Page 22 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

I loved her but, God—

Nothing made me more upset than being treated like I was incapable. I’d been chopping my way through the jungles of life since I was a wee embryo, for God’s sake. In fact, not only had I been responsible for myself, but also for the livelihood of Betty and Adam too. Damn. The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I shook off the frustrating thoughts, glaring down at my limp dick with disgust.

Boner-ville was now a ghost town. And I blamed Prudence, since thinking of him was what had reminded me of Violet in the first place.

“This is your fault, you know.” I accused the empty room, receiving the answer I expected, which was once again…nothing.

Fuck.

There would be no ghost-sex for me, apparently. It was funny how so recently I’d declared myself in a no-dicking-zone and yet here I was…mourning the lack of paranormal penis in my life.

I rolled onto my belly, burying my face in the pile of pillows on my bed with a frustrated groan. The sheets were worn and soft and still smelled like laundry detergent from the last time I’d washed them. Why was it so hard to do such simple shit sometimes? God knows I could use the dopamine high a good orgasm would give me. I was pretty sure my overused tear ducts were about ready to evict me from my own body. Form a union. Start a revolution.

I just needed to feel good for one fucking second.

Like always when things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to, I resorted to violence. Hopefully the bite of pain would shock my dick into waking up. Tentatively, I slipped my hand inside my boxers again, scratching a trail over the top of my thigh till gooseflesh formed in its wake. The familiar prickle of the hair on my legs against the pads of my fingers lulled me into a state of calm. Just me and my dick. We could do this. Totally.

I’d always liked how it felt when I pulled on the hair, as weird as that sounded. I was sensitive all over down there. Every twinge of pain sent a direct signal to my cock. Maybe if I teased my body enough I could get little Luca on board again?

Several frustrating, tantalizing minutes passed as I toyed with myself to no avail. When scratching didn’t work, I gave up on that and began to stroke my dick. Despite my enthusiasm, it remained stubbornly limp in my grip. I loosened my hold on it, when it became obvious my evil plan wasn’t working.

“Fuuuck,” I whined pitifully into the mattress. No matter what I did, I still couldn’t get hard. Damn it. Too bad I couldn’t just…tap into my inner Prudence and fuck myself dumb like he had the other night. How the hell had he made me feel so…present? In the moment. Without being distracted by my own mind?

Before our first time together, I honestly hadn’t known that I was so into the whole be mean to me in bed thing. Toxic was apparently the hottest thing ever. And now that I did, I should be grateful, right? That he’d shown me the light.

It was wild how much I craved being called a slut again while he choked me silly. Maybe it made me fucked in the head to crave that buuuut just thinking about a repeat really got me off. I could try to do it myself—yes! That was a good plan. Go, me!

“Jerk yourself off, you stupid slut,” I attempted, the words unnatural and stilted on their way out. Nope. Nope. Nooope. Absolutely not. I cringed. Definitely couldn’t pull off a Prudence.

Well, it was worth a shot.

That desperate, are you? Little ducky’s trying to howl.

“Oh, thank fuck.” I perked up, and my dick did too—to my relief. It twitched inside my loose hold as I exhaled the tension away, Prudence’s now familiar scratchy drawl filling my ear.

What do you want?

“Ugh. Don’t make me ask.”

Prudence was silent. Was I supposed to beg? I waited for all of fifteen seconds before my will to get off became stronger than my pride. “Please, Prudence,” I implored. “I just want…fuck.” Words. Why were words so hard? I swallowed. “I wanna feel good.”

Are you prepared for it to hurt?

“Oh God, yes.” The words escaped before I was able to filter them, my own enthusiasm surprising me as my hips flexed and precum made the inside of my boxers slick where my cock head pressed against the cotton fabric. When had I gotten hard? I’d been so distracted I hadn’t noticed. My dick throbbed in my grip and I gave it a soothing squeeze right at the base, suddenly breathless.

Man. Apparently begging really did it for me too. I was learning all sorts of new things about myself lately.

Hard limits?

“Um…none?” I squeaked, squirming a little, my balls beginning to ache as I slipped my fingers down to toy with the sensitive skin pulled taught overtop them. Jesus. Why did the act of simply talking to Prudence get me so fucking hard? There was something naughty about it. Taboo. I shouldn’t be doing this. My cock jerked and I whimpered, lips rubbing against the bedsheets. Was he watching me? Was he inside me? Could he feel how good it felt when he talked to me like that?

Safeword.

“Uhhhhh.” I chewed on my lip. I’d never had to use a safeword before. I knew what they were, obviously. Porn could be very informative that way. Not that I’d ever thought I’d do anything like the stuff I saw online. Those videos had always felt like a fantasy far removed from the world I lived in. How naive I’d been. For once, I was glad things weren’t going to plan.

I was starting to think maybe Prudence knew what I needed better than I did.

“Fruit Loops?” I offered tentatively.

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