Chapter Fifty-Six – I don’t know what to do with myself.

I’m lost. I don’t know what to do with myself. Alyssa is going out with a couple of her friends tonight for dinner and drinks. I am feeling a little lost. She has been at my place for the last seven nights in a row. Five of those nights were mostly spent in the playroom, which was a lot of fun. Alyssa is a quick learner and willing to try anything. I am a proud Dom, and she really is my perfect little submissive. She is what I have been needing and craving in a sub for years. It’s been a while since I have had one like her.

I don’t usually let my subs stay seven nights a week, usually only three. I do that because how will they want and need me if they are seeing me all the time? With Alyssa, it is different. No matter how many nights in a row we spent together, she still wanted me constantly. I’m not the needy type myself, usually, but here I am, sulking on my sofa like a teenager because he can’t see his girlfriend. When did I become that guy? I will see her tonight because I insisted on picking her up when she was ready for home. At least if I do that, I know she will be safe if she ends up drinking too much. I just don’t know how to entertain myself until then.

The sound of my cell beeping grabs my attention. I glance down and see a text message from Alyssa with two photos attached. I quickly open it. I groan instantly, and my cock stirs. One photo shows her in nothing but a sexy little red lace underwear set. The second, a sexy little short black dress, clings to her body. It must be her outfit for tonight. Fuck, she looks hot.

My excitement is soon replaced with jealousy. I hate the idea of other men looking at her while in a sexy little dress, especially when I am not there to make sure they know she is taken. I would never tell her what to wear, who to see, or when she can and can’t go out. Yes, I am dominant and like to be in control, but some boundaries shouldn’t be crossed. Some of the women I have been with in the past liked it. Alyssa would hate it. If I even tried to tell her what to do when it comes to these things, she would either slap me or knee me in the balls.

I read the text that came with the photos: “Do you like my dress, sir? Xx”

“Mmm. Very sexy. Though I hate the idea of other men seeing you in it while I am not there to warn all the creeps off xx”

“yes, it is very sexy”

“Don’t worry, sir, I only have eyes for you. You can see me in it later, and what is underneath it x”

“Yes, I can’t wait. Remember to text me when you are ready for home, so I can come and get you xx”

“get a cab xx”

“You really don’t need to, handsome. I can g”

“I will be picking you up, Alyssa. You are not getting a cab, not when you have been drinking. I don’t care if it is midnight or four in the morning, I will come and get you xx”

“We are staying at her place tonight. It would be a nice change. I could have waited at her place while she was out, but I chose not g”

“Yes, sir. I probably won’t be too late. I need to finish getting ready. See you later, mwah! Xx”

“Have a good night, beautiful. See you later xx”

I sigh and toss my cell aside. I need to find something to occupy myself. I should have asked my friends to go for a drink or something, but if I did, then I wouldn’t be able to pick Alyssa up later, and she is my main priority. She may text me throughout the night, but if she doesn’t, it is fine. She is with her friends, and I don’t know the last time she saw them.

Chapter Fifty-Seven – That Part Can Stay Private.

It has only been a couple of hours, and I was bored out of my damn mind. I tried working but stopped. I work enough; I don’t need to work on the weekend too. What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t usually have any issues entertaining myself.

I haven’t heard from her since she sent me the photos, but it hasn’t stopped me from checking my cell. God, get a grip on yourself. A run sounds like a good idea to distract me. I will need to take my cell with me in case Alyssa calls. I like jogging at night or first thing in the morning.

I change into my running clothes and put in my earbuds before heading out. I usually do half an hour, but tonight, an hour is needed. It will clear my mind and help burn off the food I’ve been indulging in recently.

As I step outside to start, my cell beeps. Checking it, I see a text from Alyssa. Strange. Just when I thought she was too busy to text,

“Are you missing me yet? Lol xx”

There is a chance she may already be a little drunk.

“Of course, but not as much as you are missing me, kitten. How is your night? Ready to come home yet, ha-ha xx”

She won’t be since it is only like ten o’clock, but I thought I would ask.

“Hmm, I would say you are missing me more since you want me to come home, already. You can’t go one night without me, sir, uh?”

I chuckle as I read it.

“I can do just fine without you, sweetness. You still didn’t answer my question. How is your night? Xx”

The first reply to come through is a photo of her and her friends, all with cocktails in their hands, laughing.

“Yes, we are having a good night. What are you up to? Xx”

I’m glad she is having fun with her friends. It will be a good break for her, from me and everything we have been doing the last week or so.

“I’m happy you are having fun, beautiful. I am heading out for a nu”

“Thank you. At this time of the night? Please be careful xx”

“I promise to be careful, İ let you get back to your friends, See you later, sweetness xx”

“I will. Enjoy your run xx”

I put my cell away and focused on my run. Something tells me she will be out for another few hours at least. All that matters is she calls me when she is ready to be picked up and doesn’t end up getting a cab instead.

Chapter Fifty-Seven – That Part Can Stay Private.

It is two in the morning when we are ready for home. My night with my friends has been fantastic. They are coming to my pole dancing class with me tomorrow, which I am happy about. At least I won’t be going alone. I didn’t tell them the reason I was taking the class. They knew about Wyatt and how he is my boss, but I haven’t told them the real dynamite of our relationship. They wouldn’t judge, but it is something I would rather keep private.

“Should we head outside? It is warm in here?” Jenna suggests.

We nodded and gathered our things. Wyatt should arrive soon. He is going to drop my friends off too, since we are all a little drunk. Despite their plan to take a cab, he insisted otherwise. When we step outside, I glance around and see Wyatt already there, standing against his car.

He pulled himself off it and heads over when he spots me. The first thing he does is bring me close and kisses me passionately. I am taken aback by such an intense display of public affection. I moan loudly, fisting his hoodie and kissing back. I have a feeling that maybe he is staking his claim to everyone around us. He did say he was jealous other men would see me in my dress. By the time he pulls away, I am breathless.

“Hello to you too.” I giggle.

He smirks, “Hey, sweetness.”

I playfully roll my eyes at him, “Wyatt, these are my friends Jenna and Adele. Ladies, Wyatt.”

Wyatt shakes both of their hands. “It’s nice to meet you, ladies.” He smiles.

“You too, Wyatt.” They greet back.

“Come on, ladies, let’s get you all safely home.” He smiles, pointing towards the car.

My friends walk ahead of us. Wyatt’s hand falls on my ass, squeezing “Damn, your ass looks good in this dress, kitten.”

I moan, “Mmm, I know.”

I wink at him and walk away, climbing into the car with my friends.

“Damn, he is hot. And so was that kiss. Where can I find one of him?” Jenna asks.

I laugh, “Probably not. He is one of a kind.”

The conversation ends there because he climbs into the car. He looks between us all and raises his brow “Talking about me?”

We all nod, but don’t give him any more information. He chuckles and shakes his head. I tell him the stops to make, and he gets us on our way. He rests one hand on my thigh, massaging it as he drives. I bite my lip to stop moaning or whimpering, especially with my friends in the back seat. Wyatt doesn’t seem to care because his fingers dance to the inside of my thigh, drawing circles with his fingers.

I swallow hard and shift in my seat. Glancing over at him, he has a smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what he is doing.

“Wyatt, do you have any single friends?” Jenna enquires.

“It depends on what you are looking for. Fun or serious?”

I am not surprised by Jenna asking him. She always gets straight to the point. She isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants.

“I am fine with either. Getting laid or dating.” She answers.

“oh, 1 am Stre I could find you someone. Do I only need to find one What about you, Adele?”

“No, I am already taken. I have a girlfriend who I have been with for three years.” She snickers.

Whatever friend Wyatt is thinking, I hope he can handle himself and Jenna. She’s a handful, but in a good way. It needs to be a special kind of man to handle her. She is feistier than I am.

“One friend it is.” Wyatt laughs.

I smile as he interacts with my friends. I’m surprised because he is making an effort for my friends, it means a lot. We drop Adele off first and then the friendliest guy in the world. I appreciate him making an effort for Jenna.