Page 102 of Indecent Obsession
Yeah, my brain doesn’t even know how to categorize any of this. It’s up on the level of the night at the hotel with all four of them.
I lean against the wall as Wyatt turns on the water and wets a washcloth. My mirror reflection shows me standing there naked. My face is a mess. Tear lines and saliva and cum. Fuck. I smile a little. I definitely would do that all over again.
When he turns to me, I bite my lip. I want him to touch me. I want him to fuck me.
Instead, he kneels before me and lifts my leg, spreading me open. Gently, he wipes my pussy. My insides grow hotter as he takes his time. He’s thorough, parting my folds and touching every inch of me. My desire is still boiling. But when he stands, he goes back to the sink, grabbing a fresh washcloth.
He returns and tips my chin up to clean my face. Lightly grazing my cheeks.
“Is my punishment over?” I ask, even as I hope it isn’t.
“That was one, trouble.” His dark eyes search mine. “Though I can see it wasn’t a very effective punishment.”
I pout. “It seemed like a good punishment to me.”
He chuckles and finishes wiping my chin. “Will it make you behave?”
I press my lips together. I should say yes. Then the next time he’ll do it again. My pussy clenches.
“You don’t need to lie, Sara.” Wyatt smirks as his thumb brushes over my lower lip. “I can tell you enjoyed it. Some punishments will be fun and make you come. Others will be tedious or even a little bit painful.”
Swallowing, I search his eyes. They lit up when he said painful. From what I understand of BDSM, some pain causes pleasure, but the dynamic is mostly a power exchange. He wants it and I’m reluctant to give it.
Most times. Now I just want to snuggle in his arms in a hot bath, while he fucks me again.
His phone buzzes and he draws it out of his pocket. “Food’s here.”
“Do I get my clothes back?” I arch an eyebrow. Not really looking forward to sitting around the apartment naked. It just seems weird and awkward.
Wyatt closes in on me, pressing me back against the wall. His clothes glide against my bare flesh. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“No.” His hand cups my jaw as he studies my face. “You come in the door to this apartment, you strip naked. Maybe in a few days we’ll go back to the panty rule, but you need to learn your lesson. Rules are meant to be obeyed.”
I narrow my eyes. “I didn’t have time to take my panties off?—”
“Because you were making out with Dante?” He taps my nose before backing away. “He would have helped you take them off, trouble. All you had to do was ask.”
My cheeks heat. But then Wyatt holds out a hand towel to me. I take it, confused.
“What’s this for?”
“Your chair. So we don’t have wet spots everywhere.” He slides his fingers between my legs and rubs my clit way too briefly. He holds his glistening fingers up to show me. “Such a messy girl.”
I glance at the front of his pants. Sure enough, there’s a wet spot from when I sat on him earlier. This is a game I can play. They want me to walk around naked. Fine.
“What will my other punishments be?” I arch an eyebrow.
Wyatt shakes his head. “You’ll see.”
Chapter 29
Misstatement of Assets
Sara
When we join the others at the kitchen table, I make a production of putting my towel on the chair while flaunting my ass in Wyatt’s face.
Finn chuckles.
