Chapter 7
Safe Harbor Rule
Wyatt
The sweetest word I’ve heard from her lips. “When you say green, we’re back in scene normally.”
“Okay.” She pauses. “Sir.”
I lean in and kiss her, holding her hand against my racing heart. “This relationship is about trust, trouble. You trust me to keep you safe and stop when you say your safe word or red. And I trust you to use those words when you need to. I’m glad you told me how you feel.”
She smiles widely, but she might feel differently when we reach ten.
“Back to the position, trouble.” I help her off my lap and then let her figure out how to lie back down on me.
She finds a comfortable spot.
“Don’t forget to count.” I raise my hand and smack her ass.
“Two, sir.”
I thrust two fingers into her and rub her clit with my other hand. She tightens her muscles around me, so I work her hard and fast. She cries out as her pussy gushes around my fingers.
“Fuck, Wyatt.” She sounds disappointed.
I stroke my fingers in and out as she shivers on my lap. “Let’s make this a lesson in control, trouble.”
“What does that mean?” She’s got that sad tone to her voice, like when she doesn’t get her way. It makes me smile.
“Meaning I won’t punish you more for coming, but let’s see if you can start to hold off those orgasms.” I draw my fingers out of her pussy. “Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
I spank her.
“Three, sir.”
My fingers thrust into her and she barely makes it three thrusts before she’s crying out.
“Fuck, trouble. You’re terrible at this.” I spank her.
“Four, sir.” There’s that stubborn side I’ve been waiting for. It’s in the tone of her voice and the way she holds on to me. She’s determined.
I almost take it easy on her, knowing she’s going to fail again. I go right for her clit this time, ruthlessly circling it, knowing she’s already warmed up for it. She tenses against me.
“Come for me, trouble.”
She cries out and slumps against me.
“Good girl.” I smooth my hand over her ass.
“I’m not a dog,” she grumbles.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like it.” I bring my hand down on her ass.
“Five, sir.” She draws in a deep breath and clenches.
I shake my head. Tensing won’t help. “Up.”
“What?” She lifts her head to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed.
“Up. How and when, trouble, or did you forget?” Patience isn’t her virtue. But I need to change things.
Her pale green eyes narrow on me with distrust as she stands.
“Take off your shirt and bra.” I lean back on my hands to watch her. How many nights did I imagine having her to myself like this? Having her naked in my room, begging me to fuck her?
She tosses them on the ground and stands naked with her hands on her waist, waiting. Her fingers drum on her hips. Fuck, she’d make a lousy submissive if I wanted someone pliant and completely under my control.
She doesn’t seem to want to give me control without questioning me at every point. But only for me. I didn’t fail to notice the way she caved for Dante. She wants to do what he says, but for me, she’s all fire.
I smirk, pretty sure I prefer her fire. “Straddle my lap.”
Her red eyebrow arches but she does as she’s told. Her pussy glistens with her wetness. If I stroke her, she’ll come, probably before I’m ready for her to.
I straighten and she shifts a little when her nipples brush my shirt. They’re sensitive. I want to see if she can come from just breast play.
“Trust me, trouble?”
Her eyes meet mine and I can see that determination in them. She wants to be what I need. She craves it, but she doesn’t realize she’s already everything I ever wanted. I can’t forget that this isn’t forever though.
“Yes, sir.”
“Hands on my shoulders.”
She does it but she watches me warily. I brush the backs of my fingers over her stomach. She tenses, but when I keep them away from her pussy, she releases her breath and muscles.
“Tell me what you thought of last night.” I blow my hot breath across her nipples.
She shivers and straightens. “I definitely liked the sex.”
I draw my hands up to her rib cage, following her ribs with my fingers, caressing below her breasts. “What else?”
“Sleeping with all of you.” Her pupils are dilated as she meets my eyes. “I want to do that again. I don’t want it to be a one-time thing.”
I slide my thumbs under her breasts and along the sides. “You mean you want Drew to be included.”
She sucks in a breath and shifts on my lap. “Yes, sir. I liked what we did last night and yesterday. I don’t want this to stop.”
Blowing across her nipples, I drag my fingers down her breastbone. Her breath quickens and her nipples are tight peaks just begging for my touch.
“Do you like being watched, trouble?”
She nods and wets her lips. “Yes, sir.”
I massage her breasts with long strokes, avoiding her nipples.
Her breath comes out in a pant. She asks, “Did you enjoy yesterday?”
“Very much.” Smirking, I blow across her nipples again.
“Is it how you imagined?” There’s a note of trepidation in her tone. As confident as Sara is, she still wants to please me.
My thumbs trace her areola. She gasps and her hips rock on me.
“You were perfect.” I lean forward and lick her nipple.
“Oh.” She sounds surprised.
I rub her nipple with my finger while I lick her other one.
She arches against me, but I don’t change the pressure. It’s building inside her, slowly, sweetly. I can’t wait until she explodes.
She clutches at my shoulders, her fingers digging in. I change sides, licking, stroking her nipples as she makes little noises in her throat.
When I pinch her nipple, she gasps and moans.
“Wyatt?” She sounds unsure.
I blow over her wet nipple, watching it tighten more before lifting my gaze to hers. “What, trouble?”
“Do you… Should I…”
I pinch her nipples and she shudders.
“Not every good sensation comes from your pussy, trouble.” I lean in and draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it.
She lets out a low moan and I pinch her other nipple again.
I pull back and her eyes are dazed. “You have permission to come when you feel it.”
Taking the nipple I pinched into my mouth and sucking on it, I twist her other nipple and pull on it, over and over. I nibble on her nipple and then suck it better as her hips rock on me.
“Wyatt, I— Oh, fuck.”
She cries out her release and shivers in my arms. I kiss up her neck to her mouth and claim her lips. Her fingers sink into my hair as she gives in fully to me. Perfection.
My cock is achingly hard and throbbing in my pants, but I’m not going to do anything about it. This is about her.
Sara
I don’t even know what to think about what Wyatt just did to me. It was a barrage of sensation that overwhelmed me. My pussy aches, wanting more from him. His hard cock rests between my legs.
Knowing how he feels inside me makes me want to undo his pants and sink down on him. Fuck it, what am I holding back for?
I fumble with his belt and he draws back from my mouth to look down at my hands.
“What are you doing, trouble?” Disappointment threads his tone. It makes me hesitate. Part of me still wants his approval.
“Um, helping?” I rub my pussy against his hardness.
Heat flares in his eyes, but he just shakes his head. “Stand.”
I sigh and stand. “This Dom thing isn’t very fun.”
He stands and tips my chin up so our eyes lock. His dark eyes are amused. “It’s about power exchange, trouble. I want you to be vulnerable to me. To give up control and let me decide what to do with you.”
“I mean, I like the orgasms and the spanking is interesting, but it seems like a lot of unnecessary rules.” I just want to fuck Wyatt. Why is that so hard? I mean, he’s hard and that’s what being hard is used for, so dammit, fuck me already.
He backs me into the wall and tugs my hair to make me look at him. “Some times it will be like this, trouble. Me in control. You being the brat you are. Other times, I’ll want to take your control. I’ll want to unleash both of us, so that we can truly fly.”
I wet my lips and smirk. “Okay, how about we do that?”
He chuckles low and leans down to kiss my neck. Sparks light through my body. When he reaches the point where my neck and shoulder meet, he bites. Hard.
“Ah, Wyatt!” I put my hands on his chest but don’t push him away. Aching need pulses between my legs.
Amusement dances in his eyes when he lifts them to mine. “You aren’t ready for it yet. There will be a lot of communication prior to a scene like that. Today you need to recover from being fucked every which way by four greedy men. So let’s start slow.”
I blow out a breath. I’ve been waiting years to have him. To do any of this. I don’t want to go slow.
“You still have five spankings and five orgasms to go.” He trails his fingers over my quivering stomach.
I narrow my eyes. Is this really what I want? Him controlling me. Making me come without letting me reciprocate.
Technically, I can call it quits at any point. I still have power. But if I do, just because I want to see what might happen, will Wyatt want to play with me again?
“Fine. Green. Let’s get this going.” I wave my hand between the two of us.
“Hands on the wall, trouble.”
I put my hands flat on the wall and quirk an eyebrow at him.
He blows out a frustrated breath. “Okay, smartass, five spanks and then five orgasms. You don’t have to try to control them.”
That sounds like a win. I smile.
He turns me to face the wall and pulls me back a few steps. He doesn’t release my hips. “Hands on the wall.”
I bend over and brace my hands. His hips press against mine and I suck in a breath.
He holds my hip with his left hand while the other raises. He brings it down on my ass cheek. “Count, trouble.”
“Six, sir.”
He smacks my other ass cheek.
“Seven.”
Then the other.
“Eight.”
The sting is building, burning.
“Nine.”
I bite my lip as I wait for the next one. When he spanks me, my ass burns.
“Ten.”
I release my breath, thinking the worst part is over.
“Color, trouble?”
“Green.”
He runs his hand over my warm ass cheek and I hiss at the pain. He chuckles low.