Page 52 of Prized Possession

“No,” she replies softly, dropping her eyes down to the sofa, looking like a child being told off.

“Eyes of me, Mio. Answer me, now.” Before I’ve even get the full instruction out, her molten silver eyes flick back up to meet mine, and I love that they’re darkened with lust.

“I’m very wet,” she mutters, her voice giving away just how shy she’s feeling right now.

“Are you as wet as you were the other night, when you were playing with your dripping cunt, thinking of me?”

Her breath hitches, and it doesn’t take a genius to tell she likes dirty talk. I’d also hazard a guess that she has either a praise kink or a degradation kink—maybe a combination of the two. I look forward to finding out.

She takes in a breath before the words rush out. “I’m not as wet as I was that night, but I’m getting there.”

My smirk grows as the redness in her cheeks that had been starting to fade worsens once more.

“Show me.”

Her eyes widen almost comically as her brows fly so high they’re almost in her hairline. “What?”

I hold back a laugh at how high-pitched her tone is.

“Drag your finger through your slit, then lift it up and show mejust how dripping wet you are.” I make sure to say each word slowly, dragging out the instruction so that the excitement builds for us both.

I can see the war in her eyes. She’s torn between not wanting to do something that she thinks is embarrassing, that she’s clearly never done before, and needing to do exactly as I tell her.

She needs to remember this is a teaching experience, as well as a whole fucking lot of fun, so in my stern voice, I remind her that disobeying me isn’t the smart option.

“You’ve already earned yourself one punishment for touching yourself without my permission, you don’t want to earn a second for not doing as you’re told.”

“Punishment?” she splutters, looking both horrified and a little intrigued.

“If you want me to teach you control, that means giving yourself over fully. I own you. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it straight away. I’ll never ask you to do more than you’re capable of, but I will push you,” I tell her.

“I’m still not entirely sure how me giving you all the control, submitting to you, helps me to feel in control,” she mutters, rolling her eyes like a petulant teenager who is one step away from a pouting tantrum. My palm is twitching already.

“You’ll just have to trust me,” I say, turning her own words back on her. She thinks she trusts me, and now is the time for her to prove it.

I’m sure there are certain things that she trusts me with. She knows I’ll keep her safe, and that I’ll make sure she has a good time, but in my opinion, that’s just superficial trust. I want her to put her life, her heart, her soul in my hands, knowing I’ll protect them as though they were my own. Only when she feels that will she tell me her secrets.

There’s a nagging voice in my head that keeps telling me I don’t need that level of trust to make her submissive, the superficial version would work perfectly for the sex stuff. It’s how I’ve done things with other girls in the past. As long as they trust me with their bodies, that’s all I need.

So why do I want more from Chloe?

I’ve known for years that nothing can ever happen between us. She’s the very fucking definition of forbidden, and I risk starting a war, igniting the old rivalry with her family if I break the rules for her.

No matter how fucking amazing the sex might be, it’s not worth causing unrest in Blackthorn, and me potentially losing my best friend.

Sex is all I can ever offer her. I’m not capable of more, so why am I asking her to give me all of her?

I push those heavy thoughts from my mind, not wanting to acknowledge or deal with the conflicting emotions. Instead, I do what I do best andconcentrate on my throbbing cock, and the beautiful naked woman in front of me.

Her soft, low voice drags me back to the moment. “What punishment?”

“We can discuss that at a later date, but for right now, you just need to remember that every time you disobey me, or do something I’m not satisfied with, you are adding to it. Do you understand?”

She nods her head, and it only takes a second of me glaring at her for her words to tumble out as she remembers the rule. “Yes, I understand.”

“Are you going to do as you’re told?” I ask, my brow rising in challenge.

With a small sigh, she says, “Yes.” At the same time, she moves her hand back to her pussy and screws her eyes shut.

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