Page 68 of Prized Possession

She turns and scowls at me, but before she can come back with what I’m sure is a witty retort, I turn the level on the egg up a notch.

A moan rips from her as she arches her back from the chair, sticking her tits out in the most fucking gorgeous way. She moves her hands out to her sides, looking for something to grab hold of, but settles for clenching them into fists when she can’t find anything.

Her eyes are dark and hooded, her cheeks flushed with small droplets of sweat appearing on her brow as she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, no doubt trying to fight back the noises she’s desperateto make.

Loving the way her body is reacting, I turn the egg up to the middle level, and she’s not able to stop the moan from escaping this time.

Her eyes lock on mine, and I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but they’re pleading with me for something. The silver in them is barely visible, looking almost black as her pupils are blown so wide with lust.

I watch as Chloe begins to rotate her hips whilst clenching her thighs together. She almost looks like she’s humping the seat, her pelvis rocking as she tries to chase the pleasure the egg is giving her.

“Oh fuck,” she mutters. “So good. It feels…so, so fucking good.”

I chuckle as her words become more unintelligible, my eyes drawn to the hypnotic way she’s rolling her hips. She then lifts one of her hands and begins to massage her breast, rubbing her thumb over her nipple until the stiff peak is showing through her white sundress.

I’m mesmerised as she controls her body, embracing the feeling the egg is giving her, whilst helping to get herself off. I imagine what she’d look like sitting on my cock rolling her hips in this way, rubbing her nipples as I grab hold of her, pulling her down onto me hard.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she moans, her eyes screwing shut as she loses herself in the sensations.

The corner of my lip tilts as I watch, one hand gripping my cock tight enough to help ease the growing ache as it presses against my jeans. It’s almost fucking painful, and the urge to pull it out and stroke myself as I watch her grows.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” she whispers, followed by a long drawn out moan that echoes around the car.

Her hips rotate quicker, her fingers squeezing her nipple just a little harder as she chases her pleasure. Her face is scrunched up, but her mouth has fallen open as she throws her head back against the seat of the car.

Just when it looks like she’s about to come, I quickly turn off the egg.

“Motherfucker,” she shouts loudly, her eyes flying open as she turns to glare at me. “What the fuck?”

She then moves her hand over her thighs, trying to slide it between her legs, but I grab hold of her wrist.

“Don’t even think about it, Mio. Have you forgotten the rules already?” I snap, trying to keep my stern expression.

She looks a little startled, before saying, “Sorry.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. “What’s the rule?”

Chloe deliberately looks down at her legs, pulling her dress down from where it’s risen up as she does. “I’m not allowed to come without permission.”

I nod my head. “And were you about to come without asking me first? From where I’m sitting, it looks like my dirty little whore was so lost in her own pleasure, she forgot all about making me happy.”

“I forgot to ask,” she admits, sneaking a quick glance at me out of the corner of her eye. I keep a stern look on my face, though it’s getting harder to do.

“This is supposed to be a punishment. Do you think bad little sluts like you should be allowed to come during a punishment?” I ask, loving the way she shivers when I degrade her.

She shakes her head. “No.”

I pause for a moment, watching as she continues to shuffle in her seat, desperate for just a little relief, and then a wicked idea enters my head. “That’s right. How badly do you want to come right now, slut?”

“So badly. Please, can I?” she asks, fluttering her lashes at me.

I do a long dramatic pause, as though I’m thinking, when really the thought is already there, but now I have time to actually consider the outcome, I’m starting to worry. Still, I say it anyway.

“If you are really that desperate to come, then you can…” Her eyes light up and she begins to smile, until I continue with the catch. “But only if you open the partition and let Miles see and hear everything.”

The deer-in-headlights look is back, and she shakes her head rapidly, narrowing her gaze at me until it becomes a glare. My heart stutters when I hear her say, “Not a fucking chance.”

That’s the outcome I was hoping for, but for just a moment, I wondered if she was desperate enough to do it. I’m normally not territorial or possessive, and it’s a test I’ve put a couple of women through.

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