Page 55 of His to Possess
I extended my hand, a silent command, and after a moment’s hesitation, she placed her palm in mine. As we reached my bedroom, I turned to her.
“This is the challenge,” I said, turning to face her. “The Silent Challenge. For one hour, you must remain entirely silent apart from your own breathing. No speaking, no moans. You must stay quiet while I perform a series of intimate acts upon you.”
Her eyes flickered with surprise and something else, anticipation, maybe? Fear? I couldn’t be sure. “If you can stay silent throughout, you win. Any sound, and I win.”
She shook her head, trying to pull her hand free from mine. “That’s impossible,” she protested. “No one can do that.”
I tightened my grip on her hand, a silent signal of my determination. “It’s a matter of will. And you’re a determined woman, aren’t you?”
She tried again to pull away, her eyes flashing with defiance. “You’re asking for the impossible.”
“Am I?” I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I think you’ll find that your body can be very obedient if your mind allows it.”
She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling with the rapid beat of her heart. The conflicting emotions played out across her expressive face. Her eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape, but she found none.
“Let the challenge begin,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong and brooking no argument.
With a final, resigned nod, a smirk tugged at my lips. I knew that look on her beautiful face—the moment when acceptance turned to determination. It was the spark before the inferno, the calm before the storm.
She pulled away from my grasp and entered the bedroom on her own volition, her posture radiating defiance. Her breathing was already quickening, I noted with a surge of satisfaction. A challenge, indeed.
I strode to my dresser, purposefully not looking back at her. From the corner of my eye, I detected her watching me, her gaze fixed on my every movement. An unspoken question hung in the air between us.
My fingers skimmed over the polished wood of my dresser as I set the counter on my phone for sixty minutes. The illuminated timer cast an eerie glow in the dimly lit room, intensifying the atmosphere.
I turned to face Laurel, who was still standing at the foot of the bed. Her eyes flicked towards the timer and back to me, her expression guarded. Finally, she gave a curt nod.
“The challenge has begun,” I stated, my voice filling the quiet room as I tapped the Start button.
With deliberate steps, I closed the distance between us. My eyes never left hers as I approached, a predator closing in on prey that knew it had nowhere to run. She stood her ground, her body taut with tension. I sensed her trying to regulate her breathing, steeling herself for the test ahead.
My gaze lowered, taking in the tremulous rise and fall of her breasts beneath the satin fabric. The thin material did little to hide her pebbled nipples, betraying her arousal despite her attempts at stillness, my own breath stuttering in anticipation.
Slowly, I reached out, my fingers ghosting over the smooth skin of her shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath my touch. Hereyes closed briefly, and I saw her bite her lip, her body tensing in anticipation.
With a gentle grip, I tugged the satin strap off her shoulder, baring one breast. My fingers curved around the soft, pale globe, lifting and squeezing gently. Her skin was like silk, inviting and perfect. I heard the faint hitch in her breath, her chest constricting as she tried to stifle her response.
Teasingly, I brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it hardened beneath my touch. I continued my exploration, mapping the contours of her body as if committing her to memory. Her waist, the flare of her hips, the curve of her thighs, I memorized every inch, reveling in my ownership of her body, if only for this fleeting hour. Delicately, I pushed the other strap, and the slip pooled at her feet. Now, she was only clad in beauty and a scrap of seafoam satin between her legs.
Her response was palpable; her body was already vibrating like a tightly drawn string. But she was determined, her jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut as she battled to keep her lips sealed. I admired her efforts, even as I set out to unravel her bit by bit.
I left her breast, sliding my palm down her abdomen, settling on her round belly. Slow and steady, I continued my descent, my fingers teasing at the elastic waistband of her panties. Beneath my touch, she was wet, the proof of her desire leaving no room for denial, even when I forced her to experience my own depravity.
I slipped my fingers beneath the satin, brushing through the soft curls at the apex of her thighs before sliding lower to the slick, heated core of her. Her body bucked at the contact, and her eyes flew open. I laughed, a low, dark sound.
With deliberate slowness, I withdrew my fingers to trace them back up her body, creating a path of goose bumps in their wake.But she didn’t speak, didn’t ask for more. That wasn’t part of the challenge.
“Perfection is thy name,” I murmured, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare breast, ripe and ready for my touch. My hand found its way back to her chest, cupping her, thumbs brushing lightly over her stiff peaks. She gasped, biting her lip as her back arched into my touch.
I leaned in, my lips a mere whisper away from the shell of her ear. “But I want more, Laurel. I need to hear you. Beg for it.”
Her eyes snapped open, a silent denial in their emerald depths. Her lips parted as if to speak, but then she seemed to remember the challenge. Her jaw clamped shut, and she shook her head, defiance shining in her eyes.
A thrill coursed through me at her silent rebellion. I straightened, running my hand through my hair. So, she wanted to play a different game? Fine. I could adapt.
My gaze landed on the nightstand, finding the blindfold I had placed there earlier. An idea took form, and I smirked, stepping towards the bedside table. Retrieving the soft black silk, I turned back to face her.
“I wonder,” I said, my eyes holding hers captive as I approached. “Since you refuse to use your voice, perhaps your eyes must also be silent.”
