Page 130 of Indecent Obsession
His list of punishments isn’t all fun. I especially don’t like the idea of being put into time-out like a toddler.
So I take my time and do my hair and makeup, knowing Wyatt is probably sitting on the bed, waiting for me, ready to punish me. When I step out of the bathroom, he stays seated exactly where I expected him.
His dark hair is perfectly styled. His pants and shirt are perfectly pressed and crisp. The top button is undone on his shirt and he has his shirtsleeves rolled up. He holds his hands clasped between his knees and his head hangs down like he has some heavy thoughts.
The part of me that still wants to submit to him wants to fall to my knees and bow before him, give him control of my body and soul. But that part of me has scars on her heart.
I’m also learning it’s not nearly as fun to give in to Wyatt as it is to be his brat.
I walk past him to my closet, close enough I can draw in his leather and oak scent that makes my knees weak. My closet lacks the amount of clothes I have back at the townhouse. I don’t even know what I have left there. More might be ruined than salvageable.
“I need to shop for a dress tonight or tomorrow.” Maybe Wyatt’s continued silence gets to me, but I also really do have to shop for the fundraiser. “I don’t have time to go through my dresses at home and have them dry cleaned.”
Wyatt clears his throat and I stiffen.
“I picked out a dress for you, trouble. For today, not tomorrow.” His rich, gravelly voice flows over my skin like a caress.
Turning, I lean my shoulders back against the wall to look at him. He hasn’t moved from the bed, but his head is lifted and those dark eyes hold me captivated. That urge to submit to him almost overtakes me again.
If I kneel before him, will he make me come? Will he still punish me or will that soothe his angry beast? Don’t I want that beast angry?
I arch an eyebrow. “Buying me dresses? And here I thought I was in trouble.”
He rises and the power radiating off him makes my panties damp. “Why would you be in trouble?”
Oh, are we going to play this game? I wet my lips and push off the wall to stride toward him. His gaze slips down my figure, taking in every inch of bared skin. I stop directly in front of him. A piece of paper might be able to slide between the two of us.
I love the way he’s so much taller than me. That I feel small and delicate before him, but know that I can bring him to his knees.
“I forgot to text last night.” I walk my fingers up the row of buttons on his shirt, watching them. “To be honest, I don’t think I can recall how many times I came yesterday or last night.”
He grunts and I lift my gaze to his dark, unreadable eyes. He catches my wrist in his tight fist. I melt at the press of his skin against mine. At the strength of his grip around me.
“It’s not just a test, trouble. It’s the rules. You break them. You get punished.” His jaw is steel and I almost put my hand against it to see how tight the muscles are.
I pout. “I was tired. And Dante fucked me a lot.”
His eyes flare with heat. He steps into me, bringing our bodies into contact. Fuck, he’s electric to my system. Sparks fly through me and my pulse quickens.
“Are you sore?”
I shake my head.
“Words, trouble.”
“No, sir.” I arch an eyebrow. Maybe I want some brownie points before he punishes me.
He narrows his eyes, but I smile. He must think I’ve lost my mind.
“Your dress is in my room. Along with your jewelry.”
That perks me up. “Jewelry?”
Wyatt doesn’t seem like the type to dress me or buy me jewels. I should really be wary, but no one’s ever bought me jewelry before. A little burst of happiness flows through me as he drags me across the hall to his room.
He releases me and I walk to the bed, toward the red fabric and the black box. The door shuts behind me and the lock snicks into place. A tiny shiver races up my spine. I have my back to him but I can feel him in the room, watching me, closing in on me.
“Sunday, I want to play with you.” His shirt brushes against my back.
