Chapter Thirty-One: It will be worth it.

I don’t know how to explain all the emotions and feelings soaring within me right now. There are too many at once. My body has never been so weak. It’s not mine; Wyatt has all the power because he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I am sweating, struggling to breathe, and close to crying. Four times! Four fucking times Wyatt has started playing on my body with his tongue and fingers but still hasn’t allowed me to come. It’s such an intense, unfamiliar feeling.

Wyatt stands at the side of the bed, staring down at me. “How are you doing, princess?” he smirks.

“Wyatt, please, I can’t take much more. It’s too much. I need you to let me come,” I plead.

My body aches for him, for his touch and everything else. I didn’t know this could be a thing, one person having this type of control over someone else. I am frustrated, but I am also enjoying every second of it.

He climbs on the bed and straddles my waist. His cock is rock solid.

“Are you reaching your limits? You know you can admit it, and this will all be over.”

A part of me wants to admit it—he wins because it gives me what I need—but the stubborn part of me wants to show him I am stronger than he thinks.

“Never, but can you please remove the belt? It’s starting to hurt,” I say softly.

It’s rubbing against my skin and becoming slightly painful. I watch the look on his entire face change when I say it. The smugness is replaced with worry.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asks.

“I only started to feel it,” I whisper.

He quickly reaches up, removing the belt from the bed and then from my wrists. I rub at my wrists; they are red, and friction burns are forming.

“Shit, I am sorry, kitten,” he sighs, guilt taking over his eyes. He takes them in his hands, gently rubbing them. They are a little stingy.

“It’s okay. It will heal,” I smile. I don’t want him to start freaking out because he thinks he has hurt me.

“It’s why I don’t use them for restraints,” he hisses, clearly annoyed at himself. He needs to calm down. I reach up and press my lips roughly to his. He is hesitant but kisses back. His body falls against mine as it becomes heated. I moan into his lips, snaking my legs around him. I wait for him to pull away and continue his torture, but he doesn’t.

He grabs my legs, thrusts forward, and enters me roughly. I squeal, my entire body shaking at the unexpected contact. I dig my nails into his shoulders. He growls loudly and thrusts hard and rough. It would seem he has lost his patience.

I whimper; the pressure from him fucking me is making the bed shake under us.

“Oh God, yes,” I scream.

He stills inside me, his hand coming around my throat. He looks me dead in the eye. “No, the only name you are allowed to scream is mine. Are we clear?” He growls and slaps my thighs.

I gasp, “Yes, Sir. Only your name,” I say with strained breath.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, and he gets back to pounding into me. My pussy tightens around him, and my body quakes under him. My orgasm rips through me with force, without much warning. I am still so sensitive to his edging. My nails shred his back. I have never felt such a powerful presence take over my body. It feels even better than the sex we had at our weekend away.

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“Oh fuck, yes, Wyatt,” I shriek as I erupt around him. I close my eyes to stop the room from spinning. He continues to pound roughly into me, prolonging it. I became utterly exhausted. He draws out of me, flipping me onto my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. He spreads my legs and rails back in. I scream, fisting the sheets.

His hand comes down hard on my ass as he gets rougher with me. “You are going to come again, am I clear?”

I can only choke out a yes. He spanks my ass, going deeper. It’s enough to make another orgasm hit, and I explode around him. My body becomes limp. I have no energy left.

“Please, Wyatt, I need you to come. I can’t take much more,” I whimper. I am close to tears with the intensity. All my senses are working together overtime.

“Yes, you can. You can hold on for me for another minute,” he pants, and his thrusts become sloppier.

I nod, mentally preparing myself. I can’t handle another minute. He grunts and curses from behind me, his strokes deep and erratic.

“Fuck, I am going to come so hard inside of you, Alyssa,” he growls deeply, and his warmth spills into me and down my thighs. He breathes my name out as he does.

His body falls flat against mine, sticking together with the sweat and heat between us. His warm, heavy breathing tickles my neck, and I shudder. I have never felt so weak in my entire life. Wyatt kisses my shoulders before falling next to me.

I manage to turn my head, the only movement I can manage. He is all flushed and sweating, and his eyes are closed. I bite my lip, admiring the view. It is a sexy one.

“You are staring,” he chuckles and looks at me.

I drop my stare from him, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Damn, that was incredible. How are you doing?” he asks, stroking my face.

“Yes, it was. I am exhausted and dizzy. I can’t move,” I whisper.

“Good, it is how you should be and what you deserve,” he smirks and winks at me. “Take the time you need, and we can get cleaned up. I don’t think you can handle any more tonight.”

I shake my head, “No, I don’t think I can,” I answer honestly. I am not going to lie to him. He knows exactly what he has done to me.

“You will adjust. You will need to because nights will be more intense than tonight,” he says, pecking my lips and climbing off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To run a bath. It will be better for you than a shower. After, it is straight to bed.”

I nod, too tired to fight him on it. He smiles and disappears from the bedroom. I manage to turn over onto my back. I am aching. I can barely keep my eyes open. I force myself to stay awake because I need to clean up. We also need to change the bed because it is drenched in our body fluids.

Tonight has been an entirely new experience for me. However, I worry that I won’t be able to handle nights like this all the time. Maybe I should have taken more time to think things through. I sigh, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I will be fine. I will learn and adjust, as he said. It will all be worth it.