Page 22 of Indecent Obsession
I blow out a breath. “I don’t even understand what I’m being punished for. Last night we all fucked, but this morning because you didn’t make me come, you’re going to punish me for each time the others did? I mean, this is a dangerous precedent to set.”
“What color are you, trouble?” Wyatt stops, his hand resting on my ass cheek, branding me with his heat. “Red, yellow, or green? If you really don’t want to go on, you need to tell me.”
I bite my lip. “What do I say if I want to talk about it, but I’m not sure I want to stop?”
“Yellow is your pause button. If something is uncomfortable or you need to pee or change positions, yellow means something needs to change before we go forward.”
I don’t want to actually stop but we need to talk about this. “Okay, yellow.”
Wyatt lifts me up. When my knees wobble, he draws me onto his lap to straddle him. He brushes my hair behind my ears and tips my chin up with his knuckle. “Is this okay?”
I nod. “I just don’t understand the rules. And I mean, this could go on all day if I can’t just have orgasms, because I will have them. And then we start back at one? Because even though no one else has given me orgasm, I got really good at giving them to myself and it’s not like I was denying myself release. I’m used to coming when I need to come.”
Wyatt’s dark eyes meet mine and I’m surprised to find patience and understanding in them. “Orgasm denial and control are part of the game, trouble. Yes, it will take time to get better at it, but you shouldn’t feel bad if you can’t yet.”
I slide my hand down his shirt and rest my palm over his heartbeat. “Is this a Dom thing or a jealous thing with the orgasms from this morning?”
He smiles a little like he’s embarrassed for being called out. “A little of both. But there’s no anger here.” He presses his hand over mine. “I know they’ll fuck you and give you mind-blowing orgasms. Will I want to punish you for some of those? Probably. But only if that punishment is something that brings you pleasure or release too. I don’t want to hurt you, Sara.”
The sincerity in his eyes is too much. My heart is melting as I lean forward and capture his lips. He lets me lead, opening his mouth when I demand entrance, dancing his tongue with mine when I ask.
When I sit back, his heart beats heavy against my palm.
“If you want to stop, we can stop.” Wyatt smooths his hand over my hair. “We can go watch a movie or just cuddle on the bed. Not everything we do has to be about sex.”
My smile widens. “What? Not about sex? Wyatt Hawkins, you’re not going soft on me now, are you?”
“I’ve never been soft around you, trouble.” He smirks and my insides light up like a pinball machine. “What do you say?”
I search his dark eyes. He would be okay with us going and doing something else. And part of me really wants to test that. But the other part of me is fucking greedy…
“Green.”
Chapter 7
Safe Harbor Rule
Wyatt
The sweetest word I’ve heard from her lips. “When you say green, we’re back in scene normally.”
“Okay.” She pauses. “Sir.”
I lean in and kiss her, holding her hand against my racing heart. “This relationship is about trust, trouble. You trust me to keep you safe and stop when you say your safe word or red. And I trust you to use those words when you need to. I’m glad you told me how you feel.”
She smiles widely, but she might feel differently when we reach ten.
“Back to the position, trouble.” I help her off my lap and then let her figure out how to lie back down on me.
She finds a comfortable spot.
“Don’t forget to count.” I raise my hand and smack her ass.
“Two, sir.”
I thrust two fingers into her and rub her clit with my other hand. She tightens her muscles around me, so I work her hard and fast. She cries out as her pussy gushes around my fingers.
“Fuck, Wyatt.” She sounds disappointed.
