Chapter Twenty-One
Wyatt
I wasn’t going to do anything; I already knew she was wet even before I bent down. But the way she was looking at me, I couldn’t resist it anymore. Having her know who I am is even more thrilling than when she thought I was some guy in a mask- the shadow watcher. She’s dripping wet and her moans fill the room. I watch her eyes roll back in her head and I can tell she’s close by the way her pussy clenches my fingers.
“What do you ask, Little Dove?” leaning down, kissing her lips softly.
She moans when I press my thumb on her clit. “Can I please come?” I take my fingers out and slap her pussy making her cry out. She glares at me- her chest is heaving. “Want to try that again?” I ask.
I insert three this time and begin fucking her so hard the bed is rocking back and forth. “Wyatt, please!”
I reach up and grab her throat, she opens her eyes. “Please what?”
She doesn’t want to say it, it’s cute that she thinks she has a choice here. I squeeze a little more and her hands grip mine, trying to pry them off.
“Please, master,” she spits out and I smile .
I lean down and peck her lips. Her pussy clenches my fingers, and she stiffens. I take my fingers out earning me a growl. I bring my fingers to her mouth, “Suck them clean.” She slowly opens her mouth for me.
She sucks and moans around my fingers, “Good girl,” I push up off her and finish what I was doing.
“You’re really not going to let me finish?” smirking, I ignore her.
I pull her panties up the rest of the way and make sure they are in place. I tap her pussy and she jumps, “Wyatt,” whines.
She reaches for my arm when I stand, and I look down at her big beautiful brown eyes. “Please?” I lean down and kiss her. She tries to pull me back with her but I lean up pulling myself from her grasp.
I look at my watch and see it’s almost five-thirty. “Time to go,” I announce. I pull her from the bed.
She gasps, “What the hell?” She goes to adjust her panties.
When she realizes she can’t she grabs my arm, “Please tell me you didn’t.” She looks at me through her lashes.
I shrug and pull her dress back down and when I step away, she grabs my forearm. “Wyatt, take them off now. We are going to see my mom!” She almost yells at me but stops herself.
“I guess it’ll be a dinner you won’t forget.” I kiss her forehead and walk out of the room.
She doesn’t follow me, obviously trying to take them off. “They won’t come off. The piece I removed covered the adhesive that is now stuck to your cunt.” I hear her cursing to herself.
She’s furious with me for not letting her climax and then sticking panties to her. I’m not even sure she understands what they are yet, but she knows something sexual is looming. When she asked how she was supposed to use the bathroom and I told her she couldn’t, she threw a book at my head. I rub her knee with my free hand. She huffs but doesn’t try to push me away. Not that she could, but it never stopped her from trying before.
She doesn’t question how I know where her mom lives. Not that I would tell her right now. She’s not ready for that conversation yet. I stop the car and she angrily takes off her seatbelt. She grabs the handle and I grab her hair. She gasps, “Don’t make a scene, Blair. You will wait in the car and let me open the door for you. Do I make myself clear?” She glares at me but nods the best she can.
“Good girl,” I let go to kiss her hand and step out of the car.
I pocket my phone and walk around to the front. She’s sitting there with her arms crossed. I open the door and she turns to look at me, “Thanks,” she sneers, and she gets out of the car ignoring my hand.
“One,” I count, and she whips around.
“Excuse me?” She puts her hand on her hip.
“I said one,” I say firmly, and she rolls her eyes.
“Whatever,” I grab her arm and she stumbles backward.
“You will come one time in front of your mom. I will keep adding to the number each time you don’t listen. Now, be a good girl and take my hand.” I hold it out.
I can see the fear and her eyes water. “As much as I love to see you cry for me, now isn’t the time.”
She’s fighting within herself to lash out or just obey me. She closes her eyes and I know I’ve won. She takes my hand and looks up at me.
“I’m sorry,” she says softly.
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “Please, don’t do that,” she trembles, looking up at me with regret .
“You don’t get off a punishment just because you say sorry.” She takes a deep breath.
“That’s why you put these on me.” She comes to the conclusion all on her own.
“And you didn’t let me finish.” I smirk.
“You knew I wouldn’t listen to you, so you planned for this,” She takes a step and grips my arm.
“No, but I was hoping.” She bites her lip.
“It’s cold.” I chuckle.
They have a cooling gel to help stimulate her clit. I thought it was a nice touch.
“Let's go,” I pull her up the stairs to her mom's door.
She presses her thighs together, “Wyatt please,” she begs, and the door opens.
“Blair! Hunny, I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you so much!” Kamara pulls her into a hug.
“I missed you too, Mom. How are you feeling?” pulling back so Kam can fuss over her.
Seeing her like this after what I know she’s gone through, makes me weak in the knees. I want to see this smile on her face for the rest of my life. To see her happy is my life’s goal. Well, that and having her submit to me.
“Oh! How rude of me! You brought a friend.” She looks up at me with her brown eyes.
They look so much alike, it’s sort of creepy. “And you are?” She holds her hand out.
I take it and bring it to my lips, “Wyatt, Ma’am.” She blushes.
“Oh, goodness. Stop with all that Ma’am stuff, call me Kam.” She waves me off and I smile back at her.
“So, how long have you been on the hook-up? Or is it hook-down? I can never keep up with the trends anymore.” Blair's face is red with embarrassment .
I chuckle, “I’ll let Blair answer that.” She locks eyes with me.
“We, uhm, we have been together a few months,” she stumbles out.
“And you never told me?” Her mom almost looks hurt.
“Sorry Mom, it just kind of hit me in the face and wouldn’t let me go.” She shrugs, and her mom seems satisfied with that answer.
“No worries, I guess I have my own secret too. Please, do come in.” She opens the door, and we walk in.
I put my hand on the small of her back, leading her down the hallway that leads outback. Her house is simple, a two-story home. In an HOA complex, she picked simple decorations. Tan and red line the walls, and everything in between matches. “I thought we could eat out here since it’s so nice out.” She grabs Blair's arm from me and pulls her towards the table.
“I will have a place set for you next to Blair.” Pointing to an empty spot.
“Thank you, Kam.” She looks at Blair and then back at me and smiles sweetly.
They engage in conversation about life and how she is feeling after being so sick. She asks about Xaden and her mom almost turns to mush right in front of us. I pull out my phone and answer a few business texts when Kamara claps her hands getting my attention.
“He’s here.” She smiles at us.
“I will be back!” She gets up and leaves us.
I place my hand on Blair’s thigh, and she jumps. “Wyatt,” she warns, and I lift the glass of wine to my lips and drink.
I move my hand under her dress, and she gasps. “Please,” she whispers .
She rubs her thighs together, “Wyatt, this is my first time meeting him. Please don’t.”
I look up and see her mom coming back, “Want to make it two?” raising a brow at her.
“N… no,” she looks up as her mom walks in.
We stand up as Xaden walks in. He’s tall, dresses casually, and has a few visible tattoos on his pale skin. Blue eyes meet me under glasses that frame his face. He’s in his early forties, I know because I looked into him. He’s kind and friendly. Kamara couldn’t have done better for herself. His blonde hair is combed back with speckles of grey here and there.
“Everyone, this is Xaden,” Kamara blushes with a huge smile on her face.
“Hello, nice to meet you. Your mother has told me so much about you,” he reaches his hand out towards Blair.
Blair clears her throat and leans over to grab his hand, “It’s nice to meet you too, Xaden.”
They let go and she sits too hard and sits up instantly. “Blair, are you ok?” Kamara asks and she slowly nods her head.
I can see the sweat forming on her head. “Mhm, fine,” she grips her hands together under the table. The cooling gel is finally getting to her.
“If you would excuse me, I need to use the bathroom,” she glares at me and goes to stand up.
I say nothing, which she knows is a warning. “I, uhm, never mind,” she says picking up her drink and chugging it.
“Refill?” Xaden asks and she nods holding her cup out.
“No, Blair will have water.”
“We have plans after this, and I need you clearheaded.” She looks baffled.
Kamara giggles, “It’s so nice to see you with someone who cares about you, Blair. Although I think one more glass of wine wouldn’t hurt her.” She looks at me and winks .
“As you wish,” I nod and sit back in my chair.
I pull out my phone and flip open the app that connects with her panties. Her eyes lock onto my phone, and she tenses. Now connecting the dots- vibrating panties. I place it on my thigh, and she squeezes my hand in another silent plea to not do what we both know is inevitable.
“Actually, here mom. I should have water, I had two glasses before I came here with Wyatt. I shouldn’t push the limit.” Her mom doesn’t know about her going out and drinking with Elena, so to her, a few glasses would do it for her.
She smiles at Blair and nods. Grabbing the drink, and pours it into her half-empty wine glass.
“So, how did you meet?” Blair asks, taking a sip of water.
Her hands are tightly gripped in her lap as she listens to the story of how they met. “The grocery store huh? It sounds so movie-like,” Blair says and Kamara laughs.
“He asked for my number and well the rest is explanatory.”
A loud ding comes from inside and Kam stands. “Dinner is ready, let me go get it. I’ll be right back.”
“Would you like help, hunny?” Xaden asks and she smiles.
“That would be great, thanks.” He stands, takes her hand and they go back inside the house.
“Wyatt, these panties are… I have to use the bathroom, please?” The corner of my mouth tilts up.
“You’re impossible!” She grits out.
They walk back in with a roasting pan and set it in the middle of the table. I click on the app and turn it on to the lowest setting of vibration. She gasps and nearly jumps out of her seat.
“Blair, you ok?” Her mom looks worried .
“F… Fine,” I push her back on her seat with my hand on her thigh.
“Ok, feel free to dig in, we are going to grab the salad and rolls,” I smile and nod.
“W… Wyatt,” she moans and I smile- moving my hand up on her thigh.
“Yes?” She locks eyes with me.
“I-“
I turn it up a notch and she grips my hand again. She squirms in her chair, trying to move them off her clit but they are stuck in place until I remove them. I turn it up once more and she bites her lip hard, silencing her pleas. She slowly starts rocking back and forth in her chair. I lean up, put some food on her plate, and then serve the rest of the table. Her mom walks back in with salad and rolls. “Xaden will be right back.” She winks at me.
I keep my hand under the table, so she has something to grip onto. My cock is so fucking hard right now watching her ride the chair. She has stopped moving and her eyes look like they might actually fucking pop out of her head.
Blair
I can’t think, I can’t breathe. The cooling sensation has been driving me slowly towards insanity. He sits there making conversation with my mom and Xaden when he returns. While I am sitting here, I am about to burst, trying to pretend nothing is wrong. It’s taking everything in me not to moan or move my hips. It’s pure fucking torture. He opens his phone, and my heart almost leaps out of my chest, thinking he is about to turn it up. But he opens his messages and types ‘Eat’ in big letters .
I want to scream at him, but I can’t even speak without giving myself away. This is humiliating and embarrassing, which is probably why he is doing it.
“Blair, how is Elena doing? I know she was supposed to come but her mom said she wasn’t feeling well.” He opens the app and hovers over the plus sign.
“She’s fine,” I almost yell and he moves his fingers.
“That’s good. I made her some soup; would you bring it to her for me?”
“Of course,” I try to give her the best smile I can right now.
I feel my orgasm building, I feel something warm drip over my fingers. I look down to see I have dug my fingers into him so hard I made him bleed. I remove my fingers and he smirks.
I pick up my fork and lean over to take a bite when I freeze. Shiiiiiit!
My body stiffens and my legs tense. Everyone is looking at me when Wyatt clears his throat. He takes his bloodied arm and picks up his fork. “Oh my god, Wyatt. You’re bleeding!” My mom stands up.
She rushes to him, all attention on him now and I come undone. I close my eyes tightly and stop breathing.
She hands him a towel. “Thank you. I’m not sure what happened,” Wyatt’s calm and casual voice makes me want to scream.
“Stay here, I have a first aid kit. Xaden, can you grab it? It’s in the bathroom under the counter.” He stands up and goes to grab it.
He doesn’t shut off the vibrating torture panties. My mom stands up when Xaden yells he can’t find it- typical man for you .
Wyatt turns towards me and smiles. “Did you have fun? He leans in and kisses my lips, taking what little breath I have away.
“Please turn them off.”
“I don’t think I want to. You looked to be enjoying yourself, I’d hate to take that away from you.” I narrow my eyes.
“Wyatt, now,” I say through gritted teeth, and he laughs.
“One more time, for me?” I shake my head.
He reaches up and turns it all the way up, and I nearly jump out of my seat.
He grabs my arm and yanks me down on his lap. His hands go under my dress, and he spreads my legs open. “Oh god,” I gasp, and my head falls back when his hands press on the panties.
“Ask me,” he whispers.
“Please,” is all I can say, and he presses hard.
My hips buck backward and I feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. “Master,” I finish my plea and he kisses under my ear.
“Better hurry, they’re coming back, and I can’t distract them this time.” My heart is pounding so hard I fear he can hear it.
He starts rubbing up and down over my swollen sensitive clit, the vibration becoming too much. I jerk forward and bump into the table knocking over a glass of wine. “Wyatt,” I moan, coming undone again. He chuckles and reaches up to turn them off, “Good girl. Now sit in your come like the filthy little whore you are. A reminder that I hold the power here and you are the willing participant.” God the words this man speaks to me does something to my soul.
“I have to pee,” I whine.
“Soon,” he whispers, patting my leg .
He closes my legs and fixes my dress just as my mom walks in. Standing up, I grab his arm and pretend to care that he’s bleeding. I don’t, I’m glad he is bleeding because of me.
“Sorry! I forgot I moved it when I straightened up last night. Here take this and clean it.” She hands it to me, and I open it.
Pulling out the things I need I clean it up. I guess it’s the least I can do since I am the reason for his bleeding. After dinner, my mom hands me the soup. “He is super cute,” she says wiggling her brows.
I look back over at the man who inserted himself into my life and refuses to leave. “Yeah, he is,” I admit.
“He is very kind,” she says, and I laugh.
“I’m glad you approve,” I mumble, and she giggles.
I want to change the subject. "Xaden seems really nice. He genuinely cares about you. You deserve the world, Mom. I'm happy you have him." Her eyes glisten with tears.
"You really think so?" she asks, almost disbelievingly.
"Yes," I reassure her with a smile, and she sighs with relief.
"We're thinking about moving in together," she confesses.
My smile broadens, and I pull her into a hug. "I approve," I say warmly, and she squeezes me tightly.
"Nothing will change between us," she assures.
I pull back and smile, “I’m not eleven anymore, Mom. You don’t need to tell me over and over you will still be my mom. I love you more than anything in this world, and I want you to be happy. I’m happy for you.” She breaks down in tears and I pull her into another hug.
“I love you. I love you so much. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. A light in a tunnel of darkness.” I wipe a tear on her shirt.
“I love you, too.” She squeezes me one more time .
We hear someone clear their throat and we both jump and knock something off the counter. Xaden laughs, “You two are exactly the same.” he shakes his head, and my mom snickers.
She wipes her tears and kisses my cheek, “I’ll swing by sometime this week,” I nod, and she turns to clean up the mess.
“Ready?” Wyatt asks me and I nod.
“Wyatt, before you go,” my mom says walking around the counter.
“You take care of my daughter,” she says firmly.
“You have my word, I’ll take care of her.” Why does that sound like a threat and not a promise?
My mom brings him into a hug, and he hugs her back. “You two be safe. Text me when you get home.” I nod, and she kisses my cheek one more time before we walk out the door to leave.
When we pull out, he honks, and I wave at my mom. “Wyatt, I seriously have to pee. Please take these off me.” He doesn’t say anything.
“Wyatt…” He turns to look at me when he stops at the light.
“Seriously?” I glare at him.
He pulls open his phone and opens the app. “No,” my voice falters, and he turns it on while looking right at me.
I jerk up but the seatbelt locks holding me in place.
“Oh God,” I can’t help the moan, and he turns his head and takes off.