Chapter Thirty: A Pretty Sight. - 1

I stand at the foot of the bed, admiring the view before me. I smirked, happy to have her finally restrained and under my control. I have been dying to do this since she first got an attitude towards me. I wish I had something better than a belt, but it will need to do for tonight. I don’t use them for restraining; for spanking, yes, but not this. It can be rough on the wrists. I can only hope she tells me if it is hurting.

“What a pretty sight. Open your legs for me, kitten, and give me a view of your sweet pussy,” I demand.

She whimpers and spreads them for me, giving me a great view. I groan and climb onto the bed, crawling up towards her. I kneel between her thighs and run my hands up them slowly, teasingly. She moans with the contact, her skin heating under my fingers.

I brush them over her wet folds. She arches from the bed, small, desperate pants coming from her lips. I pull back, and she huffs, glaring at me.

I slap the side of her thigh hard. “You aren’t getting what you crave.”

She cries out, and her head tilts back. “Wyatt, please, I am sorry.”

I laugh darkly and cup her pussy in my hand. “Oh, you will be.”

She is already struggling to breathe properly, and I have barely touched her. Good! It means it makes life much easier for me because I know how easily I can make her weak.

I push the material of her slip up by her breasts. I wanted to see all of her. I dance my lips down the valley between her breasts and over her ribs to her stomach. She gasps, coming up from the bed. I leave a trail of hickeys along her stomach in a perfect line. Her skin tastes sweet on my lips. She squirms under me. I pin her hips to the bed with my hands forcefully so she can’t move. She tugs at the restraints, getting frustrated with the lack of movement I am allowing her.

“You think this is all I can do? Wait until you are at mine; your hands won’t be the only thing tied up. I will sure you can’t move unless I permit you to,” I rasp.

“I will stay still, I promise, Sir.” She breathes out, her lustful eyes looking up at me.

I let go of her hips and tower over her. “Good girl,” I praise.

I graze my knee over her pussy. She groans and tries to gyrate her hips against it, searching for some friction. I smirk and back away, much to her dismay.

“Try something like that again, and I will leave you like this for the rest of the night. Are we clear?”

She chews nervously on her lip and nods. I take my place over her. I reach down and cover her lips with mine in a rough kiss. She moans deeply into my lips, kissing back eagerly. I lay my body on hers, my hard cock resting snuggly between her thighs. Her legs snake around me, and her hips rock up against me. I hiss, nearly breaking. It takes everything I have in me not to thrust my cock roughly into her.

I wrap my hand around her throat. “I warned you, Alyssa.”

She swallows hard, and I feel the gulp. “I can’t help it,” she whines.

“Are you really that desperate, kitten? Does your body need me that much? Do you crave me that much?” I ask smugly, slipping the tip of my cock into her with such ease because she is dripping.

I watch her eyes close over, and she cries out, “Yes, I am.” She squeals.

Chapter Thirty: A Pretty Sight. - 2

I push a little deeper, and she tightens around my cock. I draw out, and she lets out a disappointing sigh. The tip of my cock gleams with her wetness. She glances at me, eyes full of anger and a face of annoyance.

I laugh and climb off the bed. I walk out of the room. I hear her curse and call after me. I will return in a minute; I want to make her wonder what the hell is happening. I didn’t leave the room for her sake, more for mine. The second I felt her pussy around me, I knew if I stayed where I was, I would break.

I head into the bathroom, pacing for a moment to try to calm my hormones. I splash cold water on my face and look at myself in the mirror.

“You are the one in control. Remember that,” I whisper.

Alyssa does something to me, something I can’t yet explain. It will take me longer than I first thought to tame her and make her the perfect little sub for me. I will succeed, though. I have dealt with women like her before—well, not exactly like her because she is different from any other.

I shake it off, take a few deep breaths, and return to the bedroom. Alyssa’s eyes are firmly on the door, waiting for my arrival.

“Did I worry you? Did you think I was going to leave you here?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“I was going to, but I decided to give you one last chance. You disobey again; I will leave you without anything while you watch me get myself off multiple times.”

“I promise to be good. Please, I will do whatever you need, Sir.” She pleads.

She will learn eventually. I rejoin her on the bed. I sit at her side, and she turns her head to look at me. I sweep the hair away from her face. “Are your wrists okay?”

“They are fine, for now.”

I nod. I dance my fingers along her jawline and onto her neck. She closes her eyes, enjoying my touch. My fingers wander all over her body, raising goosebumps anywhere I touch.

I reach her pussy, circling my thumb on her throbbing, swollen clit. I keep my eyes on her, wanting to see her reaction. She closes her eyes and mutters words I can’t make out since they are between her heavy breaths.

“Eyes on me, Alyssa,” I command.

A squeak-like sound comes from her lips, but she obeys. I rub on her a little harder.

“Oh God, yes, fuck.” She chokes out.

I tease my fingers down her folds and press on inside her pussy, before adding a second. Her body reacts and moves to meet them. I will let her away with that one because it was involuntary. I work my fingers in and out, her heat surrounding them.

“So good, Wyatt, please don’t stop.” She begs.

I don’t stop, not right away. I continue until she begins to clench around, and her climax creeps up. I retract my fingers.

“Wyatt, I was close. Why would you do that?” she bellows.

“Because I could, and it is what you deserve. I will allow you to come when I am good and ready, not before. It won’t go in your favour if you try to convince me otherwise. You will lie there and wait until I decide when you can have your first orgasm of the night,” I state firmly.

A myriad and a submissive face. She doesn’t say a word. I wink and dart my tongue again. I have made up my mind here many times. I plan on bringing her closer to the edge but not letting her climax. I could be a pettiness and oddly do it for women if I wanted to. I am not sure Alyssa is ready for that yet, but I will see.