Page 92 of Her Obedience

"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against him. "I want all of you. Every part."

He enters me in one powerful thrust, filling me completely, stretching me to my limits. We both groan at the exquisite sensation—he at my tightness, me at the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed.

"Christ, you feel incredible," he breathes, stilling for a moment to let us both adjust. "So tight. So perfect."

Then he begins to move, setting a punishing rhythm that has me crying out with each thrust. His hands grip my hips, angling me to take him deeper, to feel every inch of his possession.

"Mine," he growls, one hand sliding up my spine to grip my hair. "Say it, Penelope. Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours," I gasp, the admission torn from me as pleasure builds with frightening intensity. "I'm yours, Gage. Completely."

His pace increases, driving into me with desperate need. The sound of our bodies joining fills the office, primal and raw. I can feel my climax building, coiling tight in my core.

"I need to see your face," he says suddenly, withdrawing from me despite my whimper of protest.

He lifts me again, this time positioning me to face him as he sits in his chair, pulling me down to straddle his lap. The new position lets me sink onto him slowly, taking him inch by incredible inch.

"There," he breathes, hands gripping my hips as I begin to move. "Now I can see everything. Every expression. Every moment of pleasure."

I ride him with increasing intensity, my hands braced on his shoulders as I chase the release building between us. This position gives me control, and I use it, rolling my hips in ways that have us both gasping.

"Look at me," he demands when my eyes flutter closed. "I want to see you come apart. I want to watch you choose me."

I meet his gaze, seeing the hunger there, the possessiveness, but also something deeper—vulnerability, need, the desperate desire to be wanted for himself rather than his power.

"I choose you," I whisper, leaning down to kiss him as I move faster, harder. "I choose this. I choose us."

The words shatter his control. His hands tighten on my hips, helping me move as he thrusts up into me with increasing desperation. When my orgasm hits, it's with devastating force, my inner muscles clenching around him rhythmically.

"Fuck, yes," he groans, the sensation of my climax triggering his own. "Take it all. Take everything."

He buries himself deep as he comes, filling me with his release while his mouth claims mine in a kiss that tastes of possession and promise.

Afterward, we remain connected, both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. His forehead rests against mine, and for a moment, the powerful businessman is gone, replaced by something more human, more vulnerable.

"So," I say eventually, my voice still shaky. "How does it feel to have a partner instead of property?"

His arms tighten around me. "Terrifying," he admits quietly. "And perfect."

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