His Possession

The feeling

PEYTON’S POV

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I turn for the billionth time , sleeping restless. It feels like I have been awake for days , my eyes burn and it feels like my adrenaline was spiking and my mind was spinning with thoughts .

It wasn’t any sort of thoughts , it was thoughts that consist of his fingers inside of me , the way his hand slipped into my bikini bottoms and the way he softly spoke to me .

It felt like he cared , for that small moment , he cared . He didn’t off or something , he focused on my needs , focused on pleasuring me .

I turn on my back , my fingers fiddling with the covers that are just above my bellybutton .

I clench my thighs , a shiver running down my spine , my stomach tightening and I flutter my eyes shut . My one hand slipping under the duvet and into my soft cotton shorts. I fiddle with the lacy underwear before slipping my hand under the the material , my core wet and hot .

I think of Miles as my fingers slip in between my folds , my legs jerking as I put pressure on the centre bud . I reach more down , dipping one finger into my entrance , my hips bucking up as a source of heat rushes through my entire body and I feel on a high as I slip my fingers in and out of my cunt . I slide my slippery fingers over my c**t , the euphoric feeling making my chest heave lightly as I circle my c**t until my toes curl , my back arches and my legs clamp shut , my orgasm ripping through me and I feel like my body relax .

I scoff , I never felt this relaxed in a while .

I turn on my side before sitting up and pad over to the shower , stripping out of my clothes and I climb in , standing under the heated water .

I wash myself , massage my scalp as I wash my hair .

I climb out and get dressed before I crawl into bed . I turn on my side , curling my arms around the pillow before I snuggle under the duvet and it didn’t take long before sleep took over .

Two minutes , it felt like two minutes before that stupid loud intercom goes off , his low voice booming through the speakers . “Breakfast in fifteen minutes Peyton , I hope you’re awake .” He sounds in such a good mood .

I groan , shoving my face into the pillow .

I fell asleep like two minutes ago and he is sounding too cheerful for my liking .

My hair is still damp , but luckily not soaking , my pillow cold and I sit up right , dragging my tired sorry ass out of the bed .

“Asshole .”

I scoff as I pad over to the sink , I brush my teeth and then my hair , braiding it in a dutch style before I pad over to the closet , staring at the annoying amount of dresses and fancy clothes .

Why doesn’t he have shorts and t - shirts ? Something comfy ?

I sigh , looking at the black set of cotton pajamas and I put on a black lacy panty and a black bralette before I get dressed in the black cotton shorts and black cotton t - shirt that has a v - neck .

I am over dresses and fancy things . I hate it .

I hate this wardrobe and I hate feeling like a damn f*****g doll .

The door unlocks , making me roll my eyes as I slip my feet into black pumps and I stand in front of the still shut door , watching as it opens and Elaine walks in , her eyes widening as she takes in the length of my body .

“What ?” She freezes , as if not knowing what to say or do . “Why aren’t you dressed ?” She asks baffled .

“I am dressed .” I smile innocently before brushing past her statue like body , only her eyes following me . I glance at the door that leads to the steps , it’s locked and I can’t even try to escape as she stands baffled , “Are you coming ?” I ask her as I glance at her over my shoulder . She turns and faces me , “You have to get dressed in something else .” She insists and I shake my head at her . “I won’t , I am not a doll and if I were , I don’t want to be an uncomfortable doll and all of that clothes ..” I point to inside the room , “It’s uncomfortable and I won’t wear it .” I shrug , “Now are you coming or are you staying ?” I ask , raising a brow at her .

She seems so frightened , but I can’t deal with any of this . I pity her and I will apologize if she gets into trouble because she doesn’t deserve to experience Miles’s wrath , I am pretty sure she already did , but I will stop him from hurting her , because even if he acts all big and macho , he isn’t .

It’s uncomfortably awkward as we walk to the dining room , but I breathe it out .

I shouldn’t be scared , if he wanted me dead , then I would be dead .

Walking into the dining room , I could feel his brown orbs boring into me , his eyes trailing over the length of my body as he sits at the head of the table . I don’t acknowledge the angry look on his face as I walk up to my chair , standing next to it . “May I sit ?” I ask politely and his eyes flick up to mine . “Yes .” He grits out . “Thank you , sir .” It feels like I am walking on thin crackable ice , I could tell he was angry just because I was wearing pajama’s to the dining room , so I decided to follow the rest of his controlling rules .

I sit down , ignoring his intense gaze . It felt like my skin was on fire . I could tell he was annoyed , his fingers tap against the table , harder , faster until he slams his hand down on it .

“What the hell are you wearing ?” He bellows angrily .

Well at least it took him longer to explode than I originally thought .

I act oblivious , looking down at the black pajama set that I comfortably sat in .

“Pajamas .” I smile , silently wishing that I had left my hair down so that I could hide behind it .

“Pajamas .” He chuckles , but there was no humor in his little sadistic laugh .

“Yep .” I focus my eyes on the plate in front of me , almost smiling as I see the door opens as servants come in with loads of foods .

They halt in their steps , their heads turning downwards and I turn to look at Miles , his hand in the air , signaling for them to stop and stay where they are .

“What’s the matter ?” I ask innocently .

He rubs his finger over his full eyebrow , shaking his head .

“Why are you wearing pajamas to breakfast ?” He asks in a low tone and I could tell he was trying not to loose his temper .

Maybe if I tell him the truth , he won’t be this mad anymore . I mean , any human being would understand the need to feel comfortable in the clothes that they are wearing .

“It’s comfortable .” I tell him honestly .

His eyes narrow into slits , his jaw tightening as he bites down on his teeth .

“Comfortable ? Is the rest of the damn clothes in your closet not comfortable ?” He grits out . I shake my head and I watch as his tongue circle the inside of his cheek .

“Use your words .” He grits out annoyed , emphasizing each word .

“No .” I gulp . He jerks his jaw side to side , snapping his fingers and the servants continue to walk towards us , dishing our plates for us .

“Tell Elaine to come in .” He demands the servant before she walks away .

He starts to butter his toast and I watch him , waiting for him to snap at me .

“What kind of clothes are comfortable for you ?” He asks , clearly still annoyed .

“Shorts and big t - shirts , normal t - shirts , jeans , sneakers , flip flops .” I name them , biting back the smile that wants to form on my lips . I thought he would have been angrier at me , but he isn’t .

“Jeans ?” He frowns and I nod .

“Anything but dresses and high heels . It’s all pretty and I don’t mind them , I don’t ..” , “But ?” He asks , raising a questionable brow at me . “But to wear them everyday , it’s uncomfortable and I can’t do it . It’s not who I am . It’s now how I grew up .” I explain . He hums in response and I begin to eat the slices of french toast with grated cheese on them . There was bacon on the side , but I highly doubt that I would be able to eat all three slices .

Elaine walks in and she walks toward him , stopping right next to him , her hands behind her back . “Yes sir ?” She bows her head . “Get catalogues of shops , bring them back and have Peyton decides what she wants . She’s uncomfortable in dresses , she wants shorts , t - shirts , jeans and anything but dresses and heels .” He waves her off and my heart lightly swells , he remembers everything .