Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-One - It Doesn't Mean You Are Forgiven.

Alyssa

I know this probably isn’t the way we are going to solve anything, but in the moment, all I want him to do is ravish me. Make me forget about everything else. I part from the kiss. I take his lower lip between my teeth and bite on it hard. He growls, enjoying the pain. I let go and smirk. 

Wyatt wipes the blood from his lip and smirks back, “Did that make you feel better?? 

I nod, “Yes, a little.” I reply honestly. 

He chuckles. “I appreciate the honesty.” 

Wyatt dips his head down and trails his lips along my neck. I moan, tilting my head to the side. He bites roughly on it, getting me back for making him bleed. I entangle my fingers in his hair and force his lips back to mine. Our lips collide in a heated kiss once again. He hikes my dress up by my hips and rips my panties off, tossing them aside. 

His hand falls between my thighs and gropes my pussy. I cry out and arch from the wall. 

“Even when you are angry with me, your body still craves me. Your pussy still aches for me, doesn’t it?” he growls deeply. 

My entire body quivers, and my pussy throbs, “Yes.” 

Wyatt’s free hand gives me a necklace. “Yes, what?” he asks firmly. 

I whimper and gulp, “Yes, sir.” I breathe out. 

“Good girl.” He praises me, and my legs nearly buckle from under me. 

“It doesn’t mean you are forgiven.” I breathe out. 

His hold on my throat tightens. “We are with this, angel.” 

I am ready to protest, but he silences me with his lips. I moan, completely at his mercy. There is no point in trying to fight against him. 

He pulls back from the kiss,” Turn around.” He demands. 

I shake my head, “No! You aren’t getting what you want so easily.” 

I try to sound confident, but my voice tremors betray me. 

“Now, kitten.” 

He stares me down, his voice firmer this time. A squeak-like sound escapes from my lips. I don’t protest this time. I do as I am told and turn around. 

“Hands on the wall.” 

I place my hands on the wall, and he takes his place behind me. I moan deeply when I feel his excitement dig into my ass. I wasn’t the only one turned on. He wraps my hair in his finger and yanks it, my head falling back. I gasp, my pussy becoming wetter with every second. 

“You are lucky we aren’t at home because you deserve punishment after your attitude and misbehaving. The kind I can’t give you here.” He growls in my ear. 

“You deserve it.” I whimper, trying to squeeze my thighs together, but he uses his knee to stop me. 

“And you deserve this.” 

His hand comes down on my ass with force, so much it makes a vibration run through me. I squeal. It stings like hell but feels good at the same time. He does it again with the way force. He gets the same reaction. 

I glance over my shoulder at him to try to work out his next move. 

“Eyes to the front.” 

I quickly pull my gaze away. I hear him undo his belt and pull the zipper down. A clung on the door tells me his jeans are off. 

Wyatt places his hands on my hips and brings the lower half of my body from the wall. Without any warning, he thrusts into my pussy from behind. I squeal and tighten around him. 

“Fuck.” He grunts from behind. 

“A warning would have been nice.” I pant. 

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he rails his cock deep and hard. I cry out, my nails scraping down the wall. Wyatt’s hand comes around my throat from behind and tilts my head back, making me meet his eye. His dark, lustful eyes. I whimper and become weak under his stare. I try to break eye contact. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns and crashes his lips down on mine, silencing me before I can protest. I can only moan into his lips. He parts from the kiss. 

“You pull your eyes away; you will only make things worse for yourself. Am I clear?” he growls. 

“Yes, sir.” I pant. 

His stare is so intense. I can’t handle the eye contact for too long. It feels like he can see right into my soul. Wyatt drags his cock out of me. I wince at the loss of contact. He tightens his hold on my throat again, causing me to gasp loudly and slams back into me. I scream, and my pussy clenches around his cock.

“As always, you will be coming soon.” He rasps in my ear. 

Everything moves quickly after that. He fucks me hard and rough. His lips kissing anywhere he could reach. Every thrust brings me closer to the edge. 

“You are going to come for me now. Do you understand?” 

I can only nod. He spanks my ass, “Words, Alyssa, use your words.” 

“Yes, sir, I understand.” 

My words are shaky because I am struggling to catch my breath. 

“Good girl.” He whispers and bites my ear. 

One, two, three more quick, deep strokes are enough to send me over the edge. My whole body shakes. My pussy thrust. I scream his name as my orgasm dominates me. I release around him, my climax intense. Fuck! I needed this more than I realised.

He pulls out and turns me to face him. My body is tired and sweaty. I collapse against the wall. Wyatt presses his body to mine. He brings one of my legs around his waist and shoves his cock back into me. I react with a shudder, still sensitive. He claims my lips. 

Wyatt returns to working his cock in and out of me, aiming for his end. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his cock enter me again. A few moments later, his cock tenses and his breathing become louder. He is close. 

“Come for me, Wyatt, fill me up,” I beg. 

He buries his face in my neck, quickening his hips. 

“Fuck! I am going to drown your pussy.” He grunts. 

I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. He calls out my name and empties into me. His climax is enough to make me come a second time. We ride through them together. The heat radiates between us. 

Wyatt places my foot back on the ground. He kisses my neck before he draws out of me. My legs nearly buckle from under me. He wraps his arm tightly around me to hold me up. 

“I am only getting started with you, baby girl.” He smirks. 

I don’t know what to think about the smirk. What does he have planned? I should maybe thank myself lucky that we aren’t home. Though, I do miss the playroom. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a list in his head of all the things he plans to do to me when we return. 

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I ask. 

“A little of both.” He replies smugly. 

I swallow hard. He is loving every second of it. He puts a distance between us. 

“Follow me, kitten. We haven’t had a chance to Christian the bed yet.” 

He extends his hand to me. I am hesitant but nervously take it. He links our fingers and drags me towards the bedroom. I mentally prepare myself. I can handle it. I am used to it by now. I enjoy every second of it. My life would be boring without it, without him.