Page 48 of Prized Possession

“I won’t cave because you’ve begged me, and I won’t give in, no matter how much I might fucking want to. The only way I’ll touch you is if you’ve told me everything.

“This isn’t me sexually blackmailing you into telling me your secrets, it’s for your own safety. I want you to tell me, but I also want it to be your choice. Do you understand?”

She lets out a harsh laugh, looking at me in disbelief. “You think that you’re going to be able to drive me so crazy, I’ll want to tell you all my secrets, just so you’ll fuck me?”

I casually shrug my shoulders as I give her a nod. “Yes, and I won’t have you accusing me of blackmailing you.”

“You do realise that no guy has ever properly given me an orgasm. The fact you think you can make me lose my head, without even touching me, says a lotabout you. I knew you were cocky and egotistical, but this is next level.” She laughs, and I roll my eyes.

“Call me whatever you like, but you’ll see for yourself soon enough. I just want to make sure, for the record, that you know my intention is not to force you to tell me anything,” I repeat, wanting to make sure she’s very clear on this.

Although she doesn’t appear to be taking what I have to say seriously, she nods her head. “Fine, I agree that if I do, by some miracle, decide to tell you all of my secrets, it will be because I want you to know them, not because I want you so badly I feel like I have to spill my guts.”

Even though her tone becomes more sarcastic as the statement goes on, I’ll take it. She may not believe it’s possible right now, but I plan to show her just how truthful I am. I’m going to make her fall to her knees, begging for me to finally touch her.

Silence swirls around us, both waiting to see which of us is going to break the tension first. I’m enjoying the way Chloe is trying not to squirm far too much, and I’m heavily regretting my decision not to touch her. There’s nothing I want more.

Why the fuck am I trying to be the good guy when we both know I’m very fucking bad for her?

I take a step away from her, hating the way my body seems to drop in temperature just from not having her warmth near me, but I need the space to keep my head clear.

Turning quickly on my heel, I abandon the dinner dishes and our unfinished wine glasses, and walk into the living room. I drop down into the big arm chair opposite the sofa, taking a deep breath as I do.

I want to turn back, to make sure she’s following me, but I don’t want her to feel like I’m forcing her into anything. This has to be one hundred percent her choice, so I prick my ears up, listening for any movement. When I hear the soft pads of her feet following behind me, I have to fight back my smile.

Once she joins me in the living room, she stands in between my chair and the sofa, her eyes flicking nervously around the room as she tries to decide where to sit. After a second, with a huff, she drops onto the sofa opposite me. Her eyes fall to the floor, but mine remain fixed on her, watching the way she shuffles around, trying to get comfortable.

I clear my throat to grab her attention, and once her gaze is locked on me, I lean forward slightly, opening my legs wider to appear more laid back. “So, tell me, after the other night, did you think about me?”

Her eyes widen again, and the side of my lip twitches as my smirk grows. As her cheeks redden further, she looks like she’s not sure what to say.

I love the way she squirms, feeling uncomfortable with my blunt approach, and so I push things further.

“You remember, when I took my big, hard cock out and wanked myself while you watched. You were hypnotised watching me pump my hard shaft, not taking your eyes off me as I blew my load at just the thought of your sexy body. You do remember that, don’t you?” I ask sarcastically, my voice deepening with each dirty word.

Her throat bobs as she swallows air, her head tilting just the slightest, like she’s ashamed to admit she remembers. “Yes,” she whispers, barely audible, but it rings loud in my head.

“What I want to know is what you did after I left. Did you think about me? Did you picture my dick as you put your fingers on your dripping pussy?”

“I-I… I didn’t—” Before she can finish whatever lie was about to tumble from her lips, I cut her off.

“How wet was your pretty pink pussy after watching me? Were you dripping into your knickers? Don’t lie to me, Mio,” I state firmly, loving the way her nostrils flare and her eyes darken as lust takes over.

As she shuffles on the seat, she tries to be discreet about it, making it look like she’s simply trying to get comfortable, but I don’t miss the way she grinds her thighs together, like she’s trying to alleviate an ache that I’m desperate to help her with.

Her eyes drop to the floor so she doesn’t have to look at me, but she finds her voice after a short pause. “I was so wet.”

My dick twitches at the desperation in her voice, and I ache as my hard length presses against the confines of my trousers, trying to break free.

“Did you touch yourself? Was your wet cunt aching so much that you just had to use your fingers to take away the pressure?”

I watch as her breathing increases, until she looks like she’s panting, unable to take full breaths. I bet her heart is beating so fast and loud that she can hear it thudding in her ears.

She slowly nods her head, and the blush on her cheeks has started to spread down over her chest, redness slipping underneath her T-shirt. I can’t help but wonder if the swell of her tits are bright red too.

“Use your words, Mio,” I state firmly.

“What does that word mean?” she mumbles, her gaze firmly locked on mine now as she searches for the answer. I can’t help but chuckle.

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