Page 56 of Stealing His Cupcake
“You don’t watch football,” I point out, slightly settled by his explanation. Not satisfied, though, because he’s just repeating what he already told me. “Did it ever occur to you I mightwant tosuck you off? I-I feel like… You do everything for me and I feel like I— Not like I have to earn it but… I want to give something back, something to… Ugh. I’m not sure how to explain it.” Groaning, I hide my flaming face in my hands. “Could I just suck your cock? Please?” God, this is so embarrassing!
Tugging on my elbow, Wyatt tries to move my hands away from my face, but I don’t let him. “Amy. Amy, please look at me. Come on, cupcake. Eyes on me.” The sharp command works better than soft words. Peeking between my fingers, I see Wyatt’s lightly furrowed brows. “You want to suck my cock?” he asks matter-of-factly, as if we’re discussing dinner plans. At my fervent nod, he continues, “Really want it? Not because you’re afraid or feel like you have to do it?”
“Yes, I really want it!” Embarrassment shifting into exasperation, I huff out a breath and plant my palms on my hips, frowning down at my husband. “I know I have a ton of issues, but I’m still capable of deciding things for myself. I’m not afraid of you, Wyatt, and I don’t feel like I have to suck you off in exchange for food or something equally stupid. You’re my husband and I want to make you happy. Jesus, I never thought it would be this hard to talk a guy into a blowjob. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Wyatt laughs. “You are quite something when you get all worked up, cupcake. I apologize if I made you feel unwanted. My cock is, of course, at your full disposal whenever you feel like sucking on it. Should I lie down for you or stay like this?”
“Um…” My heart rate speeds up for entirely wrong reasons. Why is he giving me options? I don’t know the right answer! What if I pick wrong?
“Amy? Would you rather I was in charge?”
“Yes!” I blurt out before he even finishes the sentence. “Yes, please. Just tell me what to do.” Use me, I want to say, but don’t dare to.
As if reading my mind, Wyatt stands up. The dynamic between us shifts as he now towers over me. Resting his hand on the side of my neck, he pierces me with a look so intense a shiver runs up my spine. “Is this what you want?” His thumb caresses the front of my throat. “Do you want to be controlled? Dominated?” Tightening his grip, he whispers, “Afraid?”
“Y-yes,” I manage to stutter out through my heaving breaths. “All of that. Please.” At that moment, I don’t care how desperate I must sound or how unnatural my desires might be. All I can think about is Wyatt’s heavy gaze on me and his hand on my throat. Not quite restricting my air flow, but a firm reminder that he could.
The corner of his mouth curls up. “Be careful what you wish for, cupcake. Strip.”
The order carries so much authority I’m scrambling to obey without a second’s hesitation. As I pull the dress over my head, Wyatt hums in appreciation. “You came prepared, it seems,” he comments on my matching lingerie. The lacy combination is not something I’d wear on a normal lazy day at home, but I put it on this morning, hoping for this exact reaction. “My beautiful little captive. Hmm. What shall I do with you?”
Bending to remove my panties, I shiver at being so exposed in front of someone so dangerous. A real killer. The thought should be decidedly arousal-killing, except it causes wetness to pool between my thighs.
The moment I’m naked, Wyatt grabs my neck again, this time squeezing a little harder. Pushing his other hand between my legs, his smirk widens as he realizes how wet I am. “You like this, cupcake? You like it when I’m rough with you?”
When I open my mouth to respond, Wyatt plunges his tongue inside in a claiming, ferocious kiss. Sliding his hand from my neck to my hair, he holds me in place while his fingers move around my dripping pussy. Pushing inside, he strokes my G-spot until I’m moaning into his mouth, then retreats to tease my clit. With one finger on each side, he moves up and down, his strokes so powerful they border on pain.
Lightheaded from the kiss, I can only whimper as I rapidly approach my climax, only to have Wyatt move his hand away when I’m ready to tip over.
“You didn’t think I’d just let you come, did you?” He’s breathing as sharply as I am, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re my captive. You’re supposed to serve me. On your knees.” With the hand in my hair, he guides me to kneel in front of him, carefully watching my expression. When Idon’t offer any protests, he tugs the towel off and I’m suddenly eye to eye with his cock. I’ve seen it before, I’ve even had it inside of me and reveled by how deliciously it stretched me, but up close like this, it’s even better.
Desperate to touch him, I raise my hand, but Wyatt bats it away. “Hands off,” he orders. “Open your mouth.”
Oh god, yes. I dutifully open my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick the drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. Wyatt sucks in a sharp breath, his rough and tough facade breaking momentarily. Recollecting himself, Wyatt smacks the cock against my cheek. “Naughty cupcake. Stick out your tongue.” Once I obey, he rests his cock against my tongue. Saliva pools in my mouth and I want nothing more than to suck that cock inside but infuriatingly, Wyatt doesn’t move. “Eyes on me,” he orders. My eyes snap up to his and I nearly falter at the dark hunger in his gaze. He’s been sweet with me and I enjoyed it, but this is the true Wyatt. That’s the Wyatt I want and need right now.
Wyatt groans, his cock sliding over my tongue as he thrusts a little. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Helpless at my feet, desperate to suck my cock, and I bet you’re soaking wet too, aren’t you?”
With his tight grip on my hair, I can’t nod and the heavy cock on my tongue prevents me from answering. I do manage an “uh-huh” sound which Wyatt laughs at. “My eager little captive. Fucking perfect. Keep your mouth open.” Grabbing my hair with both hands, he thrusts forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. It jerks as I swallow around it, then retreats.
Looking into my eyes, Wyatt waits, probably giving me a chance to protest. Since I can’t nod or even smile, I wrap my arms around the backs of his knees, silently urging him to continue. “Fuuuck,” he groans, his hips twitching involuntarily. “You’re so damn perfect. Now, hold on.”
With consent solved and a warning given, Wyatt lets loose. His grip on my hair sends pinpricks of pain over my scalp as he holds me in place for his thrusting cock. It’s not a blowjob in the slightest. It’s a primal, rough and messy face-fucking and I love it. Tears spring from my eyes as he uses me forhis own pleasure. They’re not tears of pain or humiliation, just my body’s instinctive reaction to a massive cockhead pushing into my throat, but as Wyatt sees them, he slows down. “Cupcake,” he breathes out, wiping a tear with his thumb. “Okay?”
The grip on my hair loosens to the point I can sort of nod.
“Do you want to slow down?”
I shake my head as much as the cock in my mouth allows. In case Wyatt didn’t get the message, I frown and lightly drag my teeth over his shaft.
Hissing from a mix of pleasure and pain, Wyatt resumes the deep, forceful thrusts. “Fine. No stopping. No slowing down. My kinky little captive wants me to fuck her throat so I will. Keep looking at me,” he growls. “I’ll come inside your mouth and you will swallow every single drop. Is that clear?” This time, I don’t get the opportunity to even nod. Wyatt’s thrusts become erratic then stutter to a halt as he cries out and his cock jerks, filling my mouth with cum. I have a choice between swallowing and choking, which is not really a choice at all, so I gulp everything down then swirl my tongue around Wyatt’s softening cock.
“F-fuck…” Visibly shaken, Wyatt carefully disentangles his fingers from my hair before stepping back and all but collapsing on the bed, elbows on his knees. “Fuck. Come here, cupcake.”
Seeing him like this, all shaky and spent, is a tremendous boost for my self-confidence, so I don’t even feel self-conscious as I move over to sit by his side. Letting out a disgruntled sound, he pulls me to straddle his lap instead. “There. That’s better.” He nuzzles the crook of my neck, kissing his way up where he, to my surprise, captures my mouth.
The kiss is slow and languid, our tongues merely brushing against each other instead of fighting for dominance. Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind the fact that he just came into my mouth. In fact, he seems to love it. “Mmm. You taste the best,” he murmurs. “Like you and me together, as it should be. Though there is something missing.”
I cry out as he suddenly pushes me onto the bed and dives between my legs. A few long, deep licks of my pussy later, he crawls over me to kiss me again, both our flavors mixing on our tongues. “Oh yes. Now it’s perfect.”
