Page 83 of His to Possess
Luke steps back when he’s finished with the rope, and a small murmur of appreciation sweeps through the room. Rebecca’s toes no longer touch the ground. The new way she’s bound has her legs tucked up toward her chest. Her hands are still above her head, but the ropes on her shoulders and arms are taking more of the weight rather than just her wrists. I imagine that would be safer, but it also makes her look even more trapped than she was before, her bindings far more elaborate. There’s no way she’s getting free unless her Dom allows it.
Luke steps toward her and lifts her head, forcing her to make eye contact. He watches her for a long moment before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The moment is so tender, so sweet, that my heart clenches.
“He’s checking in with her,” Philip whispers in my ear. “Making sure she’s okay. That’s his job.”
“Because she doesn’t like suspension?” I ask, remembering what he’d said before about that being one of her hard limits. I still don’t quite understand that.
“Suspension is difficult for her,” he explains. “Because she had a bad experience once. But things are different with Luke. She trusts him like no one else in the world. That trust allows her to try new things with him. It allows him to help her push her limits.”
I feel that way about you,I want to tell him. There’s no one else in this world that I can imagine allowing half the things I’ve allowed Philip to do. I have no doubt that if he said he wanted to string me up in a room just like this, I would do it. I remember the sting of his belt on my ass and squirm. I’d do that again, too. I’d let him use the canes and paddles I saw in the blue room.
I’d let him have me, fully and completely.
“Watch her face during this part,” Philip murmurs, tightening his arms around me. “It will be fairly quick.” He chuckles softly, the rumble of noise causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. “Luke can never hold out very long when she’s bound for him.”
Rebecca’s Dom returns, something in his hand I can’t identify. A moment later, he raises it above his head. I try to do what Philip said and keep my attention on her face, so I don’t see what he hit her with. But I do see the moment he makes impact. I see pain and pleasure wash over her features, her eyes closing on a sigh.
“A flogger,” Philip says. “You remember what I told you in the blue room? How different implements can cause different reactions based on the force the Dom uses?” I remember the sting of his crop, how it danced across my skin, sometimes light, sometimes harsh and biting. “The flogger is good for variation. You can use it lightly on the breast and stomach, harder on the thighs and bottom.”
On stage, Luke does exactly that, varying the location and severity of the strikes. Rebecca moans in pleasure as the leather tails brush over her belly, gasps as they hit her breasts. Screams when they strike her ass, the sound of her voice competing with the loud smack of leather on her skin. I have no idea how long Luke continues. Every so often, he brings the flogger down between her legs, and she looks like she might die from the bliss of it. I’m completely captivated by her expression. It almost seems like she likes the painful strikes better than the gentle ones.
I remember what I had felt when Philip hit me with that belt, and I understand. I understand in a way I never have before. A deep sense of kinship wells within me as I watch her.I’m like that,I think to myself.I’m not the only one.
A moment later, Luke tosses the flogger roughly to the ground and grabs Rebecca’s bound thighs. He has his pants unzipped in an instant, and then he’s pushing into her, his low groan nearly as loud as her scream.
“See?” Philip says, the hunger in his voice washing over me. “I told you he never lasts long. You can see him fighting it the whole time he’s working her over, the desire to be inside her.”
I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the stage. I’ve never seen people having sex, not in real life. I guess there might have been some of that happening at the club in New York, but it had all been in the shadows, nothing like this. Nothing like the two of them standing only feet away, under the bright lights of the stage, Rebecca bound and suspended from the ceiling, helpless while her husband thrusts into her so roughly.
I’m uncomfortable and turned on and more than a little bit embarrassed. Every one of my sense is on high alert, my entire body thrumming with need and fear and desire.
“I want to be with you just like that,” Philip whispers in my ear, the longing palpable in his voice. “God damn, Lilah, I want to feel you like that. I need it.” He presses a hot kiss to the skin just below my ear and a shudder runs through my body. “Need to feel you wrapped around me, love. Need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, Philip, I want that too.”
He pulls away enough to look down at me, his eyes flashing hot and dangerous even in the dark.
“We can have that,” he says urgently, almost desperately. “We can be together like that, me and you. As soon as you’re ready Lilah, I want to give you that. Make it amazing for you. Fuck, love, I’ll make you feel so good.”
I know that he will. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that Philip will make my first time perfect. Most of the girls I know looked at losing their virginity as something to just get through, the expectation generally being that first times were awkward and not very enjoyable. But it wouldn’t be like that with Philip. He would make sure it was good for me.
And lord, do I want that. The more time I spend with him, the more difficult it is to worry about the money. My reasons for entering the auction are a lot harder to hold onto now that I have somewhere warm and safe to sleep. Now that I don’t have to worry about my stepfather’s advances or my mother’s addiction.
Now that I don’t have to see my brother every day and be reminded of the fact that he’s still stuck there, his very health at the whim of a sick bastard who wouldn’t think twice about using him to hurt me.
That thought sobers me up real quick, all the raging lust going immediately silent. I might not be able to see my brother every day, but that doesn’t change the reality of the situation. He’s still stuck in that house, whether I witness it or not, and our stepfather is punishing him for my actions.
As if reading my mind, Philip takes my hand and squeezes. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers. “You and Christopher. I won’t let anything happen to him, Lilah, I swear to god.”
I stare into his eyes in the darkened theater, the soft sounds of pleasure fading away behind us, Philip the only thing I can see, hear. Feel.
“I want to believe you so much it hurts,” I whisper.
“Do it, then,” he begs. “You can trust me.”
Something inside me seems to break away—the last remaining shred of my doubt. I do trust him, I realize. More than anyone else in my life. If he says he’s going to help us, he will.
“You don’t need the auction.” His voice is hard and tight, like the very thought of the auction is making it difficult to control himself. “You don’t need that money. Please let me take care of you.”
