Chapter Fifty-Two: Like She Is Made For Me – 1

Wyatt dropped her hand as they approached. “Stay here and strip. I will be back in a minute.”

She bowed her head to look at the ground. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he said firmly.

He walked away from her and towards the wall with the spanking items on it. He could feel her eyes watching his every move. He ran his hand over them all, deciding which one to use. He picked out one of the smaller leather ones. It would give a firm spank, but not harder than what she was used to. That would come, but not tonight. He took it from the wall and sauntered back over, smirking as he slapped it against his hand.

She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together. She wanted to know desperately how it would feel against her ass. He stood in front of her…

“Why are you still dressed? I told you to strip.”

“Sorry, sir.” She whispered and removed the baby doll from her body, dropping it on the floor.

He motioned for her to turn around so her back was to him. He stepped in closer and swatted her ass with the paddle. She gasped loudly, and her back arched. He pulled away and removed his clothes. She turned to face him, and he brought her against his naked body. She moaned, and he reached down, pressing his lips roughly to hers. He purposely brushed his hardened cock between her thighs, and she whimpered. He smirked and parted from the kiss.

“On your knees on the couch, eyes front and hands on the handles, your knees in the center dip,” he demanded.

She nodded eagerly, rushed over, and got into position. “Mmm, good…”

He walked around the chair, her eyes following him. He spanked her ass with the paddle, harder than before. She cried out, rocking her hips. He caressed her cheek. His eyes fell on her hands on the handles, and he got an idea. He wanted to tie her hands. He headed over to one of the drawers and took out two silk restraints. They were light, but if tied right, they were great.

Kneeling in front of her, he smirked as she stared at him curiously. He didn’t speak a word and tied each of her hands, making sure they were tight enough.

“Do they feel alright, kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

He danced his fingers over her jawline and down her neck. “Don’t you look pretty all tied up and on your knees for me?” he rasped.

A deep groan came from her lips, and he silenced her with a passionate kiss.

“Please, sir. I need you to fuck me.” She begged.

He chuckled and placed his hand on her throat. Her eyes darkened and widened. “So needy for me.”

“Always,” she breathed out.

He tightened his hand and kissed her again, and a desperate whimper escaped her lips. He broke away and dropped his hand from around her throat.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Like She Is Made For Me – 2

He stroked his cock. “You want my cock buried in your pussy, badly, don’t you, princess?”

She licked her lips. “Yes, I need it, sir. My pussy aches for you.” She panted.

He continued to stroke and growl her name. “Is your pussy soaked for me, kitten?”

“Yes, she is dripping wet and in desperate need of you.” She purred, rocking her hips again.

His length pulsed against his fingers. He stopped and walked away. He took his position on his knees behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and ran his cock over her folds, her wetness coating it. She moaned, and her head fell forward. He drew away.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers into her. They glided in with ease. She cried out, and her back arched.

“Ride my fingers,” he commanded.

She didn’t hesitate and worked her hips in rhythm with his fingers. Love this view! Her ass is so sexy. He picked up the paddle again and rattled it against her ass. She tightened around his fingers.

He drew his fingers out, and before she had a chance to protest, he railed his cock into her with speed and force. She squealed, pushing back against him. He loved how her body reacted to him.

He dragged his cock out of her, but then slowly inched back in. “Is that what you need, kitten? Is this what your body craves?”

She only answered with noises, no words. He stilled. “Use your words.” He paused, spanking her again.

She cried out, “Yes, sir, this is what I need.”

“Better.”

He thrust deeper into her. He guided her hips back to meet his as he rocked them forward. He cursed loudly. Her pussy is fucking golden! He’d had a lot in his life, but hers was something else. It cradled his cock perfectly, almost like it was built for him. The idea of it made him lose control. He got rougher, but she was enjoying every second of it.

“Oh God, yes! Fuck, give it to me, Wyatt.” She screamed.

He removed one hand from her hips and wrapped it in her hair, tugging it.

She gasped, “Yes, sorry. Give it to me, sir.” She panted and tensed around him.

“Close already, princess?” he reminded.

She nodded and circled her hips. He slipped his hand around to the front of her body and circled his thumb on her swollen, throbbing clit. Her entire body shuddered. He found the perfect rhythm with speed, pressure, and depth. Her legs shook.

“I am going to come, sir.”

He stopped what he was doing and pulled out. “I don’t think I am ready for you to come yet.”

She whined, “Please, sir. I need to come. Let me come, even just this once, and you can withhold after for as long as you want. Please, I have been a good girl for you.”

He ran his hand down her spine and over her lower back. “Yes, you have been a good girl for me.”

“Yes, so please, allow me to come.” She pleaded, wiggling her ass back against him.

She had been on her best behavior, and she didn’t run when he showed her this room. He thought she more than deserved her first orgasm of the night. Her reward for being his perfect little sub.

“You are right, angel; you do deserve it.”

He plunged back into her, groaning deeply at her tightness and wetness.

Her head fell forward again. “Thank you,”

He worked his cock in and out of her. It only took a second before she screamed his name so loudly it echoed through the entire room. Her orgasm ripped through her with such intensity he swore she would pass out. Her warmth surrounded his cock. Fuck, he would never tire of this feeling. Her body became almost limp.

“Kitten, hold on for me, just another minute. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” She breathed out, trying to keep it together.

“Good girl,” he replied.

He focused on aiming for his end. They were only getting started. He closed his eyes, working in and out of her. It didn’t take long for his climax to begin taking over him.

“Fill me up, sir.” She whispered between her pants.

One, two, three more deep, quick strokes, and his cock swelled. He buried his face in her back, continuing until he exploded into her, grunting her name. His orgasm was as intense as hers was. It was enough for her to come around him a second time. They rode through the pleasure together.

Her stomach fell flat against the chair. He reached over and untied her hands. She carefully rolled onto her back, and he sat on her stomach. He stroked the hair away from her flushed face.

“Did you like that, sweetness?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes.” She smiled.

He kissed her softly. “Good. Now, take a moment to catch your breath, because we are only just beginning.”

He loved the excitement dancing in her eyes and tone. She would be addicted to this room in no time. He was hoping she was willing to try everything, or at least most.