Page 25 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“I like the way you make me,” I admitted.

“Tell me what you desire,” Prudence commanded. My dick twitched and a fresh drop of precum tickled down my shaft as I waited. I could practically feel how much I was dripping, how badly I desired him.

“What I desire?” I desired him to touch my dick.

“Your darkest fantasy. Something you’ve never told anyone.” Prudence’s breath tickled my skin and I shuddered, distracted as his words hit me. Immediately I knew what he was after. To humiliate me. To drive me higher than anyone ever had before. My skin was hot and tight, my chest constricting as I imagined how powerful he would feel the second I gave him what he wanted.

How did he know I liked this?

The squirming. The shame.

It made my dick so fucking hard.

“I don’t have any,” I lied, just to see what he’d do.

“Liar,” he whispered, a threat trembling beneath the simple word. My cock jumped and my fists clenched. Shit. I needed him so fucking bad. Why was I resisting, again?

Right.

I liked the chase.

I thought so, anyway. This was all so new.

“I swear, man. There’s nothing. I’m normal. Totally. No secrets. Nada. Zip.”

Prudence didn’t dignify my words with a response. He just held still, all touch ceasing as he waited, and waited, and waited—and fuck. I really was a greedy bitch. The longer I had to wait, the more I squirmed, the harder my cock got and fuck-fuck-fuck. I just wanted—

“Okay. Fine. Fine, fuck. Will you touch my dick if I tell you?” I hardly recognized my own voice. I could practically hear him rolling his eyes at me. “You have to swear not to judge me.”

Even though this was a game, very real humiliation simmered under the surface of my skin. What if he thought…shit. What if he didn’t like what I had to say? I’d never admitted it. Not even to myself. I swallowed the lump in my throat, a drop of sweat trickling down the side of my neck as I bit my lip hard and waited.

The moon had fully risen now, its light filling the room with an almost ethereal glow. It lit up the posters on the wall, the silhouette of my baseball cap tower stacked on the bed posts. My hands were nearly white where they bunched inside the sheets.

“Fine.” Prudence’s voice was a relief, even though realistically I knew if he was going to judge me, a stupid promise wasn’t going to stop him.

“Okay…” Was I really doing this? I sucked in a deep fortifying breath. I could lie. I could definitely lie. I could say what I thought he wanted me to say. Buuuut I wasn’t going to. I’d rather be humiliated and honest with him, than manipulate the fragile bond between us. I was tired of lying to people. And besides…he’d already seen me at my worst. Which was weirdly freeing. “I…uh.” Shit, even though I’d decided to tell the truth, that didn’t make this any easier.

My cheeks were so hot they could scramble eggs. Probably, anyway.

“I’ve never told anyone this.” I squirmed.

“Stop stalling,” Prudence growled, and I shuddered, my cock jerking at the threat in his words. I bit my lip again and forced myself to breathe.

Just do it.

Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

“I want…” I swallowed. “I want to do nothing.”

Silence.

More squirming.

“Explain.”

Oh good. If there was anything I was excellent at, it was rambling. “I know that sounds bad—who wants to do nothing, right? But I can’t help it. I want to lie back. I want to take it. I want to be worshiped, just because someone likes me that much. I want teeth, and tongue. I want to be licked, and sucked, choked—fucked. I want to be edged over, and over, and over again. And after I’ve come so many times I’m sex-stupid, I want to be cleaned up, tucked in, and worshiped again.”

The itching under my skin for once settled. My secret out in the open. I felt raw, nervous, relieved.

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