Chapter Seventy-Three: Ready to Play?

Alyssa

Wyan’s been trusting me all day. He’s lucky I haven’t punched him. I am experiencing intense sexual frustration. It’s no joke. He is fully aware of what he’s doing. I suppose I have it coming for not obeying.

Wyan has been engaged in a business call for the past twenty minutes. I am outside, enjoying some iced tea. I let out a sigh, trying to push away the continuous throbbing sensation between my thighs that has been present all day.

I hear Wyan come outside. “Sorry, baby girl. It took longer than I thought.”

“It’s okay.”

He appears in front of me. “It is time for you to shower and change into that sexy little red lace underwear set. The back-up makeup. When you’re finished, join me in the playroom.”

My eyes go wide, and I smile brightly. “Really? You aren’t only teasing me?”

“I am not teasing you. Hurry along. Don’t take too long.”

I promptly stand up. I head inside. Wyan’s hot on my tail. And don’t even think about touching yourself in the shower, Alyssa. I will know if you…

“How could you know such a thing?” I ask.

“Because I would. Should you choose to do so. I’ll guarantee the day becomes even more agonizing for you.”

Goddamn! I was hoping I could have “fixed” myself while in there. I let out a frustrated groan. I hear him chuckling from behind me. I completely ignore him. I might end up saying something that he’ll make me regret. He better give me a damn orgasm soon. I rush inside and straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. If I take too long, it will be another reason for him to withhold from me. I don’t know how much more I can handle.

I notice he has put towels over the heater for me and smile. Even when he’s being an ass, he’s still taking care of me. I finish my shower in just ten minutes. The cosy towel wrapped around me feels pleasant on my skin. I thoroughly brush my teeth and use mouthwash.

I can’t wait to join him in the playroom. I skip my way to the bedroom. The underwear set he desired me to put on is placed on the bed alongside my preferred coconut spray. That’s also his favourite. I towel dry and then braid my hair. I wish I had asked Wyatt to style my hair because he does a better job. I put on the underwear set and spray my perfume.

I quickly look at my reflection and break into a smile. Wyatt made a good choice with this underwear set. The man has excellent taste. Nervously, I leave the bedroom and make my way to the playroom. I don’t know his plans for me at all.

I pause to take some deep breaths before stepping inside.

“Are you ready for me, sir?” I timidly ask, avoiding eye contact.

“Indeed. Eyes on me, kitten.” He insists.

I obey and make eye contact with him. He’s still just wearing his grey sweatpants. He gestures for me to come to him. I only need to be asked once. I hurriedly go over and take my place in front of him.

He encircles me, his eyes absorbing every inch of my body. A deep groan escapes from his lips.

“You look sexy in everything, but red is my favourite colour on you.”

“Thank you, sir. You made a good choice with the underwear,” I say softly and smile at him.

He stops, his front pressed firmly against my back. “I definitely did,” he murmurs as his lips trail along my shoulders.

I gasp and gasp loudly, my entire body stirring to life. His hand comes around my throat. “Mmm, you have no idea how weak I plan on making you.”

“I can’t wait, sir.”

He remains silent after that. He walks away. My eyes follow him closely. Curiosity getting the better of me. He grabs a feather tickler from the wall and comes back to me. He runs it across my exposed stomach and then over my underwear. I moan softly at the sensation.

He glides it down my thighs and continues to stroll around me. The feather tickler is used to explore my body. Goosebumps rise on my skin. He abruptly stops, much to my dismay. I refrain from complaining by biting my lip to avoid causing trouble for myself.

He takes my hand and leads me across the room to the bed. I stand at the bottom and wait for my instructions.

“As sexy as this underwear is, I need you to take it off for me.”

I eagerly nod and take off the panties first. They’re wet already, and he’s hardly even touched me. I let them fall to the floor and remove my bra as well.

“Lie down.” He commands.

I purposely wiggle my ass as I crawl onto the bed. His gaze intensely fixates on my ass. I smirk before I lie down on my back. He gets onto the bed and secures my wrists with the restraints attached to the bed. He plants kisses along the front of my body and separates my legs. His kisses trace a delicate path along my inner thighs. I let out a loud gasp and raise my body from the bed. He ensures that he stays far from where I truly require his presence. My ankles are soon in the restraints too.

I feel a little exposed, but I shouldn’t because I am with Wyatt, and I trust him.

Wyatt climbs off the bed and stands at the bottom, admiring the view. A smirk rises on his lips. “Damn, what a pretty sight.”

“I am yours to do as you please to, sir.” I whimper.

He towers over me. “Oh, and I plan on using that to my advantage. How many orgasms do you think you’re capable of handling?”

“As many as you need to give me, sir.” I purr.

“Correct answer, sweetness. Is your pussy still throbbing?”

“Yes, and I’m already soaking wet just for you,” I whisper seductively.

“Just as I knew you are,” he murmurs while brushing his fingers between my thighs.

He coats his fingers in my wetness and pops them into his mouth, sucking on them. He groans loudly. The sensation between my thighs grows stronger. I really need a release, but I know he won’t make it easy.

Soft moans escape my lips as the throbbing intensifies.

“Are you ready to play?”

“Yes, sir. I am more than ready. I am always ready for you.”

“Should we get started?” he smirks.

I enthusiastically give a nod. I’m so excited to discover his plans for me.