Chapter 6
Exemption
Sara
Wyatt opens the door to the apartment after escorting me from the lobby. Finn had to run to the office even though it’s a holiday and Dante is picking up Peabody. The apartment feels different now. Like everything has changed since yesterday when Wyatt touched me for the first time.
The door closes and I shiver. We’re alone.
He comes up behind me and draws me back against him. Goose bumps rise all over me at his touch. I’m alone with Wyatt and he’s touching me. Part of me still can’t believe it.
“How many times have you come this morning, trouble?”
Shivers ripple through me as he strokes his hands over my hips.
“A few.” Dozen. These guys make it so easy to come.
“You were okay with me spanking you?” He rubs my ass cheek.
“Yes.” I press into his hand, wanting more. I should want a nap at this point, not more playing. But it’s hard to resist when I don’t know how long this will last. Fuck it, it’s basically our honeymoon period and I plan to take full advantage.
“Ten.” Wyatt pulls me back against his hard body.
“What?” I try to turn, but he holds me and ushers me forward to the couch. Is he talking about spanking? “Ten?”
He sinks down on the couch and pats his lap. “Unless you have a more accurate count.”
My lips turn down as I try to remember if I’ve had more or less than ten.
“Be a good girl and take your punishment.”
“Why? There has to be a reason.” I cross my arms and give him a mutinous look.
He sighs. “How many of those orgasms came from me?”
I open my mouth and then close it. None. Fuck.
However, we didn’t agree to what I can be punished for yet. I take a step back.
He leans forward a little. “Come on, trouble. Surely you can count how many orgasms you received from me this morning?”
Except he hasn’t given me any this morning. Not one. I made him come, but Finn, Dante, and Drew made me come.
“So you’re going to spank me for you not giving me any orgasms?” I step away from him again, toward my bedroom door. I can hold him off until Finn or Dante gets home if I want to. Why does he have to make everything so hard?
He smirks. “This would go quicker if you just took your punishment.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one spanking you?” I take another step back. “After all, I made you come this morning.”
He sighs and pushes to his feet like it’s an inconvenience. “Trouble.”
My insides burst into flames at the thought of him coming after me. This isn’t Wyatt of a week ago where I could walk naked in front of him and he wouldn’t do anything. This is my Wyatt, who fucks me hard. Who wants me as much as I want him.
Another step toward the bedrooms. Oh, I forgot he wanted me to call him…
“Sir.” My tone is a little bratty even to my ears, but the fire that burns in his eyes has me soaking my panties. Whatever he decides to do, I know I’m going to like it too much. Even if it hurts.
“Come take your punishment.” He hasn’t moved yet, letting me get really close to the doors. Close to my escape from him.
“Or what?” That little piece of me that wants to be chased is fucking glowing.
He shakes his head and takes a step toward me. My pulse is thumping hard in my veins. I fumble behind me for the doorknob.
“Don’t make me chase you.” He lowers his head like a bull ready to charge.
Oh, he wants to chase me. I’m good with that. My whole body buzzes with anticipation.
“Make me, sir.” I twist the doorknob and hurry into Wyatt’s room. Oh shit, I meant to go into my room and close the door. I’m not as familiar with Wyatt’s room, so while I hesitate on where to go, arms grab me from behind.
When I’m lifted off my feet, I squeal and spit out, “You should be a more giving lover if you want me to have more orgasms with you.”
“I’m going to enjoy training you, trouble.” His voice sends shivers down my spine to pool low feeding my desire.
“Let me go, Wyatt.” I pry at his arm as he carries me to the bed.
When he drops me on it, I scramble to dart to the other side. He grabs my ankle and drags me back. Awareness of him rips through me, filling me with need. I don’t really want to get away, but fuck, do I long to be chased.
“Okay, trouble, you want to bargain?”
I jerk at his hold on my foot. “I shouldn’t have to bargain.”
“But I’ve got you and I can do anything I want to you. So do you want to bargain or do you want me to do exactly what I want?”
Oof, the temptation.
It’s like liquid heat fills my veins. I mull it over. I’m so curious about what he wants to do to me, but I also like the idea of bargaining.
I stop struggling and turn back toward him. “Bargain with me.”
A low growl makes me want to change my mind, but then I remember.
“Sir.”
He releases my ankle and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him. This could be a trap. I pull my legs under me and then crawl to the edge and sit next to him. The smell in here is intoxicating and sitting next to his heat puts me on edge.
“Here’s what I’ll offer, trouble, seeing as we don’t have an agreement in place yet.” His fingers brush my thigh.
A shiver runs through me at the yet. “Fine, sir.”
His dark eyes lock on mine. “For every spank, I’ll give you an orgasm.”
My thighs tighten against the aching need he stirs. I don’t want to reveal how much that tempts me.
“Is there a catch?” I narrow my eyes.
He smiles and it still feels predatory. “I choose how you come and when you come.”
My mouth drops open and closes. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back. “So if I come before you say so?”
“Then I’ll add to your punishment until you get it right, trouble.” He holds his hand out to me. “Do we have a deal?”
I glance at the drawer, knowing he has a dildo collection. I haven’t played with toys yet. The only problem I see is if I can’t hold back coming and he makes me have even more orgasms. Oh, no, not that. I scoff in my head.
Taking his hand, I shake it. “Deal, sir.”
“Take your pants off.” It’s a command that makes me tremble with anticipation.
Standing, I undo my pants and kick off my shoes. I shimmy the jeans over my hips, and with my hand on his shoulder to balance myself, I take them off. He kisses the inside of my elbow. It shouldn’t wind me up, but I’m already soaking wet for him.
When I reach for my panties, he stays my hand. I arch a questioning brow at him.
“Not yet.” Wyatt pats his lap.
Fuck, I guess it’s now or never. I lower myself awkwardly on his lap.
“One spank. One orgasm. You need to keep count or we’ll start over.” He helps position me. I feel a little ridiculous lying on his lap with my t-shirt and panties on, while he’s fully clothed. My ass is aimed at the door, which Wyatt conveniently left open.
Maybe I do have an exhibitionist kink. The thought of Finn or Dante or both standing in the door watching Wyatt do what he wants with me makes me dizzy with lust.
“Ready, trouble?”
Taking a deep breath, which is a little hard in my current position, I say, “Yes, sir.”
He strokes his hand over my panties before he lifts it. The smack and sting make me yelp. “Count.”
“One, sir.”
He rubs my ass cheek, easing the sting and blending the pain with something much nicer. “Much as I want to fuck this pussy, I don’t want to be blamed for you being too sore. Just know if you were only mine, I’d spank you with my dick buried inside your tight cunt.”
That sounds good. At my whimper, he chuckles darkly.
“Was there anything you didn’t like last night?” Wyatt’s fingers stroke closer and closer to my pussy.
“No, sir.” I bite my lip as his fingers edge along my panties between my legs. I spread my legs hoping to encourage him.
“We went through the consent form fairly quickly.” He rubs where my thighs meet my body but doesn’t touch my pussy.
I groan my frustration, but Wyatt just chuckles and keeps doing what he wants. Meanwhile, I’m vibrating, waiting for my promised orgasm.
“We’ll talk about training more, but you understand that I want you to follow orders when we’re in a scene or you’ll be corrected?” He lightly glides his finger down the center of my panties.
I suck in a breath at the rush of need. “Do what you say or you’ll punish me?”
“No, trouble. Do what I say or I’ll correct you.
Sometimes there will be punishment, other times we’ll just redo what we’re working on over and over until you get it.
” He slides his fingers beneath the edge of my panties and presses on the spot he spanked.
It still stings a little. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I understand that I’m going to die waiting for an orgasm.
“If we’re playing outside of a set scene, you need to use your safe word or the color system.” He opens my pussy by pushing on my ass cheek.
“Mmhmm.” My focus centers on his fingers and how they might touch me next.
“I may force you into positions and use you with or without letting you come.”
I squirm on his lap. I want it all, but I need an orgasm now. This teasing is torture.
“Do you understand when to use your safe word, trouble?” His finger glides over my wet panties again.
“Yes, sir.” When he doesn’t do anything more, I groan my frustration and sag on his lap.
“What’s wrong?” His tone says he knows exactly what’s wrong and he enjoys torturing me.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Maybe I just want you to spank me and forget the orgasms if you’re going to take all day to get to them.”
“No, trouble, a deal is a deal.” He curls his fingers around my panties, brushing against my pussy, and rips them off me.
I gasp at the sting as the fabric tears.
“Wyatt?” I push to get up, but he presses on the center of my back.
“Remember, you only come when I say or you’ll be punished.” His tone is light but there’s a dark note that makes a shiver trace down my spine.
“Yes, sir.” There’s a tremble in my voice because I don’t know what he’s going to do now.
He flattens his fingers on my pussy, and I tense ready for more. He rubs them in a circle, spreading my wetness. I clutch his leg as he keeps it up, winding me tighter and tighter.
My breath stutters in and out as he holds me down and plays with my pussy. Just as I’m getting close, he changes technique, rubbing two fingers up and down my slit from my entrance to my clit and back again until I’m moaning with the need for release.
“Not yet, trouble.” When he slides his fingers back to my clit, he pinches it between them. I cry out, trying to keep the release from barreling over me.
“Please,” I bite out.
“Are you going to be patient and take your punishment like a good girl?” Wyatt eases up slightly, allowing me to breathe.
“Yes, sir. Please may I come?” Everything inside me is wound so tight. I’m barely holding it together.
He rubs my pussy slowly, like he’s considering it. Every touch is almost excruciating because I’m right there on the edge, ready and waiting to fall off. Needing to fall off.
“Since you asked so nicely, come for me.” He pinches my clit and white light bursts in front of my eyes as I cry out my release.
I collapse over his lap as every ounce of resistance flees. He lightly strokes me, sending tiny quivers through my pussy.
“That’s one, trouble.”
His words filter into my consciousness. That was one. Oh, fuck.
My body is like a wrung-out washcloth and that was only one? He’s going to do this nine more times?
“Wyatt, I don’t know if I can do this nine more times.”
“We’re just getting started, trouble.” There’s amusement in his voice as he moves his hand back to my ass cheek.
I blow out a breath. “I don’t even understand what I’m being punished for. Last night we all fucked, but this morning because you didn’t make me come, you’re going to punish me for each time the others did? I mean, this is a dangerous precedent to set.”
“What color are you, trouble?” Wyatt stops, his hand resting on my ass cheek, branding me with his heat. “Red, yellow, or green? If you really don’t want to go on, you need to tell me.”
I bite my lip. “What do I say if I want to talk about it, but I’m not sure I want to stop?”
“Yellow is your pause button. If something is uncomfortable or you need to pee or change positions, yellow means something needs to change before we go forward.”
I don’t want to actually stop but we need to talk about this. “Okay, yellow.”
Wyatt lifts me up. When my knees wobble, he draws me onto his lap to straddle him. He brushes my hair behind my ears and tips my chin up with his knuckle. “Is this okay?”
I nod. “I just don’t understand the rules.
And I mean, this could go on all day if I can’t just have orgasms, because I will have them.
And then we start back at one? Because even though no one else has given me orgasm, I got really good at giving them to myself and it’s not like I was denying myself release.
I’m used to coming when I need to come.”
Wyatt’s dark eyes meet mine and I’m surprised to find patience and understanding in them. “Orgasm denial and control are part of the game, trouble. Yes, it will take time to get better at it, but you shouldn’t feel bad if you can’t yet.”
I slide my hand down his shirt and rest my palm over his heartbeat. “Is this a Dom thing or a jealous thing with the orgasms from this morning?”
He smiles a little like he’s embarrassed for being called out.
“A little of both. But there’s no anger here.
” He presses his hand over mine. “I know they’ll fuck you and give you mind-blowing orgasms. Will I want to punish you for some of those?
Probably. But only if that punishment is something that brings you pleasure or release too. I don’t want to hurt you, Sara.”
The sincerity in his eyes is too much. My heart is melting as I lean forward and capture his lips. He lets me lead, opening his mouth when I demand entrance, dancing his tongue with mine when I ask.
When I sit back, his heart beats heavy against my palm.
“If you want to stop, we can stop.” Wyatt smooths his hand over my hair. “We can go watch a movie or just cuddle on the bed. Not everything we do has to be about sex.”
My smile widens. “What? Not about sex? Wyatt Hawkins, you’re not going soft on me now, are you?”
“I’ve never been soft around you, trouble.” He smirks and my insides light up like a pinball machine. “What do you say?”
I search his dark eyes. He would be okay with us going and doing something else. And part of me really wants to test that. But the other part of me is fucking greedy…
“Green.”