Page 20 of Indecent Obsession
“Sir.”
He releases my ankle and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him. This could be a trap. I pull my legs under me and then crawl to the edge and sit next to him. The smell in here is intoxicating and sitting next to his heat puts me on edge.
“Here’s what I’ll offer, trouble, seeing as we don’t have an agreement in place yet.” His fingers brush my thigh.
A shiver runs through me at the yet. “Fine, sir.”
His dark eyes lock on mine. “For every spank, I’ll give you an orgasm.”
My thighs tighten against the aching need he stirs. I don’t want to reveal how much that tempts me.
“Is there a catch?” I narrow my eyes.
He smiles and it still feels predatory. “I choose how you come and when you come.”
My mouth drops open and closes. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back. “So if I come before you say so?”
“Then I’ll add to your punishment until you get it right, trouble.” He holds his hand out to me. “Do we have a deal?”
I glance at the drawer, knowing he has a dildo collection. I haven’t played with toys yet. The only problem I see is if I can’t hold back coming and he makes me have even more orgasms. Oh, no, not that. I scoff in my head.
Taking his hand, I shake it. “Deal, sir.”
“Take your pants off.” It’s a command that makes me tremble with anticipation.
Standing, I undo my pants and kick off my shoes. I shimmy the jeans over my hips, and with my hand on his shoulder to balance myself, I take them off. He kisses the inside of my elbow. It shouldn’t wind me up, but I’m already soaking wet for him.
When I reach for my panties, he stays my hand. I arch a questioning brow at him.
“Not yet.” Wyatt pats his lap.
Fuck, I guess it’s now or never. I lower myself awkwardly on his lap.
“One spank. One orgasm. You need to keep count or we’ll start over.” He helps position me. I feel a little ridiculous lying on his lap with my t-shirt and panties on, while he’s fully clothed. My ass is aimed at the door, which Wyatt conveniently left open.
Maybe I do have an exhibitionist kink. The thought of Finn or Dante or both standing in the door watching Wyatt do what he wants with me makes me dizzy with lust.
“Ready, trouble?”
Taking a deep breath, which is a little hard in my current position, I say, “Yes, sir.”
He strokes his hand over my panties before he lifts it. The smack and sting make me yelp. “Count.”
“One, sir.”
He rubs my ass cheek, easing the sting and blending the pain with something much nicer. “Much as I want to fuck this pussy, I don’t want to be blamed for you being too sore. Just know if you were only mine, I’d spank you with my dick buried inside your tight cunt.”
That sounds good. At my whimper, he chuckles darkly.
“Was there anything you didn’t like last night?” Wyatt’s fingers stroke closer and closer to my pussy.
“No, sir.” I bite my lip as his fingers edge along my panties between my legs. I spread my legs hoping to encourage him.
“We went through the consent form fairly quickly.” He rubs where my thighs meet my body but doesn’t touch my pussy.
I groan my frustration, but Wyatt just chuckles and keeps doing what he wants. Meanwhile, I’m vibrating, waiting for my promised orgasm.
“We’ll talk about training more, but you understand that I want you to follow orders when we’re in a scene or you’ll be corrected?” He lightly glides his finger down the center of my panties.
