Possession [s.m]

11.

•shawn•

"I want to show you something." She smiles before hoping off of the counter and pulling me upstairs.

Each room we open, either a couple in fucking inside of it, or multiple people are inside of it.

She opens a room with pink lights and a pole in the middle of the room, and I can't help but press her against the door.

"Take off my robe." She whispers, her eyes looking up at me. The way her eyes slightly go in together when she stares up at me makes me lose my breath each time.

I slowly take off her robe, revealing what she's been wearing under it. The red fabric just makes her look sexy, and I know she knows how much o love her in red.

I admire her beautiful body inside the sexy lingerie, as she looks up at me adoringly with her bottom lip in her mouth.

"I put this on just for you." She breaks the silence and I look up at her eyes.

"Yeah?" I press, loving the fact that she put this on just for me, and only for me.

"Yes." She whispers, before she lightly pushes me to the white couch in front of the pole.

I think that she is about to get on my lap, but instead backs up against the pole.

I can't take my eyes off of her as she begins to move around the pole, in that sexy lingerie on and devil horns on her head. 

My personal little devil stripper.

She dances on the pole like a professional, torturing me with every second that she spends moving.

I can't help but start to touch myself with my palm as she dances, because it's just so fucking hot.

She has been teasing me all night, but this is the most torturous one.

She then walks towards me, looking taller because of the inches the heels gives her.

I don't even want to take off the clothing she put on for me. She unbuckles me and pulls my pants down before lowering her soaking pussy on me.

Instinctively, I grab her hips to hold them in place so I can plunge myself into her but she forcefully grabs my hands and places them on her breasts.

She begins to grind her hips, and I surprisingly let her.

I'm not the type to let her take control when we fuck, and I can not believe that I'm allowing this right now.

To say that I don't enjoy it would be a lie, but it's torturing the fuck out of me. Each time she lowers herself as I'm in her is a torturous pleasure.

Fed up, I place her in front of me. I pound into her relentlessly while pulling on her curls, and listen to her moans filling the room.

After we finish, I carry her into the bathroom and wipe her clean of my come dripping down her leg, even though it was so fucking pleasing to see.

When she pulls me to her and kisses me, I can tell she wants me again. There's something in her kiss and the way she's looking up at me that indicates it.

"You want me again?" I ask her, and she nods. "Lets go home then."

We make our way out of the room, and I can't help but think about her on the pole again. She was so incredibly sexy doing that dance just for me, in thats lingerie she put on just for me, and her red lips I love so much with the horns on her head.

I don't think she realizes how incredibly beautiful she is. Her face, her body and her mind are all so beautiful.

I can't help but be possessive of her because I don't want anyone else to get to have that feeling she gives me.

She's my little prize possession.

My thoughts suddenly stop when I see the girl that I forgot the face of until I saw her. Those long brown hair, those big brown eyes and the dimples on her cheek. It was impossible to not recognize her.

Memories of me fucking her rise from the depths of my brain and that's all I can see.

She was one of the best girls I owned. Maria was so well trained and did absolutely everything I told her to without hesitation or any fuss.

When she started to develop feelings for me, I gave her back to Quentin like I did with all of the ones I owned. But I did keep her for a little longer than the ones before because she was exactly what I was looking for. At the time.

Maria's eyes lock with mine, and I watch the colour on her cheeks leave completely. Her smile disappears as she sees me, and her red cup falls to the floor.

I instantly look away and pull Rebecca out of this house so we can get the hell out of here.

There are so many questions clouding my mind like; what is she doing here? Does she go to college with Rebecca? How is she free?

"What is it?" Rebecca asks as soon as we are out of the house and on the steps.

"Nothing, let's go." I demand, she pulls her hand from my grip with a small struggled groan.

She knew I was hiding something, and knowing her, she won't let it go until she gets the information she wants, even if it's best that she doesn't know.

How the hell is she going to react to the fact that a girl I used to own most likely goes to the same school as her?

The front door then opens, revealing Maria. She steps out and stares at me and I suddenly wish I would brought a gun to shoot myself.

Actually, Jason first, then me.

I look at Maria, an unrecognizable expression upon her face then I look at Rebecca, pure confusion taking over her face.

"Master?" The word leaves her lips, and when I look at Rebecca's reaction, she begins to laugh like a crazy person.

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