His Possession

Demanding

PEYTON'S POV

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I didn't think he'd be so relaxed , but I could see he was still angry as we eat . I smile as Elaine leaves . " There's only one condition ." he clears his throat . " What ?" I gulp , I should have known there would be a catch . " I need to approve the clothes you pick ." he takes a bite of his bacon , wiggling it in between his fingers . " Why do you need to approve ? It's for my comfort ." I frown at him .

He is so controlling , it's like he can't live without control . It is like if he has to let go , to relax and let everyone be and have no say in their lives , he would die . He would drop to the floor , stop breathing and die .

" I am paying for it and I have a certain style . You can disapprove of my approval , but then you can keep shoving your body into uncomfortable dresses and high heels . Got it ?" he grins at me and I wish I could slap the smug look on his face right off of him .

" Fine ." I huff , not wanting to get into another f*****g dress for just walking around this god damn mansion . " Good ." he chimes . " Great ." I huff annoyed . I'm surprised when I pick up the piece of bacon , I ate all of the french toast . I stare at the crispy bacon in my hand , my stomach slightly full and I take a bite of it , sighing as it felt like my tongue is being pleasured . I haven't had bacon since my mom lived and this tastes delicious . It's like angels dancing on my tongue and heaven was opening in my body .

" It's just bacon ." he chuckles and I freeze . Is it visible that I was enjoying the bacon a little too much .

" I know ." I mumble , sitting up right . " Then why are you reacting like it's giving you a orgasm ?" I freeze as the last bite hovers right in front of my parted lips , I could feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment .

" Don't be shy , take that bite ." My eyes flick from my last bite to his darkened eyes , his orbs darkening as he smirks at me .

I could feel heat pooling between my legs as he stares at me like I am the bacon . " Not when you're looking at me like that ." I shake my head at him . " What's wrong with how I am looking at you ?" he grins and it's makes my stomach turn inside out .

" Everything , you're looking at me like how I am looking at this piece of bacon ." I look back at the bacon , eating the last bite .

I try to focus on the plate in front of me , shifting uncomfortably as I try to ignore his lustful stare . " Look at me ." he demands and I sigh , shaking my head at him . " Are you done eating ?" he asks and I am extremely overjoyed that he changed the subject .

" Yeah ." I sigh , looking at the two last strips of crispy bacon laying on the plate in front of me .

Miles waves over the two servants standing at the door and they pad over to us , their heads hanging low . " Clear this table , completely ." he instructs as he waves his hand over everything on the surface . They hurriedly do so , taking everything away and I awkwardly sit and watch , ignoring the glancing he's sending my way . " Leave and don't come back ." he demands as they take the last things .

" So what now ?" I gulp , the tension building in the room . " So now you stand and I stand ." he grins as he pushes his chair back with the back of his legs , standing up and I keep on sitting .

He's being too weird and I don't like the way he's looking at me .

" Get up ." he sighs , dragging his chair back . " No , you're being weird ." I scoff , grabbing the armrests of my chair as he rounds the table , standing right behind me . He bends forward , his head hovering right next to mine . " Get up Peyton ." he whispers , his hot breath fanning the sensitive skin right below my ear . I shake my head , gulping as I bite down on my teeth .

Why can't he just tell me what he wants to do ?

Why can't he tell me what he is thinking ?

Why can't he just let me be and leave me alone .

This feels so weird , the tension is so big that if he breathes wrong , I might fall on my back and roll over like an obedient dog .

His hands rest on my shoulders , rubbing them and the little tension in my back slowly fades as he massages me . I jerk upright as he grabs the back of the chair and pulls it back . " What are you doing ?" I shriek , hurriedly standing to my feet . I whip around , looking at him with wide eyes and the grin on his face makes me want to roll my eyes , but I refrain from it .

" I am making you stand up ." he shrugs . " Well I am up , so what now ?" I raise my eyebrows at him . He steps forward and I step back , the back of my leg hitting the dining table . " Now .." he smirks , closing the distance between us and we're standing chest to chest and I look up at him through hooded eyes , my chin still tilted down . " Now get on the table ." he demands and my lips fall agape , my eyebrows furrowing together in a frown . " Excuse me ?" I ask baffled . " I said get on the damn table ." he steps forward , his hands grab my waist and I almost fall back , he lifts me off the floor onto the table and he steps in between my legs as I sit on the table , the table I eat on and this feels very inappropiate .

" Move ." I shake my head , pushing my hands to his hard chest as I try to shove him back . He doesn't budge and I sigh as I look down .

How can he be this strong ? I used all of my strength and instead of his body moving back , it feels like my wrist almost broke .

" I'm comfortable where I am ." his hands slide down from my waist to my legs . His huge hands kneading my thighs right down to my knees .

I try to focus on my thoughts , trying to get him to stop , but my body wants this . My body is betraying me as my legs hug his waist .

He digs his fingernails into my skin , painfully dragging them as slow as possible up to my thighs before he grabs the side of my cotton shorts in his fists .

“I ..” . “Hush .” He shuts me up . He uses his pinkies , trailing circles on the side of my ass and my thighs beg to just clamp shut , but he smirks , lifting his one hand up , hooking his index finger under my chin .

He gently tilts my head up and my eyes widen in shock at the close proximity we are .

His eyes are right here , boring into mine .

His lips are right here , his breath fanning my face .

His nose is right here , barely touching mine .

And all I can do is breathe , but even that betrays me as I gasp in a lung full of air .

“You don’t like me .” He breathes out and I lightly scoff at him .

“You kidnapped me .” I remind him of the main reason his name isn’t written in any of my ‘ good books ’ .

“I freed you .” He argues back and I scoff again .

Is that what he thinks he has done ?

“What ?” He smirks , “You clearly don’t see what you’re doing .” I raise a challenging brow at him .

“What am I doing ?” His face inches closer and I pull my head back , sitting upright to ready myself to tell him exactly what he’s doing .

“You kidnapped me ..” he opens his mouth to say something but I slam my hand over his lips . “Shut up .” I tell him , his eyes widening in shock , “And then you claim you freed me ? How did you free me ? I was about to get a job , to live on my own and I was about to do things on my own . My life might have seem hopeless to you , but I had plans . Plans you stole when you kidnapped me and threw me into a small room , I feel like a f*****g hostage - oh wait , that is exactly what I am .” I chuckle , shaking my head .

His hand wraps around my wrist , pulling my hand from his mouth .

He c***s his head at me , a grin tugging at his lips . “You may sleep in that room , but you are more than welcome to wander around in my big house during the day . You eat for free , you stay for free , you don’t have to work and I will buy you whatever you could possibly need .” He argues back and I roll my eyes at him . “I don’t need you for all of that , I had plans .” I argue back .

“So do I .” He grits out and I clearly made him angry , his hand now squeezing my wrist painfully and I try to pull back , my eyes flicking between his hand and his dark dark orbs .

“Let go .” I mutter , pulling again and his other hand pushes me down onto the table , my back hitting the surface .

He hooks his fingers into my cotton pajama shorts and with one swift motion , he tugs them down , my panties following. “Stop .” I shriek and before I know it , he dips his head between my legs , his tongue flicking over my heated core .

I clench my thighs around his broad shoulders , wanting to push him away , but as soon as his tongue dips right into my cunt , a moan escapes my lips , my legs relaxing and I completely forget what I wanted to say .

All I can focus on was his mouth on my p***y and my back arches of the table as he slips two fingers into my cunt , his mouth sucking on my sensitive bud .

“f**k .” I groan , my fingers intertwining with his dark locks .

“Do you want me to stop ?” He asks as he places hot wet kisses on my inner thigh , pumping m slowly .

“No .” I tug his head back to my cunt and he chuckles before getting back to work .

His tongue does wonders , almost like magic and I couldn’t stop myself from clenching around his thick fingers as my orgasm rips through me .

I lay panting as he lifts his head from between my legs , slipping his fingers out of my right p***y and as I come up , he shoves his fingers past my lips , grazing my teeth and into my mouth .

“Suck .” He demands , his other arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me closer , his hard on pressing up against my thigh .

I choke as the tip of his fingers hit the back of my throat , his knuckles hitting my teeth and he grins , pulling them out .

“Do you like how sweet you taste?” He asks seductively and I gulp.

This is soo weird .

I nod .

“Use your words .” He grits out , slightly shaking his head .

“Yes.” It came out as a squeak and I feel highly embarrassed and exposed to him right now .