Page 43 of His to Possess

“Of course I want to talk about it more. But only if you’re a good girl who goes right to bed.” I reach down and give her a gentle swat against her ass. When she squeaks softly, I know that I need to do so much more. It feels as though I don’t even have a choice in the matter.

“I want to be a good girl for you,” she whispers.

“Damn it, Lilah,” I groan, unable to stop from kissing her again, my lips punishing her for making me want her so bad. It physically hurts to pull away.

“Bed. Now.”

She nods, looking at me through half-lidded eyes. “Okay.”

Her obedience has the effect of heightening my own resolve. It’s so natural to slip into my role as always-in-control Dominant in response to her willing submission. That control is what allows me to pull away from her, to watch from the hallway while she goes into her room, to leave the door be when she shuts it. And it’s that control that allows me to walk down the hall to my own room. Alone.

But there’s nothing controlled about how I feel when I pick up my phone and open the message screen.

Me:Are you going to touch yourself tonight?

Her response is immediate.

Lilah:I already am.

Fuck. Fuckingfuck, this girl is making me insane. Leaving her room was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. With my dick doing all the thinking now, I press her contact on my phone. She answers immediately.

“Why are you calling me from down the hall?”

Her voice sounds breathy. Turned on. My dick gives an angry throb and I unzip my trousers, groaning when I pull it out. “Because if I didn’t, I was going to come back and fuck the hell out of you.”

She whimpers softly. “You still could, you know.”

I growl, fist tightening on my cock. I don’t know that I’ve ever been this sexually frustrated in my life.Control,I remind myself.Control.

“You said you’re touching yourself?” I demand.

She whimpers again. “I am.”

I release a shaky breath. “That’s so hot, love. Are you thinking about me while you touch yourself?”

“Yes. No one else.”

My hand is already moving fast along my dick and it takes practically no time to get myself close. From the way she’s panting, she’s close too. “Tell me how wet you are,” I order. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good, Philip,” she murmurs. “I feel like…I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin.

Funny, that’s exactly how I would describe this feeling. Like it’s too big to contain in my body.

“Let me hear you. Every moan, every feeling, Lilah. I want it all.”

My girl does what she’s told, her breathy moans and gasps filling my ear. I try to talk her through it, try to whisper every filthy thing running through my mind right now, but I’m not sure I’m entirely coherent. I’m too caught up in the way she sounds, the way my dick throbs under my hand as I stroke so fast, the image in my head of her little hand stroking me instead—

“Philip,” she suddenly cries, her voice high pitched, almost scared sounding. Like she’s afraid of how big this crash will be.

“Let it happen,” I pant. “Be my good girl and come for me, love.”

She does, my name a harsh cry in my ears. I try to focus on that, the sound of her pleasure, but the truth is, I’m groaning so loudly when I come it’s impossible to hear anything but the sound of her name on my own lips.

Lilah

For the first time in ages, I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face. It takes me a few seconds to remember what, exactly, has this happy, excited feeling bubbling up in my chest.

Philip. Eating dessert on the living room floor. Talking. That kiss.