Page 56 of Prized Possession

Good, I want her to wear my marks.

“It feels good, but then it hurts. I’ll do anything, please, just let me come. You can use your fingers, your cock. You have my permission to do anything, but please, let me come.”

My smile grows and my cock twitches, begging me to do as she asks. No matter how much I really want to bury myself in her right now, to feel her milking my cock with her tight walls, we’ve come this far, and I have to finish the lesson.

“Oh, love, I know it would feel so much better if I were the one to make you come, but this is about you. You need to have full control over your body, and when you know you have that, you can give it over to me.”

She looks like she wants to say something, but I cut her off by moving her fingers back between her legs. I bring her close to orgasm, only to deny her, another four times. By the time I pull our fingers away the final time, she’s a blubbering mess. She’s begging and pleading with me, but she’s fully in control, just where I want her to be.

Once she’s calmed down, I move her fingers back to her sensitive clit, and start the process again. It takes mere seconds to get her to the edge, her abused clit now hypersensitive, not needing much encouragement anymore.

As with every other time, Chloe starts to beg me, pleading with me to let her come. The posh girl is gone, and in her place is a foul-mouthed dirty slut who is desperate for release, and she’s never looked more fucking gorgeous.

“Please, please, Marcus, can I come?” she begs, her knuckles still white as she holds onto the sofa cushion beside her with a death grip.

“You can come, Mio,” I whisper into her ear.

Her eyes fly open, her sparking silver gaze locked on me, assessing me like she’s not sure she heard me correctly. “I can come?” she clarifies.

With a smirk, I nod. “Yes, slut. I want you to fall apart on your fingers, imagining that it’s me touching you. Think about how fucking amazing your orgasm will be when I finally do touch you. You know I won’t hold back, I’ll give you everything you didn’t know you needed.”

“Yes,” she screams, as she gives in to the impending orgasm.

“Come for me, Mio,” I instruct, and she does as she’s told.

Chloe’s head falls back against my shoulder again, as her whole body begins to tremble. Her breathy moans turn to cries of pleasure, until she suddenly screams my name.

I hold her, my fingers becoming drenched around hers as her release ripplesthrough her, her body trembling and twitching as she rides the wave. It takes every bit of strength I have not to blow my load in my fucking boxers.

Hearing my name on her lips, like she’s worshipping me, is almost enough to tip me over the edge. I haven’t come without someone touching my cock in a very long time, and I’m not about to start now, though I’m closer than I’d ever like to admit.

It takes a good few minutes for Chloe’s breathing to return to normal, and I choose to ignore that mine’s also coming out in rough pants. I was much more affected by watching her come than I expected.

When she’s finally breathing normal, her body no longer trembling, Chloe begins to pull her fingers away from her abused pussy, and that’s when I remember mine are still encasing hers.

I allow her to move, and I shift my body so I’m no longer trapping her in. Although she closes her legs, she doesn’t attempt to cover herself up, and I can’t help but smile at that.

After a few seconds, Chloe breaks the silence with a short chuckle. “That was…”

Her words trail off, and I fix my gaze on her, waiting for her to finish, but she doesn’t, so I try. “Good? Intense?”

She chuckles again. “Yeah, definitely good, but very intense. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Did you feel like you had more control over your body?” I ask, since that was supposed to be the original task.

She thinks about it for a moment, before finally nodding. “Yes. At first, I didn’t think I could hold back. I didn’t think it was possible to simply stop myself from having an orgasm. I’ve always kinda thought that once it starts, you don’t stop it. I mean, I have them so infrequently, why the hell would I want to stop it?” she jokes, and I can’t help but chuckle along with her.

“Did it feel more intense when you finally did come?”

This time she doesn’t hesitate to answer, she nods her head rapidly. “So fucking intense. I felt it throughout my entire body.”

My smile grows when I see how much she enjoyed herself. “Good. For your first lesson, you did well. You just need to remember, from now on, I own you. I control all of your orgasms.

“If you’re lonely and horny at one in the morning, you better get your arse into my room and beg for me to let you come, because you are not allowed to without my permission ever again.”

“What? That’s not… I can’t do that!” she blusters, her cheeks flushing bright red again.

“You can, and you will. I meant what I said before, I own you now. Every orgasm belongs to me. If you come without my permission, I will punish you.”

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