Chapter 36 #2
“No, sir.” I arch an eyebrow. Maybe I want some brownie points before he punishes me.
He narrows his eyes, but I smile. He must think I’ve lost my mind.
“Your dress is in my room. Along with your jewelry.”
That perks me up. “Jewelry?”
Wyatt doesn’t seem like the type to dress me or buy me jewels. I should really be wary, but no one’s ever bought me jewelry before. A little burst of happiness flows through me as he drags me across the hall to his room.
He releases me and I walk to the bed, toward the red fabric and the black box. The door shuts behind me and the lock snicks into place. A tiny shiver races up my spine. I have my back to him but I can feel him in the room, watching me, closing in on me.
“Sunday, I want to play with you.” His shirt brushes against my back.
“Play with me?” My insides spin with desire. Last time he played with me he made me come so many times.
“Hunt you.” He drags his finger down the side of my neck, making me quiver. “I want you to fight me off.”
“Wyatt.” Need pulses through me. A need only he can fulfill.
“Open the box.”
My eyes open and I take in the beautiful red dress before reaching for the box. He grabs my hips to keep me from moving away from his heat. Like I could if I wanted to. I’m drawn to his heat, unable to resist the burns he might leave behind.
I open the box. Inside is a thin black choker with a little bow tied in the ribbon. The ends of the ribbon hold tiny diamonds. His arms surround me as he lifts the choker from the box and brings it around my neck.
“You belong to me, trouble.”
I don’t protest. But my heart flips.
“You belong to us,” he says softer.
My heart settles. He’s getting there. He hooks the choker around my neck.
“I may not be able to claim you in public, but when I see you wearing this, I’ll know you’re mine.”
When I touch it, part of me is so fucking proud to wear this for him.
I reach for the dress.
“Not yet, trouble.” His hands rest heavily on my shoulders.
I clasp my hands in front of me. Punishment. I groan internally. Seminaked punishment, though… That perks me up.
“Do you understand why we have rules?” He strokes down my shoulder blades before releasing my bra. He draws it off me and puts it on top of the dress.
I shiver. “So you can control me?”
His hands glide down my sides following the curve of my waist to the top of my panties. He slips them down my legs.
I’m sure he can smell my arousal as it becomes an aching need.
“Step out of them.” It’s an order.
I do as I’m told, hoping for so much more. My panties join my bra and the dress.
“We already know you can’t control when you orgasm and that you’re sensitive.” He cups my breasts and I release my breath, falling back into his heat. “You come from having your breasts caressed and from giving head. Do you know how lucky that is?”
“Yes.” I know there are some women who can’t orgasm at all. One of my electives in college was about the psychology of sex. It was fascinating.
He pinches my nipple, sending a burst of pain and pleasure through me. I gasp.
“Stay put, trouble.” He draws away with a little chuckle.
When he walks around his bed, my gaze follows him. He opens the second drawer on his nightstand and shifts the objects inside before lifting something out. He’s careful not to show me though.
“Bend over and brace your hands on the footboard.” Wyatt strokes his hand down my back as I lower. “Your punishment is free use during breakfast.”
“What does that mean?” I shiver when I hear the squirt of lube. His fingers trail over my asshole before sliding inside. “Fuck.”
I’m already so sensitive and ready to come.
“Meaning. That if someone wants to put their cock in your mouth, you let them use your mouth. If they want to fuck your tight little cunt while you eat, you let them.”
He fucks his fingers in and out of my ass, taking me higher.
“And if they want to fuck my ass, I suppose I let them.”
He draws his fingers out and the blunt tip of a toy presses there. “No, trouble. Your ass is for me to play with.”
He pushes in the toy, stretching me a little before it’s all the way in. I hear a click and then my ass buzzes to life.
“Oh.” I straighten as it vibrates inside me. I whimper as it pushes me to the edge. I reach for it, but Wyatt grabs my hand and turns up the vibration. “Oh, fuck.”
I come. It’s fast, but still feels good. But not as good as when one of them is fucking me. The vibration stops and it’s almost a letdown how quickly I came.
“Hmm.” Wyatt steps away as I sag next to his bed. Wiping his hand on a towel, he goes back to the drawer and pulls out something else. “I’m curious how much pain you can take.”
I blow out a breath and straighten as he returns to me.
Long, thin scissor-like things are connected to a chain.
“Face me.”
I turn to him and meet his eyes.
“Give me your finger.”
I hold up my hand and he opens the item and clamps it to my little finger. There’s pressure but not a lot. He studies my eyes.
“This is a light nipple clamp. I won’t put them on for long. Just during breakfast.” He unclamps my finger and plucks at my already hardened nipples with his fingers.
The plug still in my ass making me full has me burning. Every tweak is like another log thrown on the fire inside. When he puts the first clamp on, I gasp.
“Wyatt?” I don’t know if I like the feel of that.
He puts the second one on and I whimper. “It won’t leave a mark, trouble.”
It’s not intolerable but it does hurt. He disappears into the bathroom and washes his hands. I touch my nipple and a zap of pleasure and pain slices through me.
When he comes out, he studies me. Then walks to his chest of drawers and pulls out two more things. “This is for those other punishments I didn’t get to give you.”
My eyes widen as I look at the handcuffs and spreader bar. Breakfast is going to be a unique experience.