Chapter One Hundred and Twelve – Something New

Wyart

I am sitting at the bottom of my bed, only in my boxers, waiting for Alyssa. She is changing in the other room before we go to the playroom. I am getting a little impatient, but I know it will be worth the wait.

The sound of my bedroom door opening grabs my attention. I lift my head, eager to see what she has chosen. The second she steps inside, I swallow hard, and my cock stirs to life. A sexy, partly see-through slip covers her. Well, I say covers, but it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It is low-cut, with part of her breasts and stomach on show. It clings to the curves of her hips and is very short, covering only her pussy.

Alya has stockings on to match the slip. Her hair is in a side braid. Fuck! She looks damn sexy. Her lips curl into a smirk as she saunters towards me. I lick my lips as my eyes trail her body. The woman is a goddess! No woman has ever driven me as wild as she can.

Alyssa stops a few inches away from me. “What do you think, sir? Do you approve?” she purrs, tugging on her lower lip between her teeth.

I reach my arm out and grip her hip, pulling her to me. I open my legs and pull her between them.

“Mmm, yes, I approve. You look sexy.” I groan and run my hands over her ass.

I trace my hands up the back of her thighs. She lets out a deep moan, and her skin heats up under my touch. I slide them under the slip, and I soon realize she has no panties on.

“No panties, baby girl?” I smirk.

She shakes her head and climbs into my lap. “No, I wanted to give you easy access.”

I swat her ass. “That’s my girl.”

She whimpers and presses her lips to mine in a heated kiss. I groan and happily kiss back. She grinds against me, deepening the kiss. My cock is now standing at full attention, desperate to bury itself deep inside her pussy.

“Stop,” I mumble into her lips.

She whines but pulls back. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t stop, I will fuck you right here,” I pant.

“I don’t see the problem,” she replies, confused.

“The problem is, if we get started in here, we won’t make it to the playroom.”

“Good point, sir.” She smiles and climbs off my lap.

Alyssa extends her hand to me. I take it, and she helps me to my feet.

I yank her to my chest. “I can’t wait to do so many naughty things to you.”

“There’s something I want to try that we haven’t done before,” she whispers.

“Which?” I ask curiously.

We have tried a lot of things. Probably more than I ever thought we would by this stage. Yes, there is still a lot for us to try, so it could be anything.

“Take me to the playroom and find out, sir,” she says seductively.

Now, I really am intrigued. I take the key from one of my drawers to let us into the playroom. I pick Alyssa up and toss her over my shoulder. She lets out a squeal, not expecting it.

“Wyatt, put me down,” she giggles, wriggling in my arms.

I slap her ass again, harder this time. “No, now stop squirming,” I demand.

She whimpers, “Yes, sir.”