Chapter 7 #2
“Five more orgasms.” He grips my sore ass cheeks and pain pulses from his touch.
“Ow,” I whimper.
“Stand.”
When I stand and turn to face him, he just shakes his head. Yeah, I’m not really following orders well. Maybe the anticipating his orders is too much, but I like that little rumbly growl he lets out with his orders when he’s frustrated with me.
“Hands and knees on the bed.” Mmm, growly. Yes, sir.
Okay, this I can get behind. I climb onto the bed.
“Head down, ass up.”
I put my head down on the bed and wait. He sits next to me and drapes his arm around my waist.
“You’re going to be hard to train, trouble.” His hand skims over the sensitive skin of my ass. For a second, I worry I’ll be too much for him. But I spent years waiting for Wyatt to finally notice me. I was done waiting and now I have him.
Kind of.
His arm tightens around me, holding me in place.
“Count them, trouble.” His fingers glide over my pussy and for a moment, I think he’s going to do the slow and teasing way. I almost sigh.
Instead, he sinks his fingers into my pussy. I gasp.
“Pain?” He pulls out and pushes them back in. Fuck, that feels good.
“No, sir.”
The hand wrapped around me circles my clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out. My breathing increases as his strokes escalate until I shatter on a cry. The orgasm trembles through my whole body.
“One, sir.”
He doesn’t pause but keeps working me. I don’t even come down before I’m pushed over the edge again. My toes curl as I release all over his fingers.
“Two, sir,” I breathe out.
He fucks his fingers in and out of my pussy as he teases my clit. I cry out when the next one tears through me.
“Three.”
Before I can even say sir, I’m moaning as another one takes me over. Almost painfully. Pleasure rips through me.
“Four,” I gasp.
He pulls his hands off me and his tongue is there, plunging inside me, sucking my clit, licking me. I’m a puddle on his bed as wave after wave of release washes over me.
Five. I don’t know if I articulate it or not as the pleasure keeps flowing until I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore. It’s too much but he doesn’t stop.
A guttural moan fills the room as my orgasm finally releases me. My breath comes out in shudders.
“Is this going to be an every day kind of thing?” Dante’s voice penetrates the fog of my euphoria. “Just open doors and fucking Sara?”
A sharp yip is followed by clapping.
“I approve.” Finn strides into the room. “Your pussy is soaked, flower.”
I don’t even try to move as Wyatt sits beside me on the bed. “I think I need a nap.”
“You sure you don’t want another orgasm?” Finn chuckles.
I roll away as his hand touches my ass, dragging the sheet over me. “Nap.”
Wyatt holds his arms out. “Come on, trouble. This is the best part. Aftercare.”
I eye him warily, but reluctantly sink into his arms. He cradles me against him and stands.
“She’ll be out to play in thirty minutes.”
Finn smirks and winks.
“Or to nap.” Realistic expectations. I arch my eyebrow at Finn and he laughs.
Wyatt carries me into the bathroom and shuts the door. “Are you good to stand?”
“Yes.”
He sets me down before the counter and starts the bathtub filling. He pulls a dress shirt that he wore to work off a hanger and helps me put it on. His fingers work each of the buttons slowly.
“How do you feel?” He grabs a bottle and adds some of it to the bathwater. Then he grabs another bottle before he meets my eyes.
“I’m fine.” I pull my hand inside the sleeves and put one foot on top of the other. I wasn’t very good at following his instructions and that makes me nervous. “Did I do okay?”
He smiles and pours lotion into his hand. “You did perfect, Sara.”
“Good.” My breath releases.
“Turn around.” He gestures for me to face the sink. I do as he asks and he lifts the shirt up over my ass. His hand rubs lotion on the sore skin.
I hiss.
“This will make it feel better and so will the bath.”
Glancing at the rising water, I raise an eyebrow. “Will I be taking a lot of baths? Because this is my second one of the day.”
He shakes his head and grabs my shirt to pull me against him. “You can bathe whenever you feel like it, but this is probably the exception. It will help loosen your muscles and make you feel better. Not something you’ll always need, but it’s a nice way to come down after a scene ends.”
He kisses me softly then releases me. With one hand, he tugs off his shirt. I chew on the cuff of my shirt as he undoes his pants and takes them off. His cock is hard and thick. Damn. I want more even after all that. My pussy pulses.
Fuck, I figured I’d be content for at least a short amount of time, but everything perks up and that fire roars back into an inferno.
He turns off the water and approaches me. I gaze up at his face as he focuses on undoing the buttons of my shirt. The tenderness in his eyes makes him seem younger. This is crazy. It feels like a dream.
Wyatt here with me, naked. I know I complained a little, but he just made me come ten times. Ten!
He pushes the shirt off my shoulders and it pools at my feet. His fingers skim the mark on my shoulder from his bite. He leans down and kisses the mark almost reverently. My breath catches.
“After some of our rougher scenes, aftercare will be a way to reconnect.” His dark eyes meet mine as he brushes my hair over my shoulder. “To be gentle with each other. To care for each other.”
A shiver rolls through me.
“That sounds nice.” I step closer and wrap my arms around him, pressing our naked bodies together. For a moment, he holds me against him and my heart nearly explodes.
When he pulls away, he sinks into the tub and holds his hand out to me. I take it and he helps me in, letting me rest against his chest.
“Anything too much? Anything you didn’t like?” Wyatt dribbles water over my breasts, making my nipples tighten in anticipation.
“It was all good.” I sigh and put my head on his shoulder.
“Even though it took too long.” There’s laughter in his voice.
“I should just expect you to take too long for everything.” I smile as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and hugs me.
“We both know you’ll be happy in the end.” He kisses my temple.
Do we? Because even though I don’t want to set the end date, I know there is one. I release my breath and take a cleansing one. I can live in this moment where he’s mine and not worry about the future.
“What about you?”
His hard cock presses against my tailbone, but he doesn’t seem to want to do anything about it.
“Not every scene gets us both off, trouble. Like you said, I got my orgasm this morning and didn’t give you any, so maybe that’s my punishment.”
“And if I don’t want to punish you?” I tip my head up to look over my shoulder.
“I’m good.” He doesn’t want to press the issue.
This time I’ll let him punish himself, but next time, when I’m not so sore, I’ll make sure he’s taken care of too.