Chapter Twenty-Eight – I could make her my perfect little submissive.

Wyatt rushed out of his place to his car and headed straight for Alyssa’s. He hoped he could change her mind. He could make her his perfect little submissive. He needed her to be open first. He understood she had been hurt, but he had been too, and it would help. He drove as fast as he possibly could without risking a speeding ticket.

He arrived soon enough, and she let him into the building. He knocked on the front door, but she didn’t answer straightaway. He got a little annoyed with the time she was taking. She finally opened the door. He opened his mouth to lecture her, but he soon stopped when she appeared.

Her gorgeous body was covered in nothing but a red silk slip. She had a dressing gown on top, but it was open and hanging off her shoulder. The material hugged her perfect curves. Her hair was down in its natural wavy style. Her face was makeup-free, but she still looked gorgeous.

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. “Hello, Sir. Come in,” she purred, stepping aside.

His cock throbbed with her words and tone of voice. He stepped inside and closed the door behind them.

“What are you doing? Why are you wearing that? I thought I was to come here to talk?” he groaned, clenching his fists at his sides.

“This old thing? This is what I wear to bed all the time,” she said sweetly. “And you are here to talk,” she added, placing her hand on his chest.

He grabbed her wrist. “How do you expect me to talk when you are dressed like this?”

A smirk rose on her lips. “You are the one who says he needs to be in control. Use it,” she said, yanking her hand away.

She was trying to get under his skin on purpose. She turned and started to walk away. No, she wasn’t getting to be in control of this situation. He grabbed her from behind, pulling her back against his chest.

She whimpered, and he placed his hand around her throat. “What is your game, kitten?”

“Who says I am playing a game, Sir?”

Fuck, there was that word again. His cock hardened in his joggers. “Yes, you are. Don’t mess with me because you will lose,” he exclaimed, tightening his hold on her throat.

She gasped and moaned deeply. She seemed to like his hand around her throat. He let go and spun her around to face him. Her eyes were dark, and her cheeks were flushed.

“I am not doing anything,” she said innocently, batting her lashes at him.

He shook his head. “Don’t try to play innocent with me. I know it is bullshit,” he hissed.

“Should we talk, Sir?”

“You really think I am in the mood to talk now? My cock is hard and throbbing because of your teasing.”

“What if I told you I had made up my mind? Would you be able to listen then?”

He raised his brow. “Have you?”

She nodded. “Yes. I want to try it, but you need to go easy on me. I have never played such a role. You can’t push me. You don’t get to make all the decisions until I determine if I can do it. I am up for playing, but being your submissive is something you will need to teach me.” She stated firmly. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. He was in charge. This wasn’t how these things usually worked. Once they agree, they are his. He didn’t push, but it means it is the only way he can get her to agree. “Fine. If this is the only way you will agree to it.” He was frustrated, yes, but he respected her choice. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be a very good Dom.

“You were right. All of this was part of a plan to break you.” She giggled.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, it was?” he asked sternly.

She swallowed hard. “I am sorry, Sir.”

He gripped her hip and pulled her tightly to his chest. “You can make it up to me,” he said.

“Which is?”

She sounded a little nervous now. Good, he would make her nervous a lot because she would have no idea what was coming to her.

He lifted his hand and let it come down against her ass with force. She squealed, not expecting it. “Bedroom, now,” he demanded.

She nodded and hurried off towards her room. He was going to have a lot of fun with this. He didn’t think it would take long for her to adapt to her new role. She would push him; he knew she would, but he knew how to deal with bratty behavior.

He followed her through, and she sat at the bottom of her bed.

“Did I tell you to sit?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“On your feet then,” he commanded.

She did as he told her. He strolled over to stand in front of her. He caressed her face. “Good girl,” her eyes lit up when he called her it. “Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bed.”

Alyssa followed his command. She got into the position he asked for. He went up behind her and pressed his hardened cock against her ass. “Do you feel what you caused?”

She moaned, “Yes.”

He bundled her slip in his hands and pushed it up by her hips. His handprint was on her ass from a few moments ago. He rubbed it, and she whimpered. He lifted his hand and slapped her other ass cheek. She cried out, and her legs nearly buckled.

“That one was for being a little tease.”

He was not done. He repeated the motion, but he did it harder, and she squealed again and fell forward onto the bed. “And that was for fun.”

She was a hot, panting mess, and that was with him spanking her. He couldn’t imagine the reaction he would get when they stepped it up a level. He reached down, prying her legs open and danced his fingers over her folds, her arousal coating his fingers.

“Mmm, my naughty girl is already so wet for me,” he rasped, climbing onto the bed.

He flipped her onto her back and sat on her stomach. He pinned her hands above her head. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, kitten? You loved me spanking your pretty ass.”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirked. “Good girl. If you think you like that, wait until I use something other than my hand on your ass. You will love every second of it.” He growled and kissed her roughly.

She snaked her legs around him, kissing back. She rocked her hips up against him. It felt damn good, but she wasn’t getting what she wanted. She could wait for it a little longer.

He moved off her. “I am not fucking you.”

She glared at him. “Why not?” she whined.

“Because you still need to make it up to me. You are going to do that by sucking my cock with your dirty little mouth. Then, maybe, just maybe, I will fuck you, depending on how good you give it to me. Do we have an understanding?” he asked, gripping her face.

“Yes, we have an understanding, Sir. Prepare to fuck me because you already know how good my cock-sucking skills are.” She purred.

“I will be the judge,” he smirked. He knew it would be great, but she couldn’t go around thinking she could get what she wanted when she wanted.