Chapter Nineteen
Blair
We pull up to my house and go to get out, but he grabs my arm. I look down at where he is touching me and then back to his face. He lets go and opens his door, I go to open mine, but it’s swung open, and I gasp when he yanks me from the car. He pushes my back up against his SUV.
“I don’t by your act, Little Dove. So, give it up, I know you better than you know yourself.” I gulp.
“I’m not acting,” I try to say but it comes out as a whimper instead.
“I’m staying with you tonight,” he doesn’t ask it, he states it.
“Nope. No way am I letting that happen. You can’t stay here.”
“I wasn’t asking,” he slams the door shut and grabs my hand.
“Wyatt, you can’t stay here. I’m serious!” I sound like a child throwing a fit. If I could get away with stomping my foot, I so would.
He pulls me up the stairs and to my front door, “I’m not opening it,” I pull my hand from his and fist them at my sides, and he chuckles .
He pulls out a set of keys and opens the fucking door. My mouth falls open and I watch him walk straight to the alarm system and enter my code. “Y… You have a damn key?” I yell and he smiles at me.
“You know my code?” I gulp, while he turns his back to me.
As soon as he turns around to set his shit on my table, I run. I kicked off my heels somewhere along the way and darted towards the woods. I don’t dare look back, knowing it’ll slow me down. I have no idea where I am going but I need to get away from him. I quickly take a left and run as fast as I can. I feel sticks cut into my feet, but I can’t seem to care at the moment. My survival instincts are in full effect, and I need to run and run fast.
I get to a small creek and make a right to follow it up, it leads to the road. As soon as I turn to run I hit a brick wall. I land flat on my ass, and it dazes me for a second. I rub my eyes and when I look down I see two feet standing in front of me. I gasp and scoot backward, I stand up and run again.
“Run Little Dove. And run far, because when I catch you, I will tie you to my bed and never let you fucking leave. You will be put in my pretty little cage and can’t do anything about it but obey your owner!” He yells after me.
My heart is beating so fast that I can’t hear anything else. The blood rushing through my veins has me in overdrive. My feet stomp hard on the leafy ground of the woods. The wind has picked up and I feel the first raindrop on my skin. I get to the end of the creek and look for the road. “No, fuck!” I ran the wrong way! I quickly turn around and head back toward the house. My keys are on the table, if I can get them fast enough, I can get in my car and drive off.
I see the light on my porch and I push harder. Right as I am about to break the tree line, I’m knocked on my side. I land with a thump, and I groan. My head is spinning, and my chest is on fire from running. I rub my head where it smashed into the ground, “Ow,” I mumble.
Something grabs my ankles and flips me around and I scream. I start throwing my hands out to stop him from getting fully on me, of course, it doesn’t work.
“Get off me!” I yell as I hit his chest.
It’s hard, like hitting a stone wall. His blue eyes stare down at me, and a smirk is plastered on his face. “I hate you! Let me go!” I scream and he sits on my upper thighs. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I try to yank them free, but I just end up hurting my arm instead.
If I could spit fire, I would fucking drown him in it. “That’s fine, I can live with that,” he says nonchalantly.
I yell frustrated, “Get off me!”
“When will you learn I make good on my word?” I look at him confused.
I don’t even remember what he yelled at me when I took off running, something about running far. And a cage? My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”
“But I will,” he says casually.
“And when you are tied to my bed begging me to fuck you, I will sit back in my leather chair and watch you cry for me.” I’m seething at this point.
“I wouldn’t beg you to fuck me when I can do it better my damn self!” I scream, and he sits up letting go of my hands.
The corner of his mouth rises, and he sits up, “Show me, then.”
I blink, “What?” Shit why do I do this to myself.
“Show me you can fuck yourself better than I can,” I gulp, tears starting to sting my eyes .
The rain is coming down steadily now, the trees still provide some shelter. My dress is pulled up high on my waist from falling and him sitting on me.
“Do it, now Blair. Show me that you making yourself come is better than when I do it.” I shake my head, slowly.
He rips my thong off and throws it to the side. He grabs my right hand and puts on my clit, and I sit there staring at him. I bite my lip, nervous that he is watching me touch myself even though he is the one who put my hand here. My heart pounds at the thought of his watching me do this.
“I’m waiting.” His blue eyes staring directly at my pussy. Tears roll down my cheeks. And I do as he says and start circling my fingers over my swollen clit.
“Good girl,” he sits back on his thighs and watches me.
I feel the orgasm building slowly. “Faster,” he demands, and I obey.
I bite my lip and my legs begin to shake. He leans back fully, and I feel the cold rain on my clit, and I arch my back. It sends a new sensation through me, and I moan. I move my hands faster. The closer I get to my orgasm the louder my breathing becomes. Hungry eyes and a starving man, watching me like he wants to devour me. And holy fuck if it’s not hot as hell- why am I like this? Blue eyes watch me intently, and it sends a thrill through me. I moan out as my legs shake uncontrollably, my orgasm reaching its peak. I circle a few more times and I come. My breathing comes in short loud pants, and my head is a bit foggy. I lay my head back to even out my breaths- when I feel him lean over me.
I’m embarrassed, not only because he watched me, but because it wasn’t nearly as satisfying when he makes me come- I’ll never tell him that though. I’m breathing through my nose to try to control my breathing. Rain is covering my face. “Was it better than me? ”
I slowly nod and he laughs. “It’s adorable when you try to lie to me.” I narrow my eyes.
“Let me see for myself.” Before I can protest, he reaches down and runs his hand over my pussy. I bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning.
He smirks, “Little Dove, you’re barely wet.” I look away, ashamed.
He picks me up in one swift motion and he begins walking towards the house. I don’t even know if I want to fight, I’m exhausted.
He walks into my house, slamming the door with his foot, and heads straight to my room. He throws me on the bed, and I bounce on it. I just lay there watching him take his shirt off. “It seems like you’ve forgotten how much your body craves me. I guess I’ll have to remind you.” Before I can move to get away from him, he has me pinned.
“Wyatt,” I basically moan his name. Not what I was going for. His sexy chuckle has wetness pooling in between my thighs.
“Let me remind you why your body craves me.”
Wyatt
Watching her make herself come was enjoyable but watching her try to lie about it being better, almost made me laugh. She doesn’t want to admit that her body craves me. I bend down and kiss her forehead, then her cheek, making my way to her favorite spot below her ear. She moans softly. I sit up and rip her dress down the middle, “Wyatt!” she exclaims.
“That was expensive!” she bites out.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” dismissing her and she blushes.
I run my tongue down her chest and suck her hard pink nipple into my mouth making her gasp. She tries to close her knees, but my body stops her from doing it. I let go of it with a pop and go to the next one. Her hands are in my hair, and she moans louder this time. I bite it and she yelps. “Oh god, yes. Wyatt,” she moans my name making my cock leak. I move my way down her stomach. Looking up, I find her watching me, with a smirk I keep eye contact with her, and I lower my mouth onto her clit. She arches her back, instantly closing her eyes.
“Look at me, Blair. Watch me make you come.” She opens her eyes and watches me eat her like my last meal.
Her breathing turns into pants, and I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat cutting off her air. She doesn’t fight it. I know what my girl likes, and breath play is her favorite. I pull her neck forward a bit, so she is basically sitting up watching me eat her. Her body stiffens and I feel her come all over my tongue- soaking the bed. I let go of her throat and she spits and coughs, sucking in the air. I don’t stop, I drag it out as long as I can.
She’s still high off her orgasm when I reach up and handcuff her hands. I take a small piece of rope and loop it around the headboard. She pulls on it, “Wyatt, what are you doing?” she pulls on it again.
“Reminding you who the fuck I am.”
“Ok, you’re right. You’re better at making my body come, ok? Happy now?” she says still struggling.
“That’s something you didn’t need to tell me, I already knew that,” I shrug and she glares at me.
“Wyatt, let me go.” I walk over to the bag on her dresser, ignoring her.
“Wyatt please,” she whines.
I walk out of the room and go to the kitchen to get what I need.
“Wyatt! Please, I’m sorry,” she begs now .
I walk back in with a cup of ice, and a bag.
Her eyes go wide, and she starts mumbling nonsense.
“The fun has just started, Little Dove,” she whimpers and turns her head away.
“If you close your legs on me, I will tie them open and put this bag over your head. But I am going to let you decide.” She thinks about it and then lets her knees fall to the sides.
“Good girl,” I praise.
She loves it when I praise her, something I noticed the first time I touched her in the shower. She watches me closely. I pop a piece of ice in my mouth and lean over her.
She gulps but doesn’t fight. I put the ice between my lips and trail it over her neck. When it connects with her hot skin she gasps. I slowly move it down her chest and over her already hard nipples. “Wyatt,” she pants. I let it fall from my mouth and watch it trail down her flat stomach and land on her belly button. I take another piece and move between her thighs. She tenses when I run it over her thighs, her legs shake as I get closer to her soaked cunt. She goes to close her legs but opens them back up for me.
I lean up and her brown eyes are intently watching me. Positioning myself between her legs I suck her clit into my mouth, she almost lifts right off the bed. I grab her thighs and hold her in place as she moans my name. I twirl the ice cube all around her swollen pussy and she moans my name.
I move my right hand and slip it between her folds, and she whimpers. I slide two fingers in her and begin fucking her with them. “Oh god!” I feel her pussy clench and she squirts all over my hand.
The ice has melted in my mouth, I suck her a few more times before letting go and kissing her pussy. Her head is tilted back, and her chest is sweaty. “Who owns you?” I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me .
“You do, Wyatt,” I smile and lean down and kiss her lips.
“Get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow. We have a date with your mother,” she chokes on air.
“W…what? How did you know?”
I just smile and kiss her forehead. “Wyatt?” I look over at her.
“My arms,” she looks up.
“Good night, Blair.”
“Wyatt please!” I chuckle.
I roll over on my side, “I am going to keep you just like this. I quite like the vision in front of me.” Her face turns red and I roll over, giving her my back.
“My mom is just going to love you,” she says sarcastically.