Chapter 39 How Many
HOW MANY
Wyatt
Was this a good idea? I honestly wasn’t sure.
She’d been better today, speaking, small smiles here and there when Aspen stopped by.
Snapping at me earlier seemed to have also helped a bit, which I was grateful for.
She could snap at me all she wanted to; I just needed to know she was processing things and not burying these feelings to ignore and not process.
I needed to know she was okay—or at least on the road to okay and not pretending nothing was going on.
So, was the club tonight a good idea? Absolutely no fucking idea, but when I sat on my couch in my dress slacks and white button-up, one ankle propped on the opposite leg, waiting for her, I tried to be optimistic.
I hadn’t reserved us anything specific yet because I had no idea what she’d be in the mood for, but fuck did I want to help get her out of her head for a bit.
“What do you think?” Her voice roused me out of my rampant thoughts, and as my eyes ran up her body.
My mouth felt dry, and words were hard to come by as I took in the full shape and image of the woman I loved.
Ember was in a floor-length white silk dress, no bra in sight, with a slit all the way up her thigh.
It had thin straps and a plunging neckline.
Her hair was clipped up with a few strands down around her face, and her white stilettos matched the dress.
“You look like an angel,” I found myself whispering.
A light pink blush dusted her cheeks, and she dipped her head, but I wasn’t having that. I stood up, walked over to her, and lifted her chin in my hand.
“Fucking stunning, Ember. Are you sure you still want to go tonight?” My voice was cautious as I looked down at her, trying desperately to read her emotions right now, but she was expertly closed off.
“Yeah. There’s a room I want to try out if it’s okay with you.”
I nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll drive.”
She placed her hand in mine, and I hoped I was able to provide what it was she was looking for tonight.
The drive there was quiet in terms of talking; the silence was filled with a playlist Ember had chosen that rolled between ‘90s rap and today’s pop hits.
“This is some kinda playlist.” I smirked when she rolled her eyes.
“It’s my pump-up jams, Wyatt. Just drive and mind your business.”
“Whatever helps, little flame.”
When we arrived at Silk and Spice, she was gracious enough to allow me to open her door, but then she grabbed my hand and led the way into the club as if she owned the place. We walked up to the front counter, and she smiled at Ruby.
“Hi Ruby. I rented a room tonight?” Ember said pleasantly.
Ruby smiled in return and pulled up the computer, her eyes widening for only a moment. “You sure did,” she said with a smirk. “Enjoy yourself, babe, and good luck, Wyatt.”
“What do you—” I started, but Ember shook her head.
“Nope. You said whatever I wanted tonight, and I know what I want. So come along, Mr. Carragan,” she said as she dragged me to the now unlocked door and up the stairs to the second floor.
She didn’t stop until she found the door labeled ‘A Dom’s Playground’, and pushed it open, immediately locking it behind us.
“Ember,” I muttered as I looked around the room, but the words were lost on me when she dropped the dress in the middle of the floor and stared at me in nothing but her heels. The clip left her hair at some point because the long waves were down around her shoulders.
“I don’t want to think, Wyatt. I want the only thing bumbling around in my brain to be your cock, your fingers, your tongue.
I just…I need a moment to exist in this world and not think about the fire and my literal crumbling life’s dreams. I need to just exist in this world,” she said as she waved her hands around.
“I need to be here with you and just be…us.”
I found myself nodding as I unbuttoned my shirt and kicked off my shoes.
But it stopped there. Not being stupid, I knew what Ember loved.
The woman who stayed in control had always craved someone who could take it from her.
Someone who could help center the world and let her exist as her most powerful self, while also shouldering the burden when she needed to breathe.
So I didn’t ask where she wanted to start as I looked around the room.
I made a plan that I wanted to partake in.
There was a king-sized four-poster bed in the far corner, a wall full of different floggers, whips, restraints, and toys on the opposite wall.
There were even restraints that fell from the ceiling if you wanted to tie up your sub and leave them hanging for a bit—which honestly didn’t sound like a terrible idea.
The problem was, Ember didn’t need rough sex; she needed to ride the edge of pain and pleasure in a way that would have her single-mindedly begging to come.
My eyes returned to her, and I watched her chest rise and fall in clear anticipation. I jerked my chin towards the bench on the far left side of the room.
“Go on,” I commanded as I walked towards it.
“I don’t…” Her voice trailed off, and I took her hand, guiding her to the side she needed to be on.
“Your knees sit here, and these straps go over your calves. Bend and lean your chest down here; this strap goes along your back, and then your arms drop down to these straps.” She nodded as she listened.
The bench was made to strap your partner down in all the places that would keep them steady but not let them escape until you wanted them to. I also loved that the back portion would keep her thighs spread for me.
It took a few moments to ensure she was strapped in and everything was at the right height for her short frame.
“Comfy?” She nodded, and I glared down at her. “Words, Ember.”
“Yes, yes, comfy,” she replied softly.
“Good.” I walked around the bench slowly, taking in the sight of her tied down and ready for me. “Tell me what you’re thinking. What’s on your mind?”
My index finger grazed from the base of her spine up and along her neck. She was leaning on her cheek, her eyes away from me at the moment.
“I don’t know where to go from here,” she whispered.
I nodded. “When one door in life is forced shut, it is normal to feel unsure about the future, Ember. That doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you.”
Not giving her a chance to respond, because truly, I knew she wasn’t in the right headspace to be responding right now anyway, I gave her left ass-cheek a quick smack.
It wasn’t a hard one, but it was enough to leave her gasping over the slight sting of it.
She tried to shift, only to realize she couldn’t on the bench.
“Thoughts?” I asked.
“More,” she replied.
Smirking, I struck again, twice and a bit harder. Her body jerked against the restraints, and she let out a soft moan.
“How many so far?” I watched as her breathing calmed.
“Three,” she whispered.
“I’m thinking we go to ten. I want you to count as we go.”
She nodded, and I didn’t press her lack of words right now. I wanted her to focus on the sound of her own voice and what was happening—how she was feeling—nothing else.
Smacking the left side again, I smiled at the solid red handprint left behind.
“Four.”
My hand rubbed over her ass before two swift hits to the right, leaving her a gasping mess. Her hips strained to find any pressure available, but she couldn’t move an inch. I didn’t have to touch her to know she was a wet, throbbing mess right now.
“How many, Ember?”
“Six.”
“Good girl.”
“Please, Wyatt,” she whimpered.
I chuckled. “Please what?”
My fingertips grazed along her bright red ass cheeks, causing her entire body to shiver. My cock was fighting against my zipper as I watched her squirm below me, and I wanted to feel her fight and squirm against me.
I moved to stand between her thighs and gave another full smack to the left side when she didn’t answer me, my palm hitting the red flesh, my handprint left behind in a perfectly shaped mark.
“Seven.”
Smirking, I slowly unzipped my slacks so they wouldn’t make a noise.
“Tell me what you want, Ember,” I said as the tips of my fingers grazed over her ass again.
“Fuck Wyatt!” she whimpered as she tried to arch her back and lift her ass higher. “You, please, you.”
I chuckled and smacked the right side of her ass again before lining my cock up with her entrance and sliding all the way to the hilt.
Her hands fisted, and her entire body shook, her cunt already squeezing around my cock as she came.
I didn’t allow her a moment to adjust; my hands gripped both sides of her hips, and I set a punishing pace.
The only sounds making up this room were those of our slapping flesh and her gasps and moans.
I swear it didn’t feel as if she ever stopped coming as she gripped my cock, but as I smacked her ass once more, my hips stuttered, and her small chants of ‘yes’ sent me over the edge.
Leaning down, I pressed kisses along her spine with my cock still buried inside of her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Anything for you, little flame. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I reached down and quickly undid the straps around her wrists, pulled out of her, and undid the few along her calves and then her back.
“Don’t move for a moment,” I said as I pressed a gentle kiss on her red and welted ass cheek. “Fuck that’s hot.”
I grabbed a few things from the bathroom that I knew she’d need and walked back out to my girl. Using a few wet clothes, I cleaned up between her thighs and then helped her off the bench and to the bed.
“Lay on your stomach and stretch out, baby.”
She nodded in response, her face giving off the essence of pure relaxation. I opened the small tube, and she glanced back at me through heavy lids. “What is that?”
I gave her a half smile, the one I knew drove her crazy. “Aftercare.”
Squirting a little bit of the gel into my hand, I started slowly rubbing it into her skin, my fingers gentle across her ass.
“Talk to me, little flame. Where is your head at?” I asked.
She stared up at me, her arm outstretched as her fingers laid against my thigh. “I want to go to the police.”
I found myself nodding. “Okay. For which part?”
“All of it.” She cleared her throat and pushed herself up on her elbows. “I want to tell them about Bennett, hand over the evidence you’ve gathered, all of it.”
Nodding again, I closed up the gel and set it on the side table. “I think we should. I also think you should confront your mother.”
“My mother? Why?” Her brows were scrunched together, and I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she looked when she questioned anything I said.
I stretched out, lying on my back beside her. “Just trust me for now? Julian called me this morning and gave me some interesting information on Bennett. I’d feel better gauging your mother’s reaction to it all before we go to the police.”
She sighed. “That means I have to call them.”
I nodded. “Correct.”
She sat up and crawled over until she was straddling me. “Fine, but you owe me another orgasm.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as my hands fell to her hips, pushing her back slightly until she was pressed against my cock that was already growing at the sight of her above me.
“That can be arranged.”