Chapter Eighty-Three: She Knows the Rules

I watch Alyssa intensely. She wouldn’t do this! She is aware of the rules! She can only use toys if I allow it; she would never go against my orders! Her pleasure comes from me, not toys.

“Last chance, handsome,” she smirks.

“No, because I know that you will. You are aware of the rules. I have,” I growl. I can join in, or if I give her permission. There’s…

She laughs loudly and turns the toy on. “We aren’t following your rules, insight.”

I attempt to escape the cuffs, but unfortunately, I fail miserably. “Alyssa,” I say in a warning tone.

Simultaneously, she positions the toy between her thighs. Her back arches as she runs it down her folds and moans. I squirm in the chair, attempting once more to escape the handcuffs. “I promise you, Alyssa, you better not, or I will make you regret it.”

Giving me a knowing look, she inserts the toy into her pussy, letting out a cry of pleasure as it fills her. The fucking little tease. I will make her pay for this. Her eyes are fixed on me as she moves her hips against it.

“Fuck, so good, Wyan,” she pants.

My cock is aching in my trousers; I can feel the dampness from the pre-come. I’m experiencing both arousal and frustration simultaneously.

“Alyssa, stop!” I demand.

Continuing to moan my name, she shakes her head and thrusts the toy in and out of her pussy with speed. Watching her makes my breathing become fast and unpredictable.

“Yes! It’s almost as pleasurable as being with you, Wyatt,” she whimpers, her head falling back.

“Don’t you dare come,” I hiss, becoming more and more agitated with every second. Not having control drives me crazy. What made me say yes to this? Oh, that’s right, because she has the power to turn me into a submissive man who will do whatever she requests. This is not how it should be. Nevertheless, she is all I want.

“You know how to make me stop,” she breathes out, her other hand sliding down her body, her fingers against her clit. She is fully aware of the impact she has on me. I’m about to crack. I would rather her come for me than over some toy. She stimulates her clit while continuing to fuck the toy.

“Wyatt. I’m almost there. So close,”

“Stop.”

“‘Stop’ is the magic word?” she asks, pausing.

“Please. Please stop and come over my cock instead of the toy,” I beg.

“Mmm. I don’t believe your begging skills are satisfactory yet,” she smirks and gets back to it.

“Please, Alyssa. I need you to fuck me. My cock is throbbing and dripping with pre-come. Please, I need your tight pussy around me,” I plead.

I’ve never begged anyone before, and I mean no one. It is me who makes them beg. She pauses once more, then rises to her feet. Walking confidently, she approaches me, her face beaming with pride.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she asks, resting her hands on my thighs.

“Yes, it was fucking hard. I am not one to beg; I make other people beg for…”

She climbs onto my lap and slides her hand into my boxers, teasingly running her thumb over the tip. “Mmm, you’re eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Release me, and you’ll witness the extent of it,” I say, tugging at the cuffs.

She shakes her head. “Those aren’t coming off.”

“What? Take them off!”

She firmly replies with a simple, “No.”

She quickly stands up and demands that I raise my hips. Although I’m hesitant, refusing would mean she won’t give me what I need. I lift, and she removes my trousers and boxers, kicking them aside.

She looks at my throbbing cock and licks her lips suggestively. Dropping to her knees, she traces her tongue along my cock, cleaning up the pre-come on the tip. I let out a loud groan, longing to run my fingers through her hair, but I can’t. She brings me into her mouth, bobs her head four times, and then pulls away.

I express my frustration with groans due to the disconnect. Rising to her feet once more, she positions herself on my lap and locks lips with me in a fiery kiss. She grasps my member and lowers herself onto it. Alyssa cries out as I fill her up. I emit a low, rumbling growl.

She grips my shoulders and moves her hips in a slow and steady circular motion. It’s still amazing.

“Fuck, ride me, baby,” I pant, my head falling back.

“I love your cock; it fills me up so good,” she grunts, picking up her speed.

God, how badly I wish I could spank her pretty little ass. I match the rhythm of her hips as perfectly as possible until we’re in complete sync.

“Oh God, right there,” she squeals, clenching around me.

I smirk. Even under restraint, I am skilled at discovering the perfect spot. I lean in and bite down on one of her nipples with my teeth. I blow gently against it, making her shudder. I repeat the exact actions on the other one.

She trembles as her climax ripples through her. She throws her head back, calling my name as her warmth engulfs my cock. Despite her hot panting, she keeps on riding me.

“Come for me, Wyatt,” she says between heavy breaths.

“Baby, I am almost there.”

She bounces up and down on my cock. I love the way her breasts are bouncing up and down as she does. It takes only a moment before my cock swells inside of her. I groan her name as my climax consumes me, and I release inside her. It is enough to make her come for a second time. We finish at the same time, and she falls against my chest. Our bodies stick together from the heat, both sweating and panting loudly.

“Did you have fun being in charge, kitten?” I chuckle.

“So much,” she says as she raises her head to meet mine.

“The question is, did you enjoy me being in charge?” she smirks. If I’m being honest, but it’s not going to become a habit for us. “Can you uncuff me now?”

“I don’t know if I should.”

I know why not. She is curious about the immediate consequences of her actions.

“I’m confident you’ve been contemplating all the ways to teach me a lesson tonight after my little stunt,” she whispers, chewing nervously on her lower lip.

“I will pardon and take the risk, won’t you, wines? It was you who desired to have control. You should be prepared for the consequences.”

She eventually releases the handcuffs. I gently rub my wrists and glance at her. I give her a sly look, and she swallows hard. I spring up and forcefully…

“…I plan on doing to you…” a sound escapes her throat. “You being in charge is now over. It is my turn again, kitten, and you have no idea what I plan…”

“Yes, sir,” she murmurs as she trembles and clasps her thighs.

I caress her cheek. “There is my good girl.”

The fun is all mine now.