Page 85 of His to Possess
I’m about to investigate the wardrobe Jane’s sub mentioned when another woman steps in front of me, a sneer on her face. “So you’re Lilah,” she says, eyes trailing up and down over my figure. “Hmm. I expected more.”
My eyebrows snap up at this rudeness from a complete stranger. “I might say the same about you, if I had any clue who the hell you are.”
Jane’s sub lets out a little snort from her chair and I bite back a smile. Maybe she’s not quite so docile as I thought.
The new girl narrows her eyes at me. “You’ll know me soon enough. Since your Dom requested I join the two of you tonight.”
I blink at her, the words not making any sense. “What are you talking about?”
She rolls her eyes. “Master Matthews,” she says. “He arranged for me to join you.” My reaction to her using that word about Philip is the complete opposite of how I felt when Jane’s sub said it. A jealous possessiveness rises up in me. I may not be ready to call him that, but I’ll be damned if this girl does.
“I don’t have time for whatever this is,” I say, turning away.
The girl grabs my arm, her long nails digging into the skin. “Good lord, what is he even doing with you?” she asks, tone incredulous. “You have no idea what it takes to be a submissive. Especially not to a man likehim.”
“Heather,” Jane’s sub snaps, her voice far stronger than I would have guessed. “Let her go. You know the rules.”
The girl in front of me—Heather, apparently—releases my arm, rolling her eyes. “Always such a goodie goodie, Kim,” she mutters.
“Actually,” Jane’s sub says, her voice smooth and unbothered. “I just have a decent Domme who knows how to teach respect. Something you clearly know nothing about.”
I have no idea what they’re talking about, though my appreciation for Jane’s sub is growing by the minute.
“Philip is waiting,” I mutter.
“See?” Heather points one of those blood red talons in my face. “You don’t know the first thing about this life. Did you seriously just call your Dom by his first name? To another submissive? He should beat your ass black and blue for that.”
My veins chill with that image. Philip wouldn’t do that to me. Would he?
“He’s not my Dom,” I say through clenched teeth, hating that I’m allowing this witch to get to me. “We’re just starting out. He’s helping me to…explore.”
She scoffs. “And what are you helping him with?” she asks. “Whatever you’re doing, it certainly isn’t taking care of his needs.” She smiles. “Or else he wouldn’t have requested me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snap, close to yelling. I never should have left Philip’s side. I should have insisted on staying with him.
But isn’t that exactly what this girl is accusing me of? Not knowing my place as a sub?
Her smile grows as she leans closer to me. “He asked me to join the two of you tonight. Upstairs in his private room.”
It’s my turn to scoff. “No, he didn’t.”
Her eyebrow goes up. “His exact words, I believe, were ‘she doesn’t let me fuck her, so I need a pussy to use after I spank her.’”
Everything seems to freeze—the air around us, my heart, even the blood in my veins. Philip wouldn’t say that. He wouldn’t do this.
“I don’t believe you.”
She rolls her eyes. “How would I know that you aren’t putting out if he hadn’t told me?”
Could she know? Rebecca, Harper, and Emma made it seem like my virginity was an open secret amongst the community. Or at least my virginity the night of the auction. I’ve been staying with him for nearly a week now. How could anyone know whether we’d slept together during that time?
This sneering woman in front of me seems to know.
“He was hoping to convince you to give it up tonight,” she continues and I can’t help but remember the pleading tone in his voice when he told me I could trust him, that he would take care of me after we had sex. “He said I would be his insurance policy.”
Her eyes scan me again, her expression clearly unimpressed. “I bet he’ll use me even if you do spread your legs. I can’t imagine you could possibly satisfy him.”
Don’t cry,I tell myself.Don’t you dare cry.I have no idea who this girl is, or what the hell her problem is, but I refuse to let her get to me. IknowPhilip.
