Page 65 of Prized Possession

Those few innocent words nearly brought me to my fucking knees. This is supposed to be Chloe’s punishment, so why does it feel like I’m the one who’s being tortured?

After she changed out of that ridiculous outfit she was wearing, and took off the excessive amount of make-up, she emerged from her room looking exactly like the woman I’ve gotten to know over the last week. But also the girl I’ve been trying not to see from afar for years.

I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without fucking a girl, but why the hell would I go looking for something meaningless and random when I have the most gorgeous woman waiting in my house?

Granted, I can’t touch her yet, and the blue balls it’s giving me is starting to become a fucking nightmare, but I know we’re getting closer.

I’m showing her that she can trust me, whilst also helping her take back control of her body. At this point, I’m starting to think that whatever her secret is, it can’t be worse than the horrors I’m imagining inside my head. So much so,I’m already plotting the brutal deaths of everyone involved. I know someone has broken Chloe, and I intend on making them pay.

But first, I’m going to help her gather all her broken pieces, so she can create an even stronger version of the woman she was before.

I take a deep breath as I keep my gaze locked on her sparking silver eyes, startled when I see no hesitation reflected back. I swallow hard, hoping when I speak that my voice doesn’t betray just how close I am to breaking all my rules.

“Take your knickers off and bend over the back of the sofa,” I instruct, my voice thankfully holding firm.

Even though she looks a little nervous, she barely hesitates for a second before she reaches up under her little white dress and begins removing her knickers. As the hem of her dress lifts, I catch sight of more of her creamy thighs, and my cock twitches painfully.

Even though I wanked in the shower before getting dressed in preparation for today, my dick clearly can’t remember, growing harder with each bit of flesh she exposes. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my moan as she slides white lace down her legs.

Once she steps out of them, she holds the knickers in her hand, clearly unsure what to do. Without thinking, I reach over and take them from her, stuffing them into my jeans pocket. Her eyes widen comically as her gaze flicks rapidly between my face and the pocket now housing her underwear.

“What are you doing?” she blurts out, making me chuckle.

“I’ll give you these back when you need them. Now, bend over.”

She looks like she’s about to argue with me, until she catches sight of my stern expression, reminding her that I will add to her punishment if she continues to disobey me.

Her eyes narrow at me in a scowl, but that’s the extent of her rebellion as she slowly moves towards the back of the sofa.

I can’t help but smile, when she’s not looking, at how fucking adorable she is when she’s trying not to sulk. I like her rebellious streak, but I fucking love when she obeys me.

Once she reaches the sofa, she begins to lean over it, her chest moving towards the cushions as her back curves, forcing her arse to stick out. Her dress has risen up, and I can see the roundness of her arse cheeks peeking out underneath the hem.

My cock throbs painfully, and I have to grip myself through my jeans, re-adjusting slightly to dull the ache that only seems to be growing the longer I look at her sexy body, bent in the perfect way, presented to me.

Then she turns her head until she’s looking over her shoulder at me, a shy but mischievous smile on her face as she asks, “Is this how you want me?”

Fuck, yes!I’ve seen her in this position so many different times in my dreams, but my imagination has vastly let me down on this one—the real thing is so much better.

I walk towards her slowly, wanting to drag this moment out for as long as I can, mentally saving this image for later.

I want to remember every minuscule detail, every curve, so that when I wrap my hand around my dick later, this will be the exact image I see. I want it to be perfect.

The closer I get, the more my fingers start to twitch with the overwhelming urge to touch her, and that’s when I remember that I can’t. It’s going to be hard enough putting the damn egg in without doing more, but I doubt I’ll be able to stop if I touch her the way I want to.

“Reach back with your hands, pull your dress up above your waist, and then spread your arse cheeks wide,” I say, my voice raspy with lust.

Her eyes sparkle as the flush on her cheeks spreads down over her neck, creating a trail that I want to follow with my lips. Even though she’s slow with her movement, almost hesitant, she follows my instructions without complaint.

As soon as her dress is bunched around her waist, exposing her bare cunt for me, a groan rumbles from my throat, and I don’t even try to hide it.

Chloe looks shocked that the noise came from me, but as soon as she sees my hand cupping my denim-covered hard cock, her eyes sparkle and her smile widens.

With both hands, she reaches back and parts her arse cheeks, showing me her glistening pink pussy, and I’m so fucking gone. I moan loudly, taking a step closer to her.

“So fucking gorgeous, Mio,” I growl. “You have no idea how much I want to touch you right now.”

I watch her throat bob as she gulps, looking a little nervous, before her shy voice asks, “So why don’t you?”

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