s ready to take the last step and let me inside her. I want her for good.
More than anything, I want to tell her that. Want to explain how off I felt all morning without her near me at work. How her request to come here lit me up. How I’ve enjoyed sitting around and watching movies with her nearly as much as I’ve enjoyed making her come. That I plan to make her come as much as humanly possible for as long as she’ll let me.
