Chapter One Hundred: You Will Have To Wait

“Fine,” I pattes, annoyed, and get off his lap. The babe’s my bere at me. To sou really think giving me an attitude in? I shake my head. “No. Socis, ah, I am a întle cranky. It’s partially bur. I’m in a bad mood because I’m feeling sexually frustrated. Sigh, leaving the refire and head straight to my shower. I saltch it on, strip als—I don’t stay in long. I wrap a towel around me and stand.

I hear Wyatt approach my room. I’m surprised he didn’t show hand behind his back. I really want to pull down his jeans and I’m not getting anything wither. I loudly glance up at him. “Do you need something, sir?”

“I need a lot of things, but I won’t take them.” He unicka. He’ll never leave me hanging all day because I don’t want to go to the party in a duty mood. I select my clothes and at the foot of the bed to dry off the sharket. I don’t buck up and brush on what I am doing. He stands in front of me, his etch in my face and…

“You can take what you want. I wouldn’t mind.” I whisper, shying on roy lover lijs, hoping to encourage him.

He gently brushes the wet hair from my face and remarks, “Nice attempt, but she sill not getting anything.”

I roll my eyes. Damn it! I should not have done that. “Stand up.” He commanda. I quickly get to my feet. “Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed.”

Is he giving me what I need? God, please tell me he is. It is the only thing to stop the throbbing between my thighs. Wyatt comes right up behind me. I wait eagerly for his next move, keeping my eyes forward since I haven’t been told otherwise. Lo, he yanks my towel off.

I am quick to realize he isn’t going to fuck me when his large hand comes 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 tear and red and raw. He is the mation on his other cheek. I give the rame reaction, my head falling forward. Despite the intense sting, it somehow provides a satisfying semuation.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, kitten.” He hisses, spanking each cheek another two times. I sink onto the bed, panting heavily, my ass almost completely numb. I expect to have trouble sitting for the rest of the day. Wyatt climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.

“In your punishment for last night, angel. That’s van for your eye is…” he says, rubbing my ass and kissing up my spine. I close my eyes and moan sodily. I am aware of the damp between my legs. His fingers graze my folds, almost sending me over the edge before he abruptly withdraws.

“Enjoy being wet and aroused all day, knowing nothing will be done about it.” He chuckles and climbs off the bed. “You should get ready, sweetness. We need to leave soon.” He walks out of the room, and I take my time to get to my feet. My legs nearly buckle from under me. Asshole! He’s getting far too much enjoyment out of this! The good the rest of the day; maybe he will give me what I crave.