Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four - Think About What You Did

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four - Think About What You Did
Wyatt

Alyssa darts downstairs, giggling. She can run all she wants, but she knows I will catch her. It is a good thing the front door is locked, and we aren’t expecting anyone since I am naked, and Alyssa is only in her shorts. I run after her, skipping some of the stairs to catch up with her quicker. I am behind her within seconds. I slip my arm around her and bring her back against my body. 

“Where do you think you are going?” I rasp in her ear. 

She tries to fight her way out of my arms, but I tighten my hold on her. 

“Let me go.” She demands. 

I use my free hand to place it around her throat. “No. Your time of being in charge is over.” I growl and seize her throat firmer. 

She gasps, and I feel her swallow against my hand. “Are you sure about that?” she purrs, her hand coming around to between us and strokes my cock. 

I hiss under her touch, but I refuse to let her get to me and take the control back. I flip her around to face me. I pick her up, tossing her over my shoulder and head back upstairs. 

Alyssa huffs and whines, slapping my back. “Put me down, Wyatt.” 

I spank her ass hard enough to make her squeal. “No!” 

“Ouch, that hurt.” She complains. 

“Good, you deserved it.” I chuckle and do it again. 

I get the same reaction. She loves it, really. Alyssa stills in my arms. She knows better than to try to fight against me. I carry her straight to the playroom. The door is unlocked. I don’t tend to lock it much now unless we have guests, especially the ones who don’t know the truth about our lifestyle. I take us inside and toss her on the bed. 

“Don’t even try to run because it will only make things worse for you,” I warn. 

Alyssa rests up on her elbows, a devilish glint in her eye. “How are you going to stop me from running?” 

She is purposely trying to push me. I crawl up the bed to her, towering over her. I pull the restraints that are attached to the bed out. I stretch her arms out and hook the restraints around her wrists. “Like this.” 

I rid her of her shorts, spread her legs and do the same with her ankles. 

I rest back on my knees between her legs. “You can’t go anywhere now.” 

“Give me the best you have got.” She says confidently. 

“Oh, angel. I am not giving you anything. I am the only one getting something out of it.” 

Her face changes, her confidence fades, and she pouts. “Not fair.” 

I smirk. “You have no one to blame but yourself.” 

My smugness earns me an eye roll from her. I pounce on her and grasp her throat. “Do you ever learn? The more attitude you give, the worse it will be. Drop it. Am I clear?” 

She whimpers, and her eyes dance with lust. “Yes, sir.” 

She has surrounded all the control back to me. “Good girl.” 

I dip my head down, kissing her lips. I work downwards. I kiss over her breasts and stomach. I bury my face between her thighs, brushing my lips over her clit. The heat radiates from her onto my lips. She arches from the bed and moans deeply. I lap my tongue over her folds, wanting a little taste. She is soaking. She gasps as the contact. I chuckle and draw away. 

“What the fuck?” she snaps. 

“I told you you weren’t getting anything.” 

She glares at me. I don’t respond with words. I take my cock in my hand, giving it a few pumps. I circle my thumb over the tip, which is already brimming with pre-come. I keep eye contact with her. She squirms under me, her tongue darting along her lower lip. 

“Sir, let me do that for you.” 

I shake my head and grip my cock a little firmer and pick up my speed. I moan her name purposely. She is losing it and trying her hardest to break from the restraints.

“Baby girl, stop trying the impossible.” 

It isn’t going to work; they are strong and solid. She should stop and save her energy. I bring myself close to the edge and stop. I plan on making a mess of something that isn’t my hand. I release my cock from my hand and tower over her. I brush my cock over her wet folds and thrust roughly into her, pressing deep. 

Alyssa squeals, her fists clenching. I growl at her tight, wet heat around me. I rail into her, fucking her hard enough that the bed shifts below us. She tenses around me. It isn’t going to take me long to reach my end. I draw my cock out of her, only for a moment and slam back in. She screams, her head falling back. No chance in hell is she getting to come this time. I quicken my hips. One, two, three more thrusts, and it is enough to bring me over the edge. I growl deeply as my orgasm rips through me, and I spill into her. Fuck! I needed this badly. I reach down to peck her lips before I withdraw my cock. I climb off the bed, standing at the side. 

“You aren’t going to finish me?” 

I shake my head. “Nope. Not so good, huh?” 

“Sir, please? I am sorry. Let me come.” She pleads, batting her lashes at me. 

“No, not a chance. What I am going to do is leave you tied up in here to think about what you did.” 

“What? You wouldn’t.” 

I laugh loudly. “Watch me, kitten. I have a few calls to make.” 

“Wyatt!” she complains. 

I wink at her and head for the door. I stop and turn to her before I exit. “See you in a little while.” 

I leave the room but keep the door open. She calls after me, but I ignore her. I won’t leave her for too long, long enough for her to learn her lesson and become pissed at me. I find her very sexy when she is mad at me. It turns me on. She shouldn’t be surprised by my actions. She knows me and my methods well by now.