Chapter 25 #2
“You know, it took me days to get all the glue off of everything.” Wyatt said conversationally as he adjusted his grip on the crystal. “It took me forever to figure out how to remove it without damaging the wood.”
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I whispered. I’d never bothered asking how he managed to get the glue off his desk after me, Willow, and Mia had superglued everything in place.
Wyatt smoothed his thumb over the pointy end of the crystal as if it were the head of his cock, and my core throbbed while I tried to keep my composure.
My mind was completely in the gutter. Knowing Wyatt, he was probably going to just poke at my ass with that pointy end to scare me, and knowing my libido, I’d probably enjoy it and then drown to death from my own shame.
“I didn’t know either,” he replied, his tone still light.
Wyatt repeated the motion, his thumb smoothing over the point on the crystal, and suddenly, my eyes widened. The point was smoothing more and more with each pass, changing the crystal from something pointy and stabby to something smooth and…phallic.
“Good Lord,” I breathed while Wyatt ran his fingers along the entire crystal, smoothing all the rough edges until he held a smooth, tapered rock with a flared base.
My eyes jumped to his. I swallowed hard as he grinned, holding the crystal in his hand – again like it was a dick.
“Pull your leggings down,” Wyatt said.
I frowned. My wrists were still tied to the edge of the desk.
“Use your affinity,” he snapped.
I almost snorted. How the hell had I forgotten about my affinity? I lifted my hips so I could pull my leggings down, and Wyatt moved behind me. My heart began to pound, and I blinked several times as I stared at Wyatt’s office door.
His office door that was right in my line of sight.
The office door that had a fogged glass window.
A fogged glass window that was still a window.
The same one I’d stared at yesterday while Rafe was sending me into a new dimension.
“Wyatt,” I whispered.
“Panties too,” Wyatt said, wiggling his finger under the elastic of my underwear, then snapping it back on my ass. I hissed, but did as he said, dropping my face back to the desk.
“Wyatt, you have a window,” I whispered shakily.
“Oh, I do.” Wyatt replied in mock surprise, then his hand landed on the small of my back, making me jump. “I guess you’ll have to be quiet. Like you were yesterday.”
“Wyatt!” I squeaked as something cold teased at my ass. I squeezed my thighs together, once again trying to stand.
“Give me a safe word,” Wyatt said.
I dropped my forehead to the desk a little harder than intended.
“Skye?” Wyatt squeezed my ass cheek and I almost hissed at him like a cat. His hand slid over the curve of my ass and stopped just short of my entrance. “Safe word.”
“Asshole,” I ground out.
Wyatt chuckled.
“I’m gonna fuck you with this crystal. Sound good?”
“No,” I mumbled.
I might have been lying.
I was equal parts intrigued and scared. Probably more intrigued, since I hadn’t made a real effort to get away. Getting fucked with a rock was more embarrassing than scary.
“Wait,” I breathed. My affinity locked onto Wyatt, holding him still, and he made a sound of disapproval while frozen behind me. “You’re not…fucking my ass with a rock–”
Wyatt laughed, the sudden sound making me jump before my skin heated. I hadn’t heard him really laugh like this…maybe since I first met him in the café.
“No, sweetheart,” he cooed. “That’s not what I was thinking.”
I breathed out in relief, allowing him to move again. This time, as he dragged the cold rock over my ass, I whimpered, spreading my legs further.
Wyatt’s hand finally, finally trailed lower, his fingers teasing across my folds. He hissed through his teeth, and I pressed my forehead harder into the wooden desk.
“You’re into this,” he said, his tone definitely teasing and mean, now. “No wonder you were going to let me fuck you against the door.”
I picked my head up and dropped it back on the desk twice in a row, and Wyatt chuckled again.
“That’s why you let Rafe fuck you over my desk, isn’t it?” He was taunting me still, his fingers playing in my wetness but not entering me like I wanted.
“He didn’t fuck me–”
“You thought, after nearly ruining it with superglue, you’d add this to it?”
I yelped as he slapped my pussy, and when I lifted my head to glare at him, my hair was floating.
“Does your affinity know you have a safe word? I don’t want to get squished.”
“I’ve never accidentally squished someone,” I ground out.
“No, you just accidentally break fingers.” Wyatt fired back.
What the f–
I nearly screamed as the cold rock…crystal…whatever pushed against me…and yet I still widened my legs. Sweat beaded across my brow, my shoulders ached both from being held taut and from how hard my body tensed.
“You’re supposed to be quiet,” Wyatt chided and I really, really think I was beginning to hate him again.
Wyatt pretending to hate me was much easier to deal with than…whatever this was.
“Are you mad?” he asked. “I actually can’t tell.”
“The finger comment pissed me off,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry baby girl,” Wyatt crooned sarcastically.
“Ugh,” I moved to push up again. “That’s what Levi calls me, don’t call me–”
“No,” Wyatt pushed me back down with a hand on the middle of my back, then pushed the crystal against me again. “That’s what I call you. He ran away. He doesn’t get to call you that anymore.”
I choked on a laugh, moaning as Wyatt pushed the crystal into me just slightly, just enough to make me tense again, reigniting the soreness in my shoulders.
“Hmm, hold on. This needs something.”
“What?” I tried to turn back again and see what was happening, but then–
I nearly shrieked as Wyatt’s tongue licked a line from my clit up to my ass.
“You’re not being very quiet,” he chided, then licked again.
I pressed my forehead back into the desk, trying to breathe evenly so I didn’t squeal every time his tongue pressed inside me. There were too many people walking the halls at this time of day. It was a wonder no one had heard me and Rafe yesterday, but now–