Page 55 of Prized Possession

At the mention of a reward, she nods her head rapidly, and I can’t help but chuckle. I then use the control I have over her hand to move her fingers where I want them, following the path I’d take if there were no barrier between us.

I drag her fingers through her slit, groaning low against her ear as I feel how hot and wet she is against my skin. I make sure her digits are coated in her juices before moving them back to her clit.

I follow the pattern I watched her take before, circling the hard nub before gently rubbing over it. I keep up the rhythm, varying the speed and pressure I use, listening to the way her breathing hitches when I find a spot that’s particularly sensitive.

I’m leaning in close, so I can both reach and see what I’m doing, and Chloe seems to have taken advantage of my proximity by leaning against me. As her breathing picks up, and she edges closer, she leans into me more, until I’m the only thing keeping her upright.

I fucking love having her so close. I can feel the warmth of her body seeping into mine, heating me in a way I’ve never felt before. Each time her chest rises and falls, it’s like it’s an extension of me. When a shiver ripples through her body, it keeps on going through me too.

“More,” she breathes, her head rolling back to rest against my shoulder, her eyes falling shut as pleasure takes over. “Please.”

I press my fingers harder against hers, and a deep guttural moan rips from her lips. Even though I’m barely touching anywhere except her fingers, I can tell her walls are tightening, her whole body is tensing as she gets closer to her release.

“That’s it, Mio. Does that feel good? Are you pretending it’s my fingers that are on your dripping cunt right now?” My deep, raspy voice tickles her ear and she trembles in response.

“Yes, fuck. Please, please. I’m so close. Can I… Can I come?” she mumbles, the words tumbling from her lips as she pulls in a breath.

I don’t respond, except to increase the pressure of her fingers on her clit, forcing her to rub faster and harder, until a string of almost unintelligent curse words fall from her lips.

“I’m going to… Please, Marcus… I need… I can’t… Can I come? Please?” Her begging grows more frantic as her body begins to tense. Her eyes are screwed shut, her head thrown back against my shoulder still, and I know she’s close.

Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, I grab hold of her fingers and pull them away from her no doubt aching pussy.

“Nooooo. Marcus, what the fuck?” she shouts, sounding more like a desperate cry with a touch of anger.

“You don’t have my permission to come yet, slut,” I reply simply.

Her eyes fly open, and once more she’s giving me a death stare. She tries to close her legs, to squeeze them together to help with the throbbing I'm certain she can feel, but I’ve already captured her leg with mine, locking her in place.

She then tries to pull her hand away, but I’m stronger, and she knows her attempt will be futile.

Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears as she looks at me, pleading with me in a way that almost breaks me. “I need to come, Marcus. Please.”

“You will come, but only after you’ve learnt to control your body. You have to push yourself to the edge, and when you finally fall, it’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”

Before she can argue with me, I pull her hand back in between her legs, giving her the touch she’s so desperate for.

I repeat the same process as before, but as her clit is already super sensitive, it doesn’t take long for her to turn into a panting, begging mess, desperate for release.

“You are so fucking gorgeous when you beg me like this. Does this feel good?”

“Yes,” she replies, the word turning into a moan at the end.

“Can you imagine if it were my fingers on your clit? We both know I wouldn’t be able to stop there. I’d have to press my fingers deep into your tight pussy, feeling your walls clamp down around me as I fuck you.

“Maybe I’d even attack your clit with my tongue while I’m fucking you with my fingers? Would you like me to lick that pretty pussy of yours?”

I whisper the dirty words into her ear, loving the way she trembles beneath me with her growing orgasm. It builds quickly, and soon she’s not even listening to me, she’s too busy begging and pleading.

“Please, let me come. I’m being a good girl. I need to come. Please, please, Marcus. Please, may I come? I’ll do anything.” Her words are coming out so fast, it’s difficult to make them all out.

The smirk on my face grows as she begins to lose control, but as soon as I feel that tell-tale pulsing in her pussy, I rip our hands away. Her loud cries of pleasure and pain fill the room, and this time she doesn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face.

“I-I can’t… Please, Marcus… I can’t… I need to come,” she begs, her body flopping down against mine as her silver eyes plead with me.

“Does it feel good, Mio?” I ask, kneading my hand into her thigh to stop me from exploring the rest of her body.

I want to run my fingers over her nipples, to find out if she’s as sensitive as I think she’ll be. I want to plunge my fingers into her cunt, to feel how tightshe really is. But I can’t do any of those things, so I stick to grabbing hold of her thigh so tight, I’m sure she’ll have bruises in the morning.

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