Page 69 of Prized Possession

Miles doesn’t really care, and is used to my antics. But the thought of him seeing Chloe in that way makes my skin prickle, and I start to feel nauseous.

It would appear I’m more protective and possessive over her than I first thought. Normally, that thought would consume my brain for a long time, as I try to work out what the hell it means, but I don’t have time for that, so I try to push it away, knowing it will no doubt rear its ugly head when I least expect it.

“Well, it would appear you’re not all that desperate to come then,” I state, my voice sounding almost sing-song.

Her scowl deepens. “I will never be desperate enough to have an orgasm in front of people.”

She sounds so sure of herself, I can’t help but chuckle. “We’ll see.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she snaps, her hand on her hip as she glares at me defiantly.

“Mio, you’ve only had an introductory lesson in edging so far. Just wait untilI’ve been edging you repeatedly for days, refusing to let you come after bringing you to the edge multiple times an hour, every hour, for days.

“After a while, you lose all sense of propriety and standards, embracing the dirty whore you are just for me, and you won’t give a shit where you come or who is watching, just as long as you get the release your cunt desperately craves.”

With each word, her breathing starts to increase until she’s almost hyperventilating. I can almost hear her heart beating out of her chest as she picks at the skin around her fingers.

Her eyes travel from confused to annoyed, to intrigued, to out right turned on, and it’s clear that even though the thought is a little daunting for her, if not horrifying when she first heard it, there’s also an element of intrigue, and that’s the part I was hoping to see.

“I-I…I don’t… I’m not…” She struggles to produce a proper sentence, and I have to bite my inner cheek to stop myself from smiling or chuckling at how flustered she’s getting, the redness on her cheeks spreading down her neck now.

“It’s fine. I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. I think we should probably have a proper conversation about all of this when we get home tonight,” I explain, and she lets out a sigh of relief.

Although I lean more towards being Dominant during sex, I’m not immersed in the BDSM lifestyle. I don’t do scenes or contracts, and I don’t have to dominate each time we fuck. But that doesn’t mean I’m not aware of some of the elements that come with the lifestyle.

I wouldn’t ever do an official contract, but I always make sure that whoever I’m with is aware of the situation before we get into anything. Chloe is the only person I’ve ever broken this rule for.

Normally, I make sure the woman is aware that this is most likely a one-time thing, and that I will never want a relationship.

I usually make sure we agree on the adequate form of contraception—insisting on using a condom, but I prefer if she’s on the pill too—and I make sure neither of us have any sexually transmitted diseases, for obvious reasons.

I also find out exactly what they’re into, and more importantly, what it is they are not willing to try. There might be things they’ve never tried before, but are open to experimenting, and if those things align with what I like, then I’ll happily give them a go.

This has always been important for me, as I never want to go too far with a woman. I may not give a shit about seeing them again, or even remember her name, but that doesn’t mean I want to traumatise her in any way. I want her to walk away from the experience just assatisfied as I am.

So why the fuck have I clearly forgotten all of these rules with Chloe?

I may be refusing to touch her, but I’m barely keeping to that rule, and some of the stuff we’ve done so far are things I wouldn’t dream of entertaining before going over the rules.

Then I remember that she has trauma in her past that I don’t know anything about yet, and I want to stab myself for being so fucking stupid. Knowing this, I should be extra hesitant with her, abiding to the rules more closely, not forgetting them.

It’s pure fucking luck that I’ve not triggered her yet, and I can’t have that happen. If she’s not going to trust me enough to tell me what happened to her, we definitely need to establish boundaries.

Well, we can do that tonight, as I want to see where this punishment leads first. Fuck, I really am being led around by my dick, even when my brain is screaming at me to think logically.

“I get the feeling that conversation is going to be really bloody awkward,” she says with a laugh. “But it’s probably necessary. As long as you know there might be things I don’t answer.”

I nod my head in understanding. “The conversation isn’t just another tactic to get you to share your secrets. I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready. This is about making sure we’re on the same page, and that I’m not pushing you too far out of your comfort limits.”

Before I’ve even finished my sentence, she bursts into laughter, throwing her head back with a bright smile on her face.

“Marcus, I’m about to have Sunday lunch with my family wearing no knickers, with a vibrating love egg in my vagina, whilst trying to hold back any noises that give away how fucking amazing it feels… I think we passed my limits a little while ago.”

The sound of her laugh is almost hypnotic and my stomach flips, though I’d never admit that for fear of sounding like a lovesick teenage girl. I shake my head, my smile growing as I see how much brighter she looks when she’s truly happy.

“Trust me, we’re not anywhere near your limits yet. I’ll admit this is to push you, but if it were a limit of yours, you’d never be doing it. You’d have refused, and I’d have let you, but you didn’t. You can hide it all you want, but there’s a dirty slut hidden inside, and I intend on bringing her out, just for me.”

Before either of us gets the chance to say more, the car comes to a stop and the engine is turned off. Miles waits a few seconds, like he always does before beginning to bring down the partition window.

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