Chapter Eighty-Four: Worn Out

Alyssa

I wake from a good night’s sleep but groan the second I move. My entire body aches. The consequences of my behavior last night are still lingering. There are friction burns in places I’d prefer not to have them. My ass is stinging from all the spanking. My body is covered in bruises, bite marks, and hickeys. Despite the difficulty of moving today, it was all worth it. I have no energy whatsoever.

My attention is caught by a gentle chuckle from beside me. I slowly roll over. Wyant is sitting upright in bed, appearing fresh and alert. He has a smug expression on his ridiculously good-looking face.

“Oh, don’t look so damn smug,” I huff.

Sneering, he comments, “Maybe next time you’ll reconsider disobeying me, darling.”

I resist rolling my eyes. I can’t handle another spanking.

“Don’t pretend that you didn’t enjoy yourself last night.”

He enjoyed every single second, I loved every second of it.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I approved of your blatant disobedience. We are even now.” He winks.

“Thank God, because I need a day to recuperate,” I snicker.

He reaches over and kisses me softly. “Which you will. Now, sit up; I have coffee for you, and then I will make us some breakfast.”

Every movement makes me cringe, while Wyatt finds it all amusing. I finally sit up, and he hands me my coffee. I thank him with a sweet smile, when really, I want to say something to wipe the smug look off his face. I am aware that it’s wiser not to.

“Proud of your work?” I laugh, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Oh, so much.” The word “yes” takes over. I shake my head, and the urge to roll my eyes takes over. He just rolls his eyes and nibbles on my lower lip. “Yes, sir. I am sorry.”

His gaze remains fixed on me without a word. My heart races as I gulp, wondering if I should fear his next move.

“Hmm. I’ll give you a pass this time. If you do it again today, I won’t be as lenient, kitten.”

“You have my word, sir. I will be on my best behavior.”

“Make sure you do.” I divert my attention to my coffee and smile. He kisses me before he disappears to make breakfast for us. I’m not hungry, but I’ll eat to avoid his lecture. I finish my coffee, get out of bed, and throw on one of his white shirts, which fits me like a dress. I groan as I walk. He definitely left a lasting impression on me last night, and I have no complaints.

Taking my time, I finally arrive in the kitchen. I lean against the door frame, appreciating his irresistible allure. What is it about men in grey sweatpants that women find so attractive? He is also not wearing a shirt. I smirk and lick my lips. I have to stop thinking dirty thoughts before I get myself worked up. My body is not ready for him again.

“Can I help you, sweetness?” he chuckles, not turning to look at me.

I glide and join him, sitting on the counter. “What are you making?”

“Protein bagel topped with poached eggs and smoked salmon,” he replies.

He finally looks at me. As soon as he does, his grin falters as he takes in the fact I am only wearing his shirt. Innocently, I smile at him. Standing before me, he pushes my legs apart and stands between them with his hands on the counter.

“Why are you wearing my shirt? You are too exhausted and sore for me to fuck you, yet you come through here wearing that. What is your game?” he rasps, his hands running up my bare thighs.

I close my eyes and moan softly, goosebumps appearing on my skin.

“That’s the first thing I grabbed. No game.”

Roughly, he grabs my face and kisses me passionately. I respond to the kiss with a whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back. I entwine my legs around him, drawing him closer to me. The kiss heats up. A pulsing sensation awakens between my thighs. After a moment, he steps back and breathes heavily. He smiles and goes back to preparing breakfast.

“You really are addicted to me, baby.”

“What was that? You can’t just kiss me like that and then leave me hanging,” I whine, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Come and I did. So, the table.” He exclaims.

This man is going to be my downfall. I reluctantly comply with his instructions but make it clear that I am unhappy. He watches me with amusement. If I weren’t so worn out from last night, I would get my revenge on him. My teasing skills are just as good as his. Maybe later I can do it once I’ve recovered.

Taking a seat at the table, I wait patiently for him to serve breakfast. I would offer to help, but he will allow me no such thing. He only allows me in the kitchen when it involves setting the table or making coffee.

“Here you go, Miss Huffy,” he teases, setting a plate down in front of me.

“Thank you,” I reply nonchalantly.

My response makes him chuckle, and he takes a seat across from me. I refuse to make eye contact and start on my food. It tastes so damn good, I can’t help from groaning loudly. Wyant shifts in his chair, and it makes my head shoot up. His eyes, filled with desire, are fixed on me as he tightly grips the edge of the table.

And he says I am addicted to him? All I did was let out a small groan, and he is nearly losing his shit. I take another bite and purposely do it again.

“You know what I am referring to. Stop it,” he demands.

I shrug. “I am only eating my delicious breakfast. I am not to blame for your dirty thoughts.”

Flashing a cute smile at him, I return my attention to my breakfast. I should probably behave, or he will make me pay for it. He stops glaring at me and then finally asks,

“What do you want to do today? Any requests?”

“So, I don’t think I will be able to do much. I don’t have the energy.”

“We can spend a day here then. It’s important that my girl is in top-notch condition,” he winks.

My thanks are silent, but when he calls me “my girl,” I let out a small giggle.

“You’re cute when you blush for me. Just hush and eat your breakfast,” I reply.

I discreetly roll my eyes when he’s not watching. Will I ever stop blushing around this man? Or am I just done for? When did I become the kind of girl who blushes over a man? I’m unsure of my thoughts on the matter. I won’t complain. Even though he has many flaws, he is still a good man. But who doesn’t have flaws?