Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five - Asshole!

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five - Asshole!
Alyssa

I gave up struggling ten minutes ago. I can’t believe he has left me here, tied up. Asshole! He is overreacting. This punishment is too much for what I did. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. How long does he plan on leaving me here? I groan in frustration. I have no way of getting out of these restraints, no matter what I try. I stare at the ceiling, coming up with a plan of revenge. If he told me what his surprise was, we would both have gotten what we wanted, and I wouldn’t be stuck right now. I have called for him multiple times, but he has ignored me. What the hell is doing? It has been over twenty minutes; his phone call shouldn’t take this long. 

The sound of footsteps approaching focused my attention on the door. Wyatt strolls in, wearing joggers now. I get ready to yell at him but soon realise he is talking to someone on his cell. He glances over at me, smirking as he talks business. He is enjoying this way too much. Smug fucker! 

He crawls onto the bed. I flash my best smile at him, hoping it would encourage him to let me go. He kneels between my legs and takes the cell away from his ear, covering the speaker. 

“Are you doing okay, kitten?” 

“Do I look okay? Will you let me go now?” I whine. 

He shakes his head and returns to his call. I wrath below him. It doesn’t help me, and Wyatt finds it amusing. I send a death glare his way. He is purposely pissing me off. Wyatt keeps his position, talking away. He dips his free hand down between my thighs. I eye him suspiciously because he is up to something. He brushes his fingers over my folds and up to my clit. He uses the pad of his thumb to circle it. A deep moan escapes from my lips, and I grind against his hand, desperate for more friction. I am in such a need of release, so much so it is getting annoying. He chuckles and pulls away. I am going to kill him!

He climbs off the bed, strolling over to the drawers where some of the sex toys are kept. What is he doing now? He takes something out and strolls back over. I notice the toy he has in his hand is one with a controller. 

“You wouldn’t,” I whisper. 

“Watch me.” 

He comes back onto the bed and switches the toy on. He teases my pussy with it before he slips it inside. I gasp loudly, and my back arches from the bed. He is being so damn casual with it all while he is dealing with business. My eyes follow his every move, needing to know his next move. 

“Yes, that is all for now. We will talk soon. Goodbye.” 

He hands up his call, and I get excited. Does that mean all of his attention will focus on me? 

“Ready, baby girl?” he asks, and I nod eagerly, waiting for him to take control of the toy. 

He jumps off the bed and pulls a chair up, placing it at the foot of the bed. 

“Wyatt, take the restraints off.” 

“It is sir to you and no. Now, you are going to lie there like a good girl and stay quiet. I will undo the restraints when I decide and not before.” 

There is a firmness in his voice. I want to tell him no, but I know better, especially if I eventually want to get a release. 

I divert my eyes. “Yes, sir. I will be a good girl.” 

He starts with the lowest function, but even the small vibration from it is enough to make me cry out. My body is sensitive. 

“I told you to be quiet.” he hisses. 

“I am sorry, sir. I can’t help it. I am so turned on and need to come.” 

He switches it up to a stronger function. “You will need to be because I have one last call to make.” He smirks. 

Before I have a chance to say another word he makes his call. The moment he begins to talk, he flicks it to the highest one possible with the toy. It jolts my entire body, and my pussy throbs. I bite hard on my lip to stop from screaming. My body shudders, and my head falls back. It feels so damn good. I would rather his cock be buried deep in my pussy than the toy. I close my eyes, moaning to myself and rock my hips against the toy. 

Wyatt’s lustful eyes watch me. It is turning him on. I am sure he would love to come over and fuck me, but he won’t because that would mean giving me what I really want and need. It would fit the punishment. Maybe I can entice him. I work my hips quicker, my eyes locked with his. He shifts in the chair, trying to fight against it. 

He quickly jumps up, and I fight back a smirk. He climbs back onto the bed. He uses his free hands and plays with my clit. The intense pleasure of that and the toy is enough to bring me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, and I come hard. It is difficult to stay quiet, but somehow, I manage. I come to my end, panting and sweating. 

Wyatt reaches down to kiss me. I moan into his lips, even with such a short and quick kiss. I expect him to take the toy out, but he doesn’t. He has another plan; I can see it on his face. He moves the cell away. 

“One down, multiple more to go.” He chuckles. 

“How do you plan on keeping me like this?” 

It will be uncomfortable the longer I am in this position. 

“Until I decide when you have had enough, or you use your safe word.” 

That would be new. I have never used my safe word before. The fact he is suggesting it makes me nervous about what he has planned for me. I refuse to back down. 

“I won’t break,” I reply confidently. 

“We will see, won’t we?” 

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?