Page 79 of Prized Possession

Too much bullshit to go into details in a text, but he was letting me know what he’ll expect from me when I become his wife. He also said that if I look at you one more time while he’s in the room, when I do go to live with him, he’ll beat my arse so badly with his belt that I can’t sit down for a week.

MARCUS

Motherfucker.

CHLOE

Apparently he doesn’t need me to be able to sit, as long as I can kneel and swallow his cock, that’s all he wants.

MARCUS

I’m going to kill him.

CHLOE

Don’t worry. I told him that if he even thinks about putting his little dick anywhere near my mouth, I’ll bite it off.

MARCUS

Good girl!! I’m still going to kill him. But only after I’ve peeled the flesh from his fingers. I hate that he touched you.

Fuck, that statement alone should scare the shit out of me, but instead, I get a tingle down my spine that confirms just how much Marcus’ dangerous side excites me.

And his possessiveness… I’m trying not to read too much into it, but it’s almost like he really does see me as his. I’m just not sure if that still comes with a ticking clock attached.

CHLOE

I wouldn’t say no to that, but if I’m going to have to marry him, I guess you can’t really maim him.

Why the fuck did I just send that?

I don’t know if there’s some part of me that’s trying to poke a very agitated dragon just to see what he does, or if I’m just an idiot.

I wait for a little while, and no text comes. I’m staring at my phone, my grip on it tightening the longer the message remains read but unanswered.

Just as I’m about to give up and put it away, the vibrating egg starts again, startling me to the point I have to bend over and grab the sink cabinet.

Fuck, I think he’s put the egg on a much higher setting, and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. My core is heating up, getting me wetter as my grip on the counter and my phone tightens.

Then I hear the tell-tale buzz of the phone, letting me know he’s finally text me back. I can barely hear it over my heartbeat pulsating through my ears. A soft moan escapes, and I have to bite down on my lip to stop any more noise from getting free.

I try clamping my legs together, but that only makes things more intense. I can’t help squirming around, trying to get into a position that helps alleviate some of the ache.

That’s how I end up leaning over the counter, my arse in the air, my legs spread wide as I rotate my hips to help the egg move around.

I look like I’m waiting for someone to come along and fuck me from behind, and shit if that idea doesn’t really bloody appeal to me right now.

In the distance, I hear another buzz coming from my phone, and I drag myself back into the moment just enough to check my messages, knowing exactly who they’ll be from.

MARCUS

You are not fucking marrying him. And for reminding me of that, I’m going to start the punishment again…

How does it feel, Mio? You better not forget the rules.

Shit, does he really expect me to be able to text him back while I’m like this. I can barely get my brain to work for long enough to read his messages, let alone send another back. Before I can, another message comes through.

MARCUS

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