Chapter One Hundred and Seven – I Should Have Known Better

I glance at Angelina as Wyatt pulls me away. A shared smirk passes between us as we acknowledge our plan’s success. Wyatt drags me down the hallway, out of sight of the room we were in. He pushes me forcefully against the wall. He grips the chain around my neck and pulls it, tightening it around my throat. I moan, the sensation arousing me.

“What the hack was that? Are you trying to provoke me, kitten?” he asks.

I bite my lip to suppress a smirk. “No, sir.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you knew exactly what you were doing.” He says and tugs the necklace again.

A gasp escapes me. Fuck, it feels good.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say sweetly.

He isn’t buying my bullshit.

“Get on your knees,” he demands, taking a couple of steps back and pointing to the floor before him.

“H-here?” My nervousness causes me to stammer.

“Yes, knees, now.”

I look at him, and he stares back. Can I do this? Right here in the hallways, visible to everyone? His expression becomes gentler. I know if I tell him I am not comfortable with it, he won’t force me. He will take me somewhere else.

I think about it for a moment and make up my mind. I smirk and reply, “Very well.”

I fall to my knees in front of him. His visible arousal is right in my face, showing through his pants. My actions seem to have surprised him. If I give him what he wants, I want it. I believe the cause of his excitement is from watching Angelina and me.

“You know what to do.”

I struggle with his pants and manage to pull them down, along with his boxers, freeing his cock from the tight fabric. I moan and lick my lips. I still don’t understand why he thinks it’s a punishment. I like sucking his cock. I reach in and circle my tongue on the crown. He groans and rests one hand on the wall behind me. I trace my tongue along every inch of his length.

“Fuck, take me in your mouth, Aly.”

I follow instructions. I envelop him with my mouth. Slowly, I guide him in until he reaches the back of my throat. I gulp and start pushing him in and out at a consistent rhythm.

“Yes, good girl, take it.” He pants.

His body trembles as I moan against him. I increase my pace. He rocks his hips in motion with my movements. I hear footsteps in the distance. I try not to think too much about it.

“Ignore it,” Wyatt breathes out.

The only response I can give with my mouth full is a moan. I remain focused on what I’m doing. His free hand finds its way into my hair. The sounds fade into the distance.

I stimulate his balls while continuing to suck his cock. He curses and groans. I love the sound he makes when I pleasure him. As he pulsates in my mouth, his breathing intensifies and becomes more audible. I can tell he’s close.

“Stop,” he abruptly says.

Though I’m reluctant, I obey. Removing him from my mouth, I look up at him, puzzled. Why did he stop? I jump to my feet.

Again, Wyatt pins me to the wall and kisses me roughly. I run my fingers through his hair. Wyatt’s hand slides between my thighs and tears off my panties. He lets them fall to the floor. I grasp my pussy. I gasp loudly and grind against his hands. I am turned on and completely soaked.

“Always so wet. Is that all for me or for Angelina?” his fingers brush over my clit.

“All for you, sir. I promise.”

“Turn around and hands on the wall,” he commands.

I comply and turn my back to him, placing my hands on the wall. Wyatt comes up behind me. He pries my legs apart and hikes my dress up to my hips. His hands land forcefully on my…

A squeal escapes my lips, and my legs turn to jelly.

“If you ever try to make me jealous like that again, I will make sure you regret it,” he warns and spanks me again.

My head drops, murmuring, “Understood, sir.”

He holds onto my hips and playfully teases me with the tip of his cock. He presses a few inches into me. It makes my whole body shiver, and my pussy pulses quicker, more intensely. He withdraws afterward.

“Wyatt, please,” I beg. I can’t take much more…

He repeats the same action a few times. My frustration grows with each attempt. Eventually, he roughly inserts his cock completely into me. I scream, and my nails scrape down the…

“This is what you need, isn’t it? You are always desperate for my cock.” He rasps and thrusts deeper.

“Yes, sir,” I cry out.

His hand circles my throat from behind. Wyatt continues to be rough with me, and I love every second of it.

“Fuck, so good.” I whimper.

Wyatt’s cock stiffens, and his movements become more gradual. He breathes heavily in my ear. The fingertips of the hand still on my hips dig into my skin. It will leave a mark. He’s…

“Are you ready for me? I am going to come so hard inside of you.” He says between his loud pants.

Breathless, I can only nod. He curses and grunts, saying my name. He soon explodes. He releases inside me, and his come spills out, trickling down my legs.

He finishes and draws out of me. I am close to the edge, painfully so. He spins me around to face him. I expect him to finish me with his fingers or tongue. I am wrongly mistaken.

He distances himself from me with a smirk. He pulls his boxers and trousers back up. He stuffs my torn panties into his trouser pocket.

“You aren’t going to let me come?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, you can go without.”

“Wyatt, please! I am so close.” I whine.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before your little game, kitten,” he says, kissing my forehead.

“Wyatt! Please, I am sorry.” I beg.

He shrugs, laughs, and walks away from me. I should have known better. I adjusted my dress, trying to disregard the uncomfortable throbbing between my thighs.

Sucking his cock was not my punishment. It was not letting me come. Asshole! I groan in frustration and follow him.

“Are you alright, angel?” he asks smugly as I catch up with him.

I glare at him and storm off. I can hear his laughter from behind. If Wyatt has anything to do with it, the rest of the night will be pure torture. I need to come! I need him to fuck me.