Page 29 of His to Possess
Swallowing my nervousness, I obeyed, opening myself to him completely. My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I felt the cool air caress my most intimate places. I was aware of my vulnerability, my body laid bare for his eyes alone.
“Now, touch yourself.”
The command startled me, and I couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped my lips. “Wh-what?” I stammered. Once again, I prayed I had misheard him somehow, but the darkness in his eyes proved otherwise.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and he leaned forward in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “You heard me, Laurel. Touch yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone.”
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. “I… I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” he purred, his eyes darkening with arousal. “There’s a world of difference.”
“I’ve… never done something like that before. In front of anyone,” I quickly blurted. It more than likely ruined any appeal of the moment, but panic captured me quicker than I could have anticipated, making my head swirl.
Rex tilted his head to the side, his expression unreadable. It only made me burn more. “I won’t repeat myself.”
My eyes widened at his words. The contract was clear, I had agreed to obey his desires when I signed it. Slowly, my hands began to explore my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over sensitive nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. If only I kept my eyes closed, then, perhaps, I could pretend that he wasn’t there, watching me so closely.
“Look at me,” he ordered, snapping me out of my fantasy.
Obediently, my eyes fluttered open, meeting his steely gaze. His eyes bored into mine, holding me captive, even as my fingers continued their exploration. I slipped my hands down my body, gliding over my curves, feeling the flush of desire that coated my skin.
“That’s it. Show me what you like.”
I let my fingers trail down my stomach, my breath catching as I neared my sex. My fingers hovered over my slick folds, teasing, but not quite touching. My lips parted at the movement. Teasing was, perhaps, one of my favorite ways to be touched, not that many men were skilled at it.
“Don’t tease. Touch yourself. Show me how you like to be touched.”
I let my fingers find my clit. I rubbed myself gently at first, circling my fingertip over the sensitive bud. Pleasure trickled, consuming me whole. Now, my focus was no longer on the man in front of me, but the sensation that roamed through my body. A soft keening escaped my throat as I began to move my hips in time with my touch.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick with his own arousal, but his expression as cold as ice. “Let me see you take yourself to the edge.”
My eyes drifted closed as I gave in to the pleasure, my fingers moving faster, my breath coming in harsh pants. I kept my thumb on my clit, while my two other fingers continued to pump in and out of me. My other hand rested on my breast, pinching my nipple to provide the slightest dash of pain. Exactly what I needed. I could feel the coil of tension building within me, tightening deliciously as I drew closer to release.
“Keep going,” he urged, his voice a husky rasp. Rex shifted in his seat a little bit, adjusting himself. Even through all my haze, I didn’t miss the bulge in his pants. “Let me watch you come undone.”
His words pushed me further, and I circled my fingers faster, my hips moving erratically as I sought my release. There was no longer anything slow or teasing about the way I moved. Instead, I guided myself to that blissful height that I so desperately needed.
“That’s it, Laurel. Let go.”
His command was the final push I needed, and I cried out as my orgasm washed over me. My body shook with the force of it, my fingers continuing to move as I rode out the waves of pleasure. Oxygen refused to supply my lungs as I gasped for air, every muscle in my body trembling as I tried to wind down. Or so I told myself, because my fingers kept sliding in and out of me for just a few moments too long.
It felt good. Better than any orgasm I had ever given to myself. Could it have been because of Rex and his voice that guided me through it all? When I finally came back to myself, I opened my eyes to find him still watching me.
I felt boneless after my release, yet, I couldn’t stop myself from observing him, still sitting there, calm and collected, as if he hadn’t just pushed me to climax with his words. His eyes smoldered, and I felt as if he could see right through me, as if he knew the effect he had on me.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he uncrossed his long legs and ordered me closer with a crook of his finger. My heart fluttered in my chest, and my body responded instinctively, my feet carrying me towards him.
He was still seated, his broad shoulders filling the chair, and his hands rested on the armrests, confident and in control. That familiar spark of defiance ignited within me, but the heat of my desire quickly doused it. I stood before him, my legs slightly unsteady in my heels. I forced myself to remain still, to project an air of calm even though my heart was pounding in my chest. My arousal dripped down my inner thigh, reminding me of what I had just done—for him.
“Kneel,” he commanded, his eyes glittering with a dangerous mix of power and desire.
For a moment, I hesitated. But the heat in his eyes left me with no doubt that he was serious. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees, my gaze fixed on him as I did.
“That’s it. Now, undo my pants.”
My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the button of his dress pants. I worked slowly, deliberately, savoring the anticipation. First, the belt and the button, then the zip, all the while aware of his eyes on me, burning paths. There was something so humiliating about the way he ordered me around and had me kneel for him, yet, at the same time, it was also so… liberating.
I grazed my knuckles against the hard length of him as I pulled his pants and boxers away, freeing him. He was thick and heavy, and my mouth watered at the sight.
