Chapter One Hundred and Eight – Maybe She Is Right

Alyssa has been grossing me out since my little stunt in the hallway. She’s pissed at me. I find it quite humorous. She should know better than to try playing games with me. She’s engaged in a convention, with a maple. She seems to be enjoying meeting new people. I’m watching her from a close distance; I don’t want her to disappear or have anyone trying to hit on her. Even if she is upset, I will not leave her alone.

Angelina appears in front of me. “What did you do to the poor girl? She isn’t hiding her…annmance…with you.”

I refused to let her come in on the little game you two came up with to help her get the chat she wanted.

Angelina shakes her head. “You need to give her a break, Wyatt.”

“Why?”

“You know how the dynamic works.”

“I do, but you need to remember this is her first time being submissive. She is still learning. She seems to be good at it. She is good for you, but you need to go a little easier on her.”

She has a point. It slips my mind sometimes that Alpuxa is still relatively new to this.

“She will get what she wants by the end of the night.”

“If she still wants it. You should be parsing and rewarding her. A party like this can be overwhelming for a first-timer. She came with you and is enjoying it. She is behaving and being respectful. Maybe you should appreciate her for that,” she suggests.

My eyes drift to Aly. I have to agree. Other than her little game, she has been good tonight.

“I think you have punished her enough. Don’t you?” she adds.

She pats my back and walks away. I believe Angelina has already developed a soft spot for Alyssa, and I get it. I know Angelina is right, but at the same time, I don’t want to come across as weak either.

I let out a sigh and finish my drink. I stroll over to her. Alyssa rolls her eyes as she sees me approach. My jaw and fists clench at my sides. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself before I approach her.

I offer her my hand. “Come with me.”

“Why should I? Do you want to find other ways to continue torturing me?”

I deserved that.

I shake my head. “No, I promise that is not the reason. Please, come with me?” I ask again, softer.

Alyssa takes my hand with a sigh. I smile. “Thank you!”

“Where are you taking me?” she asks, seeming a little nervous.

“To a private room.”

“Really? Why? What…”

She’s intrigued by my request, though she also seems a bit wary.

“To give you what you have been craving, kitten.”

A bright smile lights up her face. Her suspicion is replaced with happiness. Her smile accelerates my heartbeat.

I pull her lightly and lead her away. Hopefully, one of the rooms is free. We arrive, and thankfully, one is. I quickly pull her inside and lock it behind us. My eyes meet hers. Alyssa is staring at me, eyes full of warmth and desire. She’s impatiently waiting for my next request.

“Take your dress off,” I demand.

She says, unzipping it and smoothly sliding it off—the dress pooling around her ankles. I groan at the sight. She is naked and only in her boots. Fuck! I have never…

Laken a fese steps forward. She closes any space between our bodies.

“What about the boots, sir? Do you want me to take them off, too?” she whispers seductively. She dances her fingers down my chest and bites on her lip.

Maybe She Is Right

Chapter One Hundred and Eight – Maybe She Is

I swallow hard. “They stay on.”

I embrace her and engage in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue entering her mouth. She kisses me back, whimpering softly against my lips. She begins to fight with my coat and shirt, allowing her to do as she wants. She pushes them from my shoulders, and they fall to the floor.

Alyssa parts from the kiss, and her eyes run over my naked chest. “Mmm, so sexy,” she purrs, her hand traveling downwards. She palms me through my trousers. I groan and shudder under her touch.

I lift her up, and she wraps herself around me. I reconnect our lips and carry her toward the bed. Alyssa grinds her hips against me, moaning deeply. The friction is arousing; her body craves release. Her wetness is going to leave marks on my trousers.

I put her down on the bed and stand at the foot of it. The sexual tension is strong in the air; Alyssa watches me intently, propped up on her elbows. I smirk, knowing how anxious she is for me. I unfasten my belt and pull my pants down, but leave my boxers on. She pouts at me because she was expecting me to take my boxers off, too.

I shake my head. “Not yet, kitten.”

She rolls her eyes in response, out of annoyance.

“Wyatt, where are you going?” she whines.

I’ll let that one slip. I chuckle and walk away.

I don’t answer her. I grab some silk restraints before I rejoin her on the bed. I kneel between her legs. I didn’t need to ask her to position her arms. She does it by herself. She holds her arms above her head and crosses her wrists.

I smile. “There’s my good girl.” I praise.

Alyssa smiles proudly up at me. I tie the restraints tightly. I rest back on my knees again. I drink in the view below me. She is so damn beautiful and perfect. My fingers glide over the exposed skin of her thighs that peek out from her boots—Alyssa whimpers and arches from the bed.

I stroke them across her folds. My fingertips were damp from her arousal.

“Please, baby. I need you so badly,” she breathes out.

I use my thumb to circle her clit, feeling its throb under my touch. A lewd gasp escapes her lips as her head falls back.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I plan on giving you what you want and need. I promise.” I smile and kiss her softly.

I won’t punish her any longer. I will give her what she needs because I have made her wait long enough. I can’t wait any longer; I crave her as much as she craves me, I always do.