Page 19 of Possession

Would it matter if I did? Would he stop? Would I want him to?

He tugs down my jeans and underwear. I cry out as my stiff cock is yanked down only to slap back up as it’s freed. Automatically, I cover myself with my hands as he moves down the bed and strips off everything, even my socks, baring me completely.

My heart leaps when he takes hold of my wrists and pulls my hands away from my cock.

I squirm self-consciously as he stares down at me. I don’t know what to think of my arousal. I’m overwhelmed by it. My cock is lying hard against my abdomen. It’sleaking.

It’s like my body isn’t within my own control. It’s responding exclusively to him. To the way he touches me. To the way he looks at me. Because even as my embarrassment is struggling to fade, I’m quivering under his gaze, desperately turned on by his attention, by the hungry sounds he’s making and the way he’strembling as he stares at me. My cock twitches up from my belly. Jesus Christ, I didn’t even know it could do that on its own.

The fact that he’s still pinning my wrists, holding me still to be looked at makes it a hundred times more intense. So does the fact that there are no words between us, only actions.

I know I could say something, but I don’t.

He releases one of my wrists. I watch, mesmerized, as his hand curls around the stiff length of my cock. It’s almost as shocking to see it as to feel it. I don’t see it for long, however, because my eyes roll back in my head when he starts to stroke me.

I make wordless, gasping sounds as sensation explodes through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this.

His touch vanishes abruptly. The mattress shifts. I open my eyes to see him stand. He shoves down his black sweats.

My eyes lock on his huge, erect cock. It juts aggressively from his body, thick and threaded with veins, curving slightly upward to its broad, flared tip. At the base, his balls are large and swollen.

I writhe at the sight of it. I don’t know why. I just know that it turns me on so much that my stomach contracts and my mouth waters and more precum leaks from my dick.

But at the same time, cold terror whirls and mixes with that heated reaction. I can’t imagine that cock in my ass. I can’t imagine being fucked.

Is that what’s going to happen?

He bends and picks up a bottle from amid the mess of supplies on the floor. It’s some kind of oil, which he squirts into his palm. He recaps the bottle and drops it. Straightening, he wraps his hand around that massive cock and slicks it.

Oh my god.

When he drops down onto the mattress, with that huge cock glistening with oil and clearly ready to fuck me, I panic. There’s no thought, no decision made. I just scramble.

Of course he catches me. He wrestles me down like it’s nothing. He’s so big, so fucking strong. Within seconds, I’m on my side with him behind me, one of his arms hooking around my torso. His teeth clamp on the side of my neck, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to … what? Command me? Warn me? Reassure me?

I’m not actually sure, but my body reacts by calming down, by accepting his dominance.

His slick cock is caught stiffly against my hamstring. My attention is so strongly on that fact that I jump in surprise when his slick fingers slide between my ass cheeks. I cry out, clenching automatically when his oiled fingertip touches my hole.

I whimper, turning my face into the blanket as he starts to massage me. I have never, ever been touched there. It’s too unfamiliar. I’m scared.

But he doesn’t push inside. He just keeps massaging me until I realize that it doesn’t hurt. It actually feels … good.

Fuck, it feelsreallygood.

I start panting. I start whining. He makes a rumbling sound like he’s pleased. He switches from biting to nibbling and licking.

Is it weird that I’m glad to have no control over this? I know this is going to happen, so I can just let it. I don’t have to decide. I don’t have to think.

His finger pushes inside. Fear spikes, and I clench against the intrusion. He grunts and waits. When I just keep clenching, his teeth close on the side of my neck again.

When I relax, he murmurs wordlessly and nuzzles the back of my head. His finger starts to stroke inside me. I lie still and make myself accept it. I don’t see any choice. I don’twantany choice.I know that’s the real truth. That’s why I’m silent. That’s why I haven’t said anything. If I did, it would be no—and I don’t want to say no.

Then my silence breaks.

“Ohhh,” I moan. “Fuuuuck. Oh mygod.”

I writhe and push back against his hand as the foreignness subsides and I realize that it feels really, really good.

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