Chapter Forty-Nine – I wish we could get straight to it.

Alyssa

I put my items in the spare bedroom. I’m not sure if I’ll be sleeping with Jere tonight or with Wyatt. It depends on his mood. I sit down at the foot of the bed to undress. He is going to make dinner first, which I really want. When it comes to my health and eating properly, I’ve learned not to argue with him.

I slip into a dressing gown before heading to the bathroom. Not quite comfortable walking around naked. Leaving the bedroom, I walk to the bathroom down the hall. I stop outside his secret door. I’m tempted to check if it’s unlocked and take a look, but I know the consequences if he catches me. Frustrated, I make my way to the bathroom, huffing in irritation. I’m patient enough to wait for a few more hours.

Should I shower now or wait for him? I turn it on, take off the robe, and step inside. It’s a better option than standing around awkwardly, waiting for him. I don’t know what he’s up to downstairs. Is he starting to prepare dinner or answering a call? It’s anyone’s guess. It won’t be long before he joins me. If he takes forever, I’ll go to the bedroom and wait.

Leaning against the wall, I relish the feeling of warm water running over me.

“You’ve already started without me?”

I stick my head out of the shower. “Should I have just stood there awkwardly until you joined me?”

Matter-of-factly, he replies with a simple, “Yes.”

I smile sweetly at him. “Sorry.”

Wyatt laughs and joins me. Standing before me, he places his hand on my hip and draws me toward him, our naked bodies pressed together. My lips let out a loud whimper. Without uttering a single word, he leans in and kisses me, pinning me against the wall. He traps me between him and the wall. I have no complaints. Instantly, the kiss becomes intense.

Wyatt’s hand slips between my thighs and gropes my pussy. I cry out, rocking myself against his hand. He smirks into my lips and draws his hand away. Why does he persist in doing this to me?

I express my frustration with a groan and a glare directed at him.

“Turn around,” he demands.

“Why?”

“No questions, kitten, just follow orders,” he declares, giving me the stern look I’ve grown accustomed to.

I obediently nod and follow instructions. He comes up behind me. “Good girl.” He rasps and spanks my ass.

A deep moan falls from my lips. “What do you plan on doing to me?” He better plan on doing something! I’ve had my fill of his teasing for the day.

“I am going to fuck you,” he growls and lifts one of my legs.

He forcefully enters me from behind, leaving no opportunity for me to speak. My whole body trembles with pleasure as the impact takes hold, making my legs shake.

“Fuck, so good,” I pant.

He grips my throat and whispers in my ear, “I love how your pussy grips me, kitten.” My only response is a whimper. He tails into me. The way we’re positioned lets him have deeper access, and it’s mind-blowing. He seems to be in a rush, but I am fine with that. Sometimes, a quickie is just as good as anything else.

“I’m filled with anticipation to tie you up and possess dominance over you,” he growls, gradually removing himself with each word. Inching back in, he says, “Does the thought of it turn you on?”

My pussy tightens around him and my head falls forward. “You.”

He pauses. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.

He growls deeply, “That’s a girl.”

He got rough with me after that. With force and speed, his cock plunges deep. In just a few moments, my orgasm surges through me with such force that my body feels not like mine.

“Come for me. Spill around my cock,” he commands and spanks my ass with force.

In the bathroom, my screams echo and my body quivers from the climax. He needs to hold me up since I struggle to do it myself. He sets my leg down and presses my stomach to the wall, persisting toward his end.

“I’m begging you, fill me up,” I plead.

With his face buried in my shoulder blades, he switches his pace from fast to slow and then speeds up again, all the while uttering curses and grunts. His member pulses within me, and his breathing grows louder.

“Fuck, your pussy is my new favorite place. So good,” he pants.

With a firm grip on the shower pipe, I match his thrusts by pushing my ass back. My name echoes in his cries and I feel his warmth engulfing me. Christ, there is a lot of it. It seems like I wasn’t the only person in need of this. His end is enough to make me come for a second time.

“Now, we have that out of the way. We should shower. That was merely a taste of what’s to come, kitten.”

He turns me to face him. My legs remain unsteady, and I’m positive my face is flushed.

“I’m open to whatever you’re willing to give me, sir.”

He caresses my cheek. “You may not want to say that quite yet—until you see the room.”

“Can’t we see it before dinner?”

His expression made me instantly regret my question. His brows furrow and his jaw clenches. “No, we can’t. Don’t make me lecture you again about how important meals are.”

With a sigh, I divert my eyes to the ground. “Sorry, sir. No, you don’t need to tell me again.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

His face softens, suddenly. “It’s important that you’re at your best with high energy tonight, otherwise you’ll easily become exhausted.”

I know all of his craziness is because he is looking out for me, but it still annoys me sometimes. It’s likely because I’m unfamiliar with it.

Smiling softly, I assure him, “I understand.”

“Alright, let’s finish up here. The sooner we leave and eat, the sooner I can give you what you truly desire.”

What he said makes sense. He’s kept me waiting for far too long. I nod, and we focus on getting washed. We will be out in no time. He better not be feeding me a three-course meal, though. It’s surprising that I haven’t gained any weight since I began seeing him. He’s a health freak, so nothing harmful goes into me.

He cares for me every way, both in and out of the bedroom. I am trying not to get too used to it, though, because something tells me it won’t be a long-term thing. Time will tell.