Chapter Fifty-Three: Enough for the Night

Wyatt brought me to the bed, determining I had reached my limit for the night. We went four rounds on the chair, all different positions, one including my hands and feet tied. I am exhausted. I probably couldn’t have handled any more. My ass is stinging, and between my thighs is a little sore.

“I think that chair is my new favorite thing,” I giggle, cuddling into him.

He smiles down at me and caresses my cheek. “I will keep that in mind, kitten. I am proud of you. You did so well tonight.”

“Thank you,” I smile, kissing his cheek.

I tilt my head back and look up at the restraints hanging on the wall.

“Piqued your interest?”

“I want to try them,” I answer honestly.

A devilish smirk rises on his lips. “Oh, you will be. Tomorrow night.”

“Oh, is that so?” I snicker.

He nods. “Yes, there are also restraints attached to this bed for your feet and wrists.”

“We can add that to the list.”

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am. You will get a chance to try everything.”

I smile brightly. “I am up for that. We could try something else tonight.”

I bite my lower lip and give him my best puppy-dog eyes.

“No, not tonight. I don’t want to overwhelm you. You have had enough for one night,” he states firmly.

I pout, but what I really want to do is roll my eyes. I won’t.

“Your pout isn’t going to work on me, kitten.”

He reaches down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. Mine curls into a smile against his.

“Fine, you win,” I reply once we part from the kiss.

Wyatt climbs off the bed. “What would you like to do for the rest of the night?”

“I don’t mind. You can pick.”

He places his hands on the bed. “No, you get to pick, sweetness. Anything you want. You think on it. I will clean up.”

He pulls his joggers on and cleans up the chair. We made a mess of it. I would help, but I still don’t have the energy to move quite yet. I glance around at the room as I wait for him to finish. I’ve never seen anything like this place. It really does have me intrigued. I didn’t think I would ever be in a room like this or even allow myself to be with a man like Wyatt. Though, after spending so much time with him, I soon realized he was not the man I thought. He is a better one than he shows at work. He would never admit it. I think he likes coming across as tough and everyone fearing him. I know better.

“Earth to Alyssa.”

The sound of Wyatt’s voice breaks me from my thoughts.

“Hmm, sorry, what did you say, handsome?”

He chuckles and strolls over to me. He extends his hands, saying, “Come on, let’s have a bath and some dessert.”

Yes, he has dessert here, but it is probably something healthy, low in carbs and sugar-free, which is fine, usually. Tonight, I crave something more, something sweeter.

“What did you have in mind? Let me guess, something full of carbs and sugar?” he questions with a raised brow.

I smile brightly and nod eagerly. He doesn’t say a word, only stares at me. I wait for him to try and talk me out of it, you know, since he is a health freak and all.

An ice cream sundae with caramel sauce and sprinkles. You know you want one, Mr. healthy control freak, I tease.

I am healthy, too. I make sure to try to take care of myself, but I always have fun teasing him.

“Come on, trouble.” He chuckles and tugs at my hand.

I laugh and get to my feet. My legs nearly give way, but he grabs me in time, all while a smug look is present on his face.

Glaring at him, I slap his chest, playfully. “Don’t look so smug.”

He pulls me tightly to his chest and kisses me roughly. He kisses me long enough to get me revved up, but then pulls away. “I am allowed to be because I am the one who caused your weak legs.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes. He slips his arm around me, holding me to his side as we exit the room. He leads us straight to the bathroom to shower. I fight back a smile because I am getting what I want. I know it is his way of rewarding me for tonight.

It took some convincing, but I did finally talk Wyatt into having an ice cream sundae with extra toppings with me. I smile proudly across the table at him.

“You are enjoying this too much. I will need to work out for two hours later.” He chuckles.

“Oh, stop being dramatic. It is one treat, the first you have probably had in months. It isn’t going to have a huge effect on you. Indulge it. We can burn the calories off later.” I smirk, popping a spoonful into my mouth. I slowly lick my lips afterward.

His hold tightens on his spoon, and he lets out a throaty growl.

“Behave.” He warns.

I bite on my lip. “I am not doing anything, sir,” I say sweetly.

I slowly dance my thumb over my lower lip. Wyatt shifts in his chair, trying to keep himself under control. I smile innocently and focus back on my ice cream. I could feel his eyes burn into me but don’t look up.

“You are lucky we are in public, kitten.” He groans.

“Oh, I am sure you will make me pay for it the second we are alone,” I snicker and let my eyes meet his.

With a sly smile, “You have no idea, kitten. I planned on letting you rest for the remainder of the night, but I may need that now.”

I slip my foot under his trousers. “I would say I will promise to behave, but now I know what you have going on in your mind, I don’t think I will.”

He rests back and folds his arms over his chest. “Beautiful, you have an idea how this night will end now. Keep pushing and see what happens.”

He must realize it is my plan, right? I plan to get under his skin so he will “punish” me later. He said no more for tonight, but I can change that easily. I can’t help myself; he is addictive. Wyatt knows exactly the effect he has on me.