Page 2 of The Possession
A trail of goose bumps graced my arms as I thought about the last time I’d left my position. I hadn’t been able to sit for three days.
The memory both frightened and aroused me, causing me to clench my thighs. There was something deliciously forbidden about our relationship, and it caused me to ache in all the right places.
Master Luka owned me.
He took care of me.
He worshiped me.
He fucked me.
He shared me.
Some part of me should hate him for this dark addiction, but instead I found myself craving him every moment of every day.
Which was why I put on the dress and waited for him. Why I plaited my long, dark hair into the braids I knew he enjoyed. And also why I slipped a lacy mask over my eyes.
The presentation was all part of the game. One misstep and he’d notice. I had to be perfect. Calm.Breathe.
I inhaled slowly.
Then exhaled.
And repeated.
He would arrive when he was ready. Counting the minutes would only worsen the ache, so I fell into a trancelike state, my entire world his for the taking.
Every sound became a beat of expectation, causing my heart to race inside my chest.
Is that him? Is he finally here? Who did he bring home with him? Would they be new friends or ones I already knew?
Desire throbbed inside me, coupled with fear.
There were certain friends of Master Luka’s that I didn’t enjoy playing with. They were too rough. They enjoyed blood, and they liked trying to make me scream.
Somehow, Master Luka seemed to know my intrinsic fear of those few men and had never brought them back again to play. But what if that changed tonight? What if I’d done something to upset him? Would he allow them to punish me?
I shuddered at the thought.
No. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Master Luka also never shared his punishments; he handled those himself.
Tonight was about fun.
Pleasure.
Sex.
Decadent, addictive fucking designed to take me to new heights.
I nearly groaned at the expectation, then stilled as the sound of footsteps echoed outside the door.He’s home.
My palms slicked with anticipation while my chest pounded with trepidation. I forced myself to swallow, to focus on the ground, and to not peek up at him as he entered. It was a feat in itself because I loved admiring Master Luka.
He was an Adonis, with chiseled features and a powerful body built to dominate mine. His thick, dark hair felt like silk between my fingers, and his closely trimmed beard often tickled my thighs when he kissed me intimately. Oh, but his midnight eyes were my favorite, the way they always watched me, sensing my needs before I even knew them.
The perfect Master.
MyMaster.
