Possessed - Part Three (3 page)

His kiss takes my breath away, as well as my brain. I can’t think. His lips consume me, take over my body, and make me latch onto him. I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His mouth is devouring mine with a need I can feel zing through my veins. By the time I get to catch a quick breath, my lips are raw and pink and desperate for more.

“God, I love you so much,” he murmurs.

He loves me? I almost can’t believe it; it’s too good to be true. The more he says it, the more I want to grab him and never let go. His words have an effect on me that I simply can’t ignore. I’m falling, hard. And oh, that tongue of his, fuck me. The way he kisses makes my heart throb.

I fumble with the handle, and when the door opens, we stumble inside my home. He kicks the door shut while keeping his eyes solely on me. He can’t take them off me, and it makes me feel good. I don’t know why I want this so badly, but I’m swept away by his kisses.

His hands are all over my body, ripping and pulling at my coat to get it off. It drops to the floor and off go my shoes. In a frenzy, he rips off my shirt and unbuttons my pants, tearing it down until I’m in my bra and panties. His eyes take in my body, his tongue swiping across his lips before he ravages me again.

His kisses are tantalizing, hypnotizing me as we stumble backward until I bump into my kitchen table. I squeal when he lifts me onto the table, but he devours my sound with his mouth.

A moan leaves his lips. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so hard right now.”

He bites my lip and tugs, growling. His lips are everywhere, on my neck, my chin, my collarbone, down to suckle on the mound of my breast. I’m lost in delirium.

“Do it,” I say. “Fuck me.”

“Uh-uh, Princess, you know that’s not how it goes,” he muses, flipping my breasts out of their holsters. When he sucks on my nipple and pinches the other, I’m silenced by my own moan.

“You do what I want,” he says, seducing me with half-mast eyes as he returns his attention to our sort of conversation.

My lips part. “What?”

He cocks his head. “Do you want me to pleasure you, Sam?”

I frown. “Is this a trick question? I don’t think I know what I’m getting myself into,” I say, regretting it already.

“Just answer the question, Sam. Yes or no. It’s not that hard. Only two possible answers. One is the truth, and the other is a lie. Simple.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” I ask.

“No, I’m simply telling you to own up to your desires. It’s time you gave in and stopped fighting,” he muses.

I take a deep breath. “All right. Yes.”

A smile slowly builds on his face. “So you admit that you want me right now.”

“Fine, yes,” I say, sighing.

He laughs. “I’m glad we can finally both agree on something.”

“Oh, stop it,” I say. “Just kiss me already.”

I purse my lips, but he places his finger on my lips. “Not yet, Princess.”

“Princess?” I gasp.

“Yes, Princess. My princess.”

“That’s what …”

“What
I
called you, yes. And I won’t stop now. You like it when I do because you
are
my Princess.”

I blush from that comment, and he places his finger underneath my chin, tipping my head up. “Do you know what I want right now?”

“No,” I say. “Well, I could guess. It has something to do with your cock.”

“I want to fuck you,” he says gruffly. “Not just with my cock but with my hands and my mouth as well. But I need you to do something for me, too.”

“What?”

“What I want is for you to call me …” He stops talking, purses his lips, and waits, as if he wants me to finish his sentence. I already know what he wants. It’s perfectly clear. He’s Leo King, but he’s also Mr. Awesome. I just have to put one and two together. He loves control, and he’s not afraid to take what he wants … which is me.

All I have to do is give in.

“Sir …” I mumble.

“Exactly.” He gives me a peck on the neck. “And how do you ask for something?”

“Please, fuck me, Sir?” I muse, chuckling a little.

A smirk builds on his face. “Good. That’s what I like about you. You’re a quick learner, always eager to please me.”

He caresses my cheek, brushing his lips against mine, tempting me.

“You’re such a dirty, bossy asshole,” I say.

“And you like it,” he whispers, blowing hot air across my lips.

A smile spreads on my lips, and before I know it, we’re kissing again. I just can’t get enough of him; he’s like some kind of drug, or better yet … chocolate. Just as sweet and delicious, but oh so addictive.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“What, Princess? Getting wet for me?” He licks his lips while his fingers travel down my body to rub my pussy. My panties are getting soaked as he circles my clit with his thumb, and my breath comes out in short gasps.

“You want me to fuck you, Princess?”

“Yes …”

He playfully slaps my breast, causing me to squeal. “Try again.”

“Fuck me, please, Sir,” I moan, as he tugs on my sore nipple.

“Oh, I will, but first, let me taste that pussy,” he says, grinning.

He reaches behind my back and releases my bra clasp, dropping it to the floor. Cupping my breasts, he squeezes and pinches them, making me moan out loud. Suddenly, he places his hand on my chest and pushes me down.

“What are you—”

“Shh. It’s playtime now, Princess. You follow my rules and do as I say,” he says, placing his finger on his lips.

I shudder, taking a short breath when he rips down my panties, too. For a moment, he just looks at me, biting his lip, as if he’s enjoying the view. His finger gently strokes down my pussy, setting me ablaze. I buck when his finger leaves again, wishing he didn’t stop.

“Patience, Princess,” he muses.

Then he walks around the table and unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the holes with a lot of noise. He grabs my hands and wraps the belt around my wrist.

“Now, the safe word is pear, just like last time. Remember it.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say. “Pear. Got it.”

“Although I don’t think you’ll need it …” he muses, the left side of his lip quirking up into a devilish smile. “After all, you must be dying to let me lick you.”

“Oh, yes …” I moan.

He pinches my nipple and tugs so hard that I squeal. “It’s Sir to you. Don’t forget, Princess.”

“Ah, yes Sir!” My heart is beating like crazy, and all my nerves are on fire. His possession of me is crazy, in a good way. It’s not pain, it’s excitement, and I love the way it feels.

“Hands above your head. I don’t want to see them move an inch,” he says.

He places them above my head and then walks back to my legs. Standing between them, he nudges them apart with his hands, leaning forward to blow hot air onto my pussy. I wriggle underneath him, desperate for him to touch me.

“Oh, so sensitive,” he muses. “Don’t explode too soon, Princess. I want to enjoy tasting you.”

His tongue dips out to playfully stroke my lips, giving me a taste of what’s to come. He’s being a tease, and he knows it; I can tell from the smug look on his face. He loves torturing me, and I can’t say anything or I’m sure he’ll punish me. He’s waiting for me to do it, waiting for an excuse to spank me. Any other day I would misbehave just to make him do it, but now all I want is his mouth on my pussy.

And oh Lord, when he licks my clit, I’m lost in him.

What he can do with his mouth is insane. He kisses my mound, licks me like he’s hungry, and presses his mouth to my pussy like he wants to eat me whole. He has crazy skills, and the way he swipes his tongue up and down makes me writhe.

I’m dying to hold onto him, but my hands are bound. With a flat hand, he holds me in place, spreading his fingers across my belly while driving me insane with his tongue. His other hand digs into my thighs, pushing apart my legs as I attempt to wrap them around him.

“Open up for me, Princess. No closing your legs for me,” he murmurs against my pussy.

He licks up my wetness and probes my entrance with his tongue, thrusting inside a few times. I’m moaning hard, holding onto the belt like it’s my only lifeline because I’m about to drown in ecstasy.

“You wanna come, Princess?” he whispers, circling his tongue around my clit again and again.

“Oh, God, yes!”

“Sir will suffice,” he jokes.

“Can I come, please, Sir?” I ask because I know he loves it. I don’t even know why I want him to allow me to. Maybe I’m just addicted to this game of domination. Or maybe I’m just addicted to him.

“Not yet, Princess,” he muses, still licking and kissing me senseless.

I’m about to explode, but I know I can’t. Somehow, just knowing I’m not allowed to stops it. As if my body
wants
to obey his every command.

He comes back up and zips down his pants. They drop to his feet, and then he lowers his boxer briefs. His cock springs out already erect and bounces up and down, catching my attention. I lick my lips at the sight, and a cocky smile appears on his face when he sees me.

“You ready for me, Princess?” he says, stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs.

“Oh, yes,” I whimper, staring at his hard-on. I realize right now that for the first time I’ll fuck Mr. Awesome while knowing it’s him, something I’ve been dreaming of, which is now a wish come true.

“I’m clean. You’re clean too right?”

I nod.

“Condoms spoil the fun,” he says. “I want to feel your tight, wet pussy wrap around my cock.” He groans as he rubs his tip against my entrance, teasing me to the limit.

“Oh, please …” I mumble.

“Please what?” he says.

“Please, fuck me, Sir,” I murmur. “I want it.”

“You want this?” he says, pushing in just a little.

I moan, feeling the pressure rise. I’m so close that I could burst right now.

“Don’t you come yet, Princess. I want to fuck this pussy first.” He gives my mound a playful slap, causing me to buck. “Mine,” he adds.

My senses are aroused, and goosebumps scatter on my body as he pushes inside.

“Oh, it feels so good,” I say, as he fills me completely.

“Open your legs, Princess,” he says. “Show me how much you want it.”

I part my legs, and he takes out his cock to thrust back in again. The feel of him inside me is heavenly, and all I can think of is having him deeper and deeper. He holds my waist while he dips in and out slowly, almost to the point of torturing me. I think he’s enjoying the fact that I’m on the edge. There’s a certain gleam in his eyes that gives it all away, and that smile of his … damn, I can’t decide whether I want to tell him to fuck me harder or to give him a big, fat punch in the face for teasing me like this.

“You want me to go hard?” he asks gruffly.

“God, yes, please,” I murmur.

He slaps my inner thigh, causing me to moan and twitch.

“What do we say?” he growls.

“Yes, Sir,” I say.

“Good.”

He thrusts harder, moving the table with him. He bites his lip while watching me, and I can almost feel his stare penetrate my skin as he watches my boobs bounce up and down. He moves his thumb to my clit and circles it as I desperately claw at the table. The belt around my wrists makes arousal course through my veins, and his groans and rough handling pushes me to my limit.

“Oh, fuck me,” I say. “Harder, Sir.”

“Gladly.” He pumps into me with fervor, digging his fingers into my thighs as he toys with my clit. When he hears my whimpers, he says, “Not yet, Princess.”

“Please …” I moan. “Oh, Leo …”

“You want to come that badly, Princess?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” I moan. “Please, let me come, Sir.”

He thrusts into me so deeply I gasp. “Come all over my cock, Princess. I want you to milk me.”

“Can I?”

“Come, now!” he growls, thrusting in me with everything he has.

And then I explode. My entire body convulses, lust rippling through me like waves. His cock becomes more rigid inside me as my muscles clamp around him, every nerve in my body awakening. A loud roar bursts from his mouth, and then a hot jet of seed spurts into me. Again and again he thrusts, filling me up to the brim.

Panting, my head drops to the table as he takes out his cock while he’s still groaning. “Fuck, I needed that.”

“Ha, so did I,” I mumble.

“But I’m not done yet,” he growls.

And then he pulls my legs. I squeal as he hauls me off the table, onto my feet, and grabs the belt to pull me with him. “Come.”

“Where are we going?”

He gazes at me over his shoulder, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. “The question you should be asking is ‘what am I going to do with you?’”