Page 38 of Prized Possession

“I bet if you were to slide one of your fingers in now, your pussy would be so wet and tight, wouldn’t it?” he asks, as he continues to run his hand up and down his shaft. I watch with rapt attention as his movements get quicker and more uncoordinated. “I can only imagine how tight your cunt would be if I were to push my cock in deep.”

A shuddered moan leaves my lips as my imagination goes haywire. That’s exactly what I fucking want, and he’s driving me crazy.

I nod, hoping that will be enough to let him know what I want, but I’m not that stupid. He won’t back down on his earlier request, and I can’t…

“I’m squeezing my hand tighter, and I still don’t think it’s anywhere close to how you’d feel. My cock is throbbing at the thought of sinking into you, watching as your cunt swallows all of me, stretching you more than any man has before.”

Oh, my God, his dirty words are nearly enough to make me orgasm rightnow, without him even touching me. That’s how much he’s setting my body on fire, and it’s like the most delicious form of torture, as he’s showing me what I could have, knowing this will never be enough.

“I’m so fucking close,” he growls, squeezing his cock as beads of pre-cum leak from the angry-looking tip. “This is all you, Mio. You have the power to make me fall apart.”

He looks at me with wide eyes, like I’m a fucking Queen, and my heart races. I’ve never felt as powerful or as sexy as when Marcus looks at me the way he is now.

“Do you want me to come for you?” he asks, giving me power over him.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word leaves my lips, Marcus lets out a roar as he explodes over his hand. He throws his head back, slams his eyes closed, and groans loudly as he slowly works the last bits of cum from his shaft. Most of it sprays into his hand, but some hits his stomach or the floor.

My eyes never leave his dick, watching with each spurt as he rides out the orgasm I gave to him without even touching him. My mind is blown, and my whole body is tingling. I doubt it would take more than a few strokes to my clit before my own orgasm rips through me, and it’s taking all my effort not to reach between my legs.

Marcus is panting loudly, and I slowly drag my gaze up his body to find his eyes are now open and latched on me, his expression dark and glazed with lust. “Next time, you’ll get on your knees so I can paint you with my cum. Or better yet, you can do it for me with your mouth. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Mio?”

Words have gone and all I can do is nod, which earns me a cocky chuckle that makes me want to snap at him, if only I could remember how to speak.

“All you have to do is tell me what I want to know, then I’ll touch you as much as you’d like.” His smug expression is enough to bring me around, just a little.

“I can touch myself, thank you.” It sounded much more confident in my head.

“I’m sure you can, but now you know that I can drive you wild without ever touching you. I can promise, you’ll cave before I do.”

Before I can even begin to argue with him, which would be pointless as we both know he’s right, he turns his back to me, sliding his sticky cock back into his boxers. Picking up his discarded clothes, he walks out of the room, leaving me frozen to the spot.

It’s not until I hear his bedroom door close that I snap out of the trance he left me in. I’m so fucking screwed.

There’s something about Marcus that hypnotises me, and he’s right whenhe says I want nothing more than to give my body over to him. But the problem is, although I think I trust him, I’m not sure I’ll ever trust anyone enough to divulge my secret.

I have a feeling this is just the beginning. Marcus is going to do whatever it takes to get me to cave, to give myself over to him, but the only way that’ll happen is if I give him the one secret I vowed never to share with anyone.

As expected, I got very little sleep that night, despite the large, bouncy bed being the most comfortable I’ve ever slept in. I tossed and turned, throwing the sheets off every few minutes in a feeble attempt to cool down my scorching skin.

Watching Marcus stroke his hard cock as he talked about me was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. His dirty words dripped off his tongue like liquid lava, and my body responded in a way I never expected.

My nerve endings sizzled like they were crackling with nervous energy. I was heating up from the inside out, fire bubbling beneath the surface, desperate to burn free.

Don’t even get me started on how wet my knickers were. Watching my very own live sex show had me wetter than I’d been in a long time, but when he opened his mouth, I was dripping for him.

My thighs are probably red raw from how hard I ground them together, squirming to try and alleviate just a little bit of the maddening ache.

It didn’t take long after Marcus left for me to slide my fingers betweenmy folds, and it took even less time for me to bite down on my lip, desperately trying to swallow the cries of pleasure that threatened to break free as I fell apart. I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly or easily. I barely touched myself.

The problem was…even after having a toe-curling orgasm, my body was still on fire. My core ached and my pussy throbbed, like it was missing something, and I knew exactly what that was.

I was so close to walking out of my room, straight into Marcus’, and begging him to fuck me.

If he wasn’t demanding to know my secret, I would’ve begged him in a heartbeat. He wants me to trust him, and I think I do, but telling him my darkest, most shameful secret has nothing to do with trust. Some things are better kept in the dark, and this is one of them.

All those fucking amazing things he said about me, the way he made me feel like a beautiful, powerful Queen, it will all be diminished to nothing if he were to find out about the skeletons in my closet.

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