Chapter One Hundred and Five: Should I Be Worried?

Alyssa. It was a me-time exploring. After a few drinks, I was feeling good and more at ease. I won’t have any more since there is a limit. Wyatt and I have spent some time together, and I never realized that watching others have sex could turn me on so much. Every day brings new knowledge. It was a little overwhelming for me.

I was incredibly aroused and asked Wyatt to take me somewhere to have sex. I didn’t receive what I desired from him. It was all part of his punishment for my behavior last night. I am struggling, but I am trying my best not to show him that because he will use it against me.

He has taken me to one of the other rooms where the guests are mostly drinking, socializing, and dancing. A few people are making out and getting a little touchy-feely, but it’s not as intense as the other area. I was getting way too hot to handle.

Wyatt places his hand on my knee, running it upwards. He pries my legs apart, and his fingers dance up my inner thigh. I close my eyes, moaning. My body is sensitive. He knows what he is doing.

Chuckling, he pulls his hand away. I glare at him, and he glances at me with a smug look. Crossing my arms over my chest, I half-heartedly…

“What are you doing to the poor girl?” A familiar voice grabs both of our attention, and we look up. Angelina stands in front of us, looking flushed. She must have been taking part in some activities before she came in here.

“Punishment for bad behavior,” he answers.

I roll my eyes, secure in Wyatt’s inability to see me.

Angelina raises her brow at him. “Since when do you withhold sex as a punishment?”

Does he only do this to me? He doesn’t do this often. I don’t know what to think about it.

“That is mean, even for you. What did you do?” she questions curiously, her eyes on me.

“She instigated an argument and then attempted to make me forget about it. She disobeyed my strict orders and pleasured herself in the bath. All while on a video call with me while I was in public.”

“Nicely played, little sub,” she snickers.

I suppress a proud smile. It would make matters worse for me.

“You should know how it works. You are now in the role of a Domme. Don’t praise her for bad behavior,” Wyatt exclaims.

Angelina lowers herself in front of me. Reaching in, she gently pushes the hair away from my face.

“I do understand, but if my sub were as beautiful and willing as yours, I wouldn’t withhold sex. I’d explore alternative punishments for her. I don’t know how you can resist her.” She swallows hard and blushes. What is this woman doing to me? I’ve never been so affected by a woman.

He grabs her wrists, pulls her away, and possessively says, “She is mine.”

Angelina laughs. “Calm yourself. I have no intention of stealing her from you.”

“You couldn’t, even if you tried,” he replies confidently, his hand on my thigh.

“Are you sure about that?” she counters.

“She belongs to me. She likes being mine. You will be taking her away from me.”

My eyes darted between them. “Tim right here, guys.”

They both look at me. “Sorry, kitten,” Angelina adds in a soft voice.

I offered a word of thanks. Angelina sits next to me. I might be wrong, but I think there’s still sexual tension between them. Does he me? If Angelina remained submissive, would their relationship still…paint? I can’t help but wonder about these things.

“No luck finding someone?”

She shakes her head. “No, not yet.”

“The night is still young.”

I sit between them as they banter back and forth. I’m feeling slightly uncomfortable. I distract myself by people-watching. In their continued comfort with each other… something I should be…

“Where in the bathroom?”

I need a moment to myself, away from whatever is going on.

I stand up. Before I can say anything, Angelina gets to her feet and offers me her hand. I smile, taking it, and she pulls me up.

“If you haven’t returned her soon, I will come looking for you,” Wyatt warns.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be with her.” Angelina chuckles.

Angelina keeps a hold of my hand as she guides me towards a bathroom. All eyes were on her as she passes by. She’s undoubtedly the center of attention wherever she goes. I don’t know how she deals with all the attention. I would hate it.

It doesn’t take long to arrive at the bathroom. It has three stalls like you would see in a club. We each went to one, did what was necessary, and then washed our hands.

“Alyssa, are you okay? You seem a little off suddenly?” she asks, fixing her lipstick.

“Do I have anything to worry about? The chemistry and tension between you and Wyatt are still palpable.”

I must know. I prefer to ask her in Wyatt’s absence.

“Have nothing to worry about, sweetie. I promise. Wyatt and I are ancient history. I have no interest in Wyatt. He’s not interested in me. He’s completely captivated by you. Please, don’t stress,” she answers, reaching over to squeeze my hand.

She shakes her head. “It is okay. I get it. Alynna, Wyatt’s loyalty belongs only to you.”

“I certainly hope that’s the case.”

“Hint. You have nothing to worry about, I promise. I have no reason not to.”

“We should get back out before he comes hunting for us,” she giggles.

“Yes, but I think you should give him a taste of his own medicine. You need to be fucked, and I have the perfect plan to make that happen for you. Wyatt hates anyone touching what belongs to him, which I am sure you already know.”

“We can use that against him if you are up for it.”

Her expression is devilishly mischievous. What is she up to?

“What do you have in mind?”

“Follow my lead, okay? It will drive him crazy. He will be desperate to fuck you and remind you why you belong to him. Are you up for it?”

I need to be… I am so fucking horny and craving him so bad.

“Yes, he has that effect. Let’s go mess with him and get you what you want.”

It may end up getting me in over my head, but it would be so badly… I groan.

I got what I wanted first. Wyatt won’t see it coming, whatever she has planned. The fact that she was his submissive can help me. Her knowledge of him surpasses mine at this point. This can work in my favor.