Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Two - Forgiven.
Wyatt
Alyssa and I are enjoying our date night. I think she has finally forgiven me. I knew she would, eventually. The dinner we had was incredible; the food was delicious. Alyssa seems comfortable that she isn’t here alone tonight like she has been previously. We moved to a corner booth after our meals to enjoy some drinks. I made sure to pick the most private one.
I rest my hand on her knee and slowly run it up her thigh. She moans softly and I can’t stop from smirking.
“Tell me, kitten, am I forgiven?” I ask, dipping my fingers between her thighs to caress the skin of her inner thigh.
“Hmm, I haven’t decided yet. You may need to work a little harder.” She breathes out.
I dig my fingers into her leg, “And what else do you need me to do?”
She turns to face me, “Why would I answer that and make it easy for you?”
A cheeky little smile grows on her lips. I slip my arm around the back of her and bring her closer to me.
“Do I need to remind you who makes the rules?” I ask with a raised brow.
“No, sir, I know who makes the rules, but you are always punishing me for my mistakes and misbehaving. It is only fair; I am allowed to do the same, wouldn’t you agree?” she asks sweetly.
I hook my leg around her ankles and use it to pry her legs apart. I slip my hand under her dress and lace it through the material of her panties. She gasps and grips onto the table.
“Yes, but I think I have been punished enough. Not only did you barely talk to me, but you kept your sweet pussy and dirty mouth from me too.” I growl, dipping my hand inside her panties.
“W-W-Wyatt, w-w-what are you doing?” she stammers, the nervousness clear in her voice.
I smirk and rest my lips at her ear, “What is the matter, angel? Am I making you nervous? Are you worried that someone will see?” I rasp and bite down on her ear.
She whimpers, “Yes.”
“Why? It isn’t like it is the first time we have done something like this.”
I circle my thumb on her clit. Her knuckles turn white as her grip on the table tightens. I dance my fingers down her folds and her back arches. I chuckle and pull away. I rest back against the seat and sip my scotch.
I feel her eyes burn into me. I turn to her, “Is something wrong?”
She folds her arms over her chest and huffs, “Not fair.”
I inch my face closer to hers. The closer I get, the heavier her breathing becomes. I brush my lips against hers and back away, “Life isn’t fair, sweetness. I will get us more drinks.”
Alyssa continues to glare at me. I laugh loudly, jump to my feet and head for the bar. I can feel her eyes burn into the back of my head. I smirk to myself. I have missed teasing her. I have some time to make up for. She knows she will get what she wants before the night is up. She always does. But I won’t give her what she wants quite yet. I am curious to see how long it will take for her to lose her patience.
I order another scotch for me and a glass of rose wine for Alyssa. I don’t plan on staying out to late tonight. I would rather be back at the hotel doing other things in private. I thank the bartender and rejoin Alyssa at our table. She seems to be still sulking. She is cute when she sulks.
“Your drink, my dear.” I chuckle.
Alyssa rolls her eyes, “Don’t dear me after your little stunt.”
She takes it anyway and has a drink. I sit down next to her, as close as possible.
“How is your pussy? Wet and throbbing?” I whisper.
“Nope. She is fine.” She states firmly.
Lair! I know her body better than she does. It will be aching for me, and it can continue to do for a little longer.
“Sure, she is, baby girl,” I reply, sarcasm dripping from every word.
“Go fuck yourself.” She pouts and slaps my arm playfully.
“That is what you are there for, sweetness,” I say smugly.
“God, you are so annoying.”
“Yet, you still love me.”
She wiggles her brows at me, “That is debatable sometimes.”
“Hey! That is mean and uncalled for.”
Alyssa reaches in and squeezes my cheek, much to my annoyance. I hate when she does that.
“You know I love you really.”
She pulls away and rests back on the seat. I see her smirk behind her glass.
“I can see you smirking, Alyssa. You should stop because if you don’t, you will make things worse for yourself.” I warn.
Alyssa’s hand falls on my knee and runs up to my crotch. She palms me through my trousers, and her lips land at my ear.
“What would you do to me, sir? I can continue to be naughty because I really want to find out.” She purrs and bites on my neck.
I groan. She is trying to break me before I break her. It won’t work.
“Don’t push me, kitten.”
She trails her lips down my neck and along my jawline, “Maybe I want to.”
I close my eyes and try not to lose my control. My cock is hardening.
“Alyssa.” I groan through gritted teeth.
She giggles and puts a distance between us. She excuses herself to use the bathroom. It takes everything I have in me not to follow her and fuck her in one of the cubicles. I try to think of other things to keep my hormones intact. I focus on my drink and wait for her return.
When she does, she has a suspicious look about her. What is she up to? She smiles innocently and takes the spot next to me.
“I have a present for you.” She whispers.
I turn to look at her, “Present?”
What could she possibly have from her bathroom trip?
“Give me your hand.”
I am confused, but I do as she asks. Her sweet smile soon disappears and is replaced with a more seductive one. She places something in my hand, and I soon realise what it is. It is her panties. I quickly stuff them into my pocket before anyone sees them. They are for my eyes only.
“I thought I would make the access easier for you when you give me and fuck me.” She says confidently and crashes her lips roughly to mine.
Fuck! I knew she was up to something. I down my drink and jump to my feet.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to the hotel. Let’s go now.” I command.
She finishes off her wine, “I knew you would break before me.”
I pull her to her feet and rush her out of the restaurant. I can’t wait any longer. I need her pussy wrapped around me, now, all while she is tied up to the bed, naked and spread eagle for me.