Page 34 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Absolutely fucking ready to submit.

“Why do you think I can help with that?”

“Third question?”

Prudence’s free hand slid around my body to my hip, squeezing me tightly enough I swore it would bruise. God, I wanted that. The bruises. I wanted to wear them around like a badge of honor. Something to remind me of him the next time he disappeared.

“Wait, no.” I shook my head. Distracted as I decided to bend the rules…just a little. I couldn’t look at him—buuuut…he hadn’t said anything about touching so I tipped my head to the side far enough that I was able to brush my lips against Prudence’s cheek. Desperate to touch him, but not desperate enough to become completely disobedient.

Just a taste—a tease.

It would be so easy to peek—but I didn’t. Somehow I managed to keep my eyes firmly shut. Obedient. I didn’t want to know what Prudence would do to me if I directly disobeyed him. Part of me knew he wouldn’t go easy on me either way. Even though this was just a game. I hadn’t looked, had I? Despite the undercurrent of anticipation, I could not deny the fact that my actions made it clear that I wanted to be punished.

Pushing Prudence’s buttons was my new favorite hobby.

I kissed his cheek.

“Naughty,” Prudence murmured, the apple of his cheek jumping against my lips as he spoke. The skin was petal soft, just as chilly as his hands, and…weirdly human. The scratch of barely there stubble tickled against my lips. Deliciously prickly, as I laced another eager kiss against the scratch of his cheek, yearning for more of him. Already, this wasn’t enough.

Prudence’s nails bit into my hip punishingly. I gasped as he gave my nipple a vicious rub, soothing the touch with the pad of his thumb before he moved on to the other side, evening out the pleasure as he flicked my already aching nubs till I was a gasping, shuddery mess. I liked it rough. Apparently. The more my chest hurt the more my dick leaked.

So fucking much.

“Third question, Luca.” Oh god, my name on his lips was sin itself. If he said it enough, maybe I could forget what it meant to be anything other than Prudence’s Luca. I wouldn’t be a failure anymore, a fuck-up. Washed up, watered down, dried up.

I wanted to ask him where he went when he disappeared.

But I figured that sort of question wouldn’t get me anything more than empty words as an answer. I needed action, that was what today had taught me. Thirty job applications later and I knew what I needed more than anything was a path to follow.

“What can I do to make it so you don’t leave again?” I asked softly, surprised by how sweetly the words left my lips. I hadn’t realized I could sound like that. Docile. It was…strange.

Prudence must have been surprised too, because he stilled, his pleasure-filled torture ending for a moment as his fingers ceased their rubbing, and I felt his breath ruffle my hair. I wanted to peek at him. The desire to see his face was so bad it made my teeth ache and my body itch.

Somehow I knew if I did, he’d leave me.

So I stayed still.

“Tell me to stay,” Prudence finally murmured, his nose brushing along the shell of my ear, then my cheek, until he was able to nip sharply at the corner of my jaw. “Say it.”

“I want you to stay,” I told him softly, lashes fluttering. He was right there. Right there—all I had to do was open my eyes—

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

“Stay with me, Prudence.”

Let me look at you. Please.

“Fine.”

Apparently chatting time was over because thirty seconds later I was on my knees and elbows again, and I had Prudence’s hand down my pants. His grip was slick and cold as he played with my quads, scratching along the sensitive skin, gripping at the squishy parts on the inside of my thighs in the way he’d already deduced I liked.

I was louder than I meant to be, sobbing into the comforter as I shoved my hips back against him, desperate for anything—

He was a tease.

A complete fucking tease.

The torture of my sensitive thighs was worse than the nipples. Sometimes his forearm would brush up against the sticky crown of my cock and my hips would jerk forward searching for friction, only for him to pull back again. I swear he was doing it on purpose to fuck with me. “Prudence—” What was supposed to be a threat came out as a plea. Why wasn’t he annoyed? I felt like all I ever did was whine and beg. Maybe he…maybe he liked that?

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