Chapter One Hundred – You Will Have To Wait

I woke feeling good after a great sleep, but that soon faded when I realized Wyatt wasn’t there. I thought he would have been here by now, or sneaked in during the night after I messed with him last night. Had he not come because he’s angry with me? It’s anyone’s guess. Perhaps he stayed up late and is still sleeping it off or nursing a hangover. Checking my phone, I found no texts or calls from him. My last interaction with him was when I bid him goodnight. He tried calling once after that, but I didn’t answer. If he is pissed at me, then our shopping trip is going to be hell, if it’s still even happening.

I let out a sigh, got out of bed, and went to make some coffee to begin my day. It’s awfully early. Why am I up at this time on my day off?

“Did you sleep well?”

The sound of a sudden voice made me jump and squeal. My gaze drifted across the room. Leaning back on a chair at my kitchen table, Wyatt had his…

“How long have you been here?!”

“Half an hour,”

“I’m… would you like a coffee?” I asked snertily.

He shook his head. “No, I want you to come here.”

The intense look in his eyes and the tone in his voice made me shudder. I swallowed hard, feeling nervous. I moved towards him with caution. He pushed his chair back and pointed for me to stand between his legs. I obeyed, my gaze fixed on the floor.

“Even me,” I whimpered and quickly looked at him. “Yes, sir.”

“Did you have fun last night with your little stunt in the bath?” he asked, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into me.

I whispered.

He wildly pulled me into his lap, grabbing my face. “You aren’t so confident now, are you, kitten, with me being right here?”

I shook my head.

“I’ve been plotting your punishment ever since you ignored my call.”

I gasped, “And what did you decide?”

I anticipated repercussions from my actions. It doesn’t make me feel any less nervous.

A loud chuckle escaped his lips. “Oh, you so that is the fun part. I’m keeping the what and when a secret. You will have to wait and find out… understand the wait will be agonizing for you,” he smirked.

My eyes widened. “What? No, you can’t do that to me.” I whined.

He ran his hands from my face down to my throat. “Yes, I can, and I will. You should have thought things through before you chose to be a little… huw? Now, you will deal with the consequences, baby girl.”

“Your plan is to… muach me until you decide to…?” I hulled.

I refrained from rolling my eyes; it would make matters worse for me if I did. I attempted to object, yet no sound escaped my lips.

A self-satisfied expression appeared on his face. “Güma… you’re not so talkative now, huh?”

He pressed his lips against mine. I moaned loudly, slipping my arm around him. He inakus me so damn madly!

My arm wound around his neck. I returned his kiss, desperately wanting him, my whole body…

Wyatt’s lips curved into a smirk. What is going through his head? Suddenly, his hand forcefully slapped my buttocks, causing my body to jolt. I groaned, breaking the kiss. The same hand he used on my…use ran up my back, stopping at my ponytail. He yanked it, breaking us from the kiss. The throbbing sensation between my thighs increased as I let out a moan.

“You aren’t getting what you want, not right now. First, get yourself some coffee, then, take a shower. After you shower, we can go out for breakfast… belone shopping.”

“Fine,” I muttered, annoyed, and left his lap.

“Do you really think giving me an attitude is the best thing for you to do?” He raised my brow at me.

“No. Sorry, sir. I am a little cranky. I’ll be alright after I have some coffee,” I shook my head.

It’s partially true. I’m in a bad mood because I’m feeling sexually frustrated as well. He better not leave me hanging all day because I don’t want to go on the parry in a shitty mood. I sighed, leaving the coffee and headed straight for my shower. I switched it on, stripped down, and stepped in, fighting the urge to sort my issues out. Leaning against the wall… I groaned again.

I didn’t stay in long. I wrapped a towel around me and strolled through to the bedroom to get ready to head out. I selected my clothes and sat at the foot of the bed to dry off.

I heard Wyatt approach my room. I was surprised he didn’t show up in the shower. I didn’t look up and focused on what I was doing. He stands in front of his crotch in my lace, his hand behind his back. I really want to pull down his jeans and boxers to suck his cock, but I won’t. He said I am not getting anything, and no matter how much I love sucking his cock, he isn’t getting anything either.

I slowly glanced up at him. “Do you need something, sir?”

“I need a lot of things, but I won’t take them,” he smirked.

“You can take what you want. I wouldn’t mind,” I whispered, biting my lower lip, hoping to encourage him.

He gently brushed the wet hair from my face and remarked, “Nice attempt, but you’re still not getting anything.”

I rolled my eyes. Damn it! I should not have done that.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

“Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed,”

Am I be getting what I need? God, please tell me he is. It is the only thing to stop the throbbing between my thighs. Wyatt came right up behind me. I waited eagerly for his next move, keeping my eyes forward since I haven’t been told otherwise. He yanked my towel off.

I was quick to realize he isn’t going to fuck me when his large hand came down on my left ass cheek roughly. I let out a squeal, caught off guard by the unexpected strength. He had assured me he would leave my rear ass red and raw. He mirrored the motion on my other cheek. I gave the same reaction, my head falling forward. Despite the intense… sting, it also provides a satisfying sensation.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, kitten,” he hissed, spanking each cheek another two times.

I ended up on the bed, panting heavily, my ass almost completely numb. I expect to have trouble sitting for the rest of the day. Wyatt climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.

“Your punishment for last night, angel. That was for your eye roll,” he said, rubbing my ass and kissing up my spine.

I aligned my eyes and moaned softly. I am aware of the dampness between my legs. His fingers grazed my folds, almost sending me over the edge before he…

“Imagine being warm and aroused all day, knowing nothing will be done about it,” he chuckled and climbed off the bed. “You should get ready, sweetness. We need to leave soon…”

I got out of the room, and I took my time getting into my clothes. My legs nearly buckled from under me. Asshole! He’s getting far too much enjoyment out of this! I’ll be good the rest of the day; maybe he will give in to what I crave.