Chapter Seventy-Four – Mine!

The sight of Alyssa restrained on the bed is captivating. I smirk and vanish briefly to grab a few items: a blindfold, crop, some toys, and a gag. I get back into bed, positioning myself above her, looking down.

“Raise your head,” I demand. She does as I ask, and I quickly put the blindfold on. Without sight, she prioritizes other senses. I lift the crop; its top is made of leather. As I glide the cold leather over her nipples, she lets out a loud gasp and lifts herself from the bed. I tenderly caress her stomach and thighs. She tills her head back and lets out a deep moan.

“Mmm, does that feel good, kimen?” I ask.

“Yes,” she exhales.

I tantalize every part of her body, except where she desires me most. “Want me to put it on your pussy?” I rasp.

“Yes, please.” She whispers.

I use soft strokes to caress her clitoris and explore her folds. Her hands form tight balls as she curses loudly. I swat her pussy with the crop, and she cries out. I chuckle darkly and repeat the action, this time with a bit more force. She lets out a squeal and struggles beneath me.

I grab the G-spot vibrator I brought and turn it on.

“What is it that you have there?” she asks curiously, since she can’t see.

“You’ll know in a moment.”

I set it aside and make sure she is wet enough for me to insert the sex toy. Naturally, she is completely soaked. I lean in and kiss her, inserting it deeply and activating it. The vibrations intensify and become louder. She moves her hips back and forth, whimpering.

“How does that feel, baby girl? Do you like it?” I kiss down over her breasts, asking softly.

“Good, but not as good as your cock, sir.” She pants.

I use my tongue to circle her nipples and remove the toy. She whines at the loss of contact. I direct my attention to her breasts, feeling the small buds become firm against my lips.

I position myself between her thighs. My tongue glides over her swollen, throbbing clitoris.

“I’m begging you, Wyatt, I need a release,” she begs, pushing her pussy harder against my face.

I slap her thigh. “No, you will get it when I say so.”

I retreat. I desire to further stimulate her senses. I grab the feather tickler. I trace it from her jawline down to her throat. She gulps and lets out a groan. I brush it gently over her nipples and then down to tickle her clitoris.

“Fuck, so good!” she cries out.

Her reaction makes me smirk. I get an idea. I hop off the bed and go to the small fridge/freezer, grabbing a few ice cubes. I put one in my mouth and glide it over the skin of her inner thighs. She shivers in the coldness. I rub it over her folds and clitoris. It doesn’t take long to melt with the heat from her body.

“Wyatt, please, just one, and then you can torture me as much as you want,” she pleads, raising her hips.

I take the bullet vibrator and turn it on. I stimulate her clitoris and delve my tongue inside her pussy, dipping it in and out, swirling it inside her. I circle her clitoris as my tongue concentrates on other parts of her.

“Good, yes, so good. Fuck. I love your hangar,” she cries out, working her hips rhythmically.

It won’t take long because I know how desperate she is for release. I swap out the vibrator and use my tongue, firmly pressing my fingers into her pussy. I curl them and stroke. Only a few moments pass before she arches around me.

“Wyant, I’m almost there. Please, don’t pull away,” she pants.

I won’t pull away, not this time. I persist in pleasuring her, causing her orgasm to explode and her pleasure to overflow into the bed. I keep pushing the toy back inside her, causing her whole body to shake.

“You are going to squirt for me,” I hiss.

Her legs tremble as she nods and moans. I glance up at her; she is struggling to maintain composure. I slowly move the toy in and out of her, driving her crazy. In just a few seconds, she’s squirting all over my face.

“Yes, that’s my good girl,” I groan deeply.

It made a mess of my face, but I don’t care. I like it. I take her through her afterglow before I completely stop. She is a flustered, breathless mess. Her juices have completely soaked the bed.

I settle on her belly, and she opens her eyes, looking up at me. I grin mischievously and run my tongue across my lips.

“You made a mess of everything, kinen, but that was the plan. One down, many more to go. I love it when I make you come so hard,” I say proudly.

“Sir, no one else has ever been able to make me climax the way you do. What do you have planned for me next?” she says between heavy breaths.

“And no one ever will. You and your sweet pussy belong to me. They will forever be mine. Do we have a clear understanding?” I growl.

She whimpers and nods eagerly, “Yes, sir, I understand.”

I forcefully press my lips against hers. I want nothing more than to shove my cock into her and fuck her senseless, but not right now. I want to do some edging and then give her another couple of orgasms before I fuck her with my cock. I remove the blindfold so I can see her pretty eyes. She is looking at me when I say what I am about to do… her pussy—Mine! I hiss.

She squeals, and her entire body shudders. “Yes, yours. She belongs to you. Every part of me is yours.”

“Good girl. Make sure you never forget it.”

I have ruined her for any other man. Even if she ends up with someone else, she will constantly compare him to me. She knows her body belongs to me. No other man will ever be able to compete. And I like that because it means no matter what happens with us, she will never be able to forget about me. I will forever occupy her thoughts. Just how I like it. It makes me angry to think of her with another man.

“I won’t,” she smiles.

I need to focus. My thoughts are leading me astray. Tonight is about pleasure, nothing more, and I will take advantage of it. She will always be mine.