Chapter One Hundred and Six: It Is All Part of a Plan

My patience is wearing thin while I wait for Alyn and Angelina to return. If they aren’t here in a few minutes, I’ll go and find them. I tap my fingers on the arm of the sofa. Mom emanates a familiar laugh. Shaking my head, I notice them approaching. They seem to be getting along well, and I don’t know what to think about it. I have no reason to be concerned; I trust both of them. Alyssa, even more so. I haven’t seen Angelina recently, so she could have changed in the past year. Is it possible to convince Alyssa to rave for another woman? Hmm. That’s not something she would do. I’m just being overly cautious.

They settle down on the sofa with me. I turn to Alyssa. She looks at me and smiles. I reach in and grab her face. My action makes her gasp. I close the space between us and kiss her roughly. I want to remind everyone once again who she belongs to. She whimpers into my lips and grabs my thigh. It rapidly escalates into a passionate kiss. It is enough to make my rock hard in my trousers.

Breathless, I pull back before losing control. Alyssa stares at me, flushed and panting heavily. I smirk, creating distance between us once more.

“Are you planning on tormenting me all night long?” she pouts.

I shrug and smirk. “Maybe, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. Is she attempting to draw out her punishment? That’s precisely what will happen if she maintains that attitude.

I give her a firm look. She diverts her eyes to the ground. “Sorry, sir.”

“Strike one, kitten. If you reach three by the end of the night, I will find other ways to punish you for longer,” I warn.

I take a sip of my scotch and nod. I glance around, seeing what everyone else is doing. From the corner of my eye, I notice Angelina whispering to Alyssa, which redirects my focus.

“What are you two whispering about?” I ask, annoyed.

Angelina shakes her head. “You need to let loose, Wyatt. Stop worrying about everything. I only asked if she wants to dance.”

Alyssa’s eyes meet mine. “Can I please, sir?”

Her request for permission stems from her awareness of my dislike of other men looking at her. They will be when she is dancing. The girls will be the center of attention.

“Yes, can she? Or are you going to say no because of your possessive ass?” Angelina asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I glance between them and sigh. “Fine, you can, but stay close, okay? I don’t want any other man getting close enough to touch you.”

I know a lot of people in the room, but not all of them. I don’t trust everyone in here, especially not with my submissive girlfriend. I don’t want to be the reason she doesn’t have fun while she’s here. She is only dancing; it isn’t like she is taking part in anything sexual.

Alyssa smiles brightly and kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”

Angelina winks at me. I hope she isn’t secretly planning something. She offers her hand to Alyssa, who takes it, and she pulls her to her feet. There’s a good chance I may regret agreeing to this. I notice people are already looking at them.

Angelina takes them to a spot in the room, one not too far away from me. They begin to dance, just having fun and being silly. I chuckle as I watch them. I am happy Alyssa seems more relaxed than when we arrived here.

I have a strong desire to bring her to one of the private rooms, and I might do so before the night is over, but I will resist for as long as I can. I already gave in to her earlier before we left to come here. That wasn’t supposed to happen! The woman makes me so damn weak sometimes. It is something that doesn’t happen often.

The song changes—a song with a sexier beat and lyrics. Angelina moves closer to Alyssa. There are only inches between them. I shift on the sofa, trying not to think too much into it. They are only dancing, nothing more.

Angelina rests her hand on Alyssa’s hip, and she allows it. Any distance between them is gone. Their bodies are tightly together, and it is making everyone watch them closely. They move in a sensual manner. I grip the sofa, mixed emotions running through me. I’m experiencing a curious mix of envy and arousal.

Is Angelina trying to make me jealous? If so, it’s working. Angelina reaches into Alyssa’s hair.

Angelina looks directly at me and smirks. Is this part of some sort of plan? Are they doing this to purposely… again, whispering. Alyssa’s hand rests on her lower back as she smirks and looks at me.

I shot her an angry look. It doesn’t change anything. She playfully bites her lip, winks, and then returns her attention to Angelina. The throbbing in my cock is back and stronger than before. I shouldn’t be thinking these things, but part of me can’t help but wonder how good it would be to have a threesome. I know Alyssa wouldn’t, and it would be a bad idea, but I can’t help but be curious.

I get myself together. They continue to dance. I am close to my breaking point. Alyssa’s arms go around Angelina’s neck, and their faces are closer than ever. If they kiss, there is going to be trouble. No one is allowed to touch her lips except me unless I give permission, and it is part of what is going on.

I am okay with it.

Chapter One Hundred and Six: It Is All Part of a Plan

I struggle against it, but it becomes unbearable. I down my drink, jump to my feet, and rush over to them. Alyssa needs a reminder of who she belongs to, and I am the only one allowed…

I grab Alyssa’s hand. “Excuse us.” I drag her out of the room.

I am going to make her regret her actions. I have a suspicion that they plotted in the bathroom to help Alyssa get her way. Either way, it doesn’t matter because I am going to teach my mighty little sub a lesson.

Chapter Comments

Visitar: excellent hanger you got me.

Angelique White: need longer chapters, but I still enjoy the story.