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HOW MANY
Wyatt
Was this a good idea?I honestly wasn’t sure. She’d been better today, speaking, small smiles here and there when Aspen stopped by. Snapping at me earlier seemed to have also helped a bit, which I was grateful for. She could snap at me all she wanted to; I just needed to know she was processing things and not burying these feelings to ignore andnotprocess.
I needed to know she was okay—or at least on the road to okay and not pretending nothing was going on.
So, was the club tonight a good idea? Absolutely no fucking idea, but when I sat on my couch in my dress slacks and white button-up, one ankle propped on the opposite leg, waiting for her, I tried to be optimistic.
I hadn’t reserved us anything specific yet because I hadno idea what she’d be in the mood for, but fuck did I want to help get her out of her head for a bit.
“What do you think?” Her voice roused me out of my rampant thoughts, and as my eyes ran up her body.
My mouth felt dry, and words were hard to come by as I took in the full shape and image of the woman I loved. Ember was in a floor-length white silk dress, no bra in sight, with a slit all the way up her thigh. It had thin straps and a plunging neckline. Her hair was clipped up with a few strands down around her face, and her white stilettos matched the dress.
“You look like an angel,” I found myself whispering.
A light pink blush dusted her cheeks, and she dipped her head, but I wasn’t having that. I stood up, walked over to her, and lifted her chin in my hand.
“Fucking stunning, Ember. Are you sure you still want to go tonight?” My voice was cautious as I looked down at her, trying desperately to read her emotions right now, but she was expertly closed off.
“Yeah. There’s a room I want to try out if it’s okay with you.”
I nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll drive.”
She placed her hand in mine, and I hoped I was able to provide what it was she was looking for tonight.
The drivethere was quiet in terms of talking; the silence was filled with a playlist Ember had chosen that rolled between ‘90s rap and today’s pop hits.
“This is some kinda playlist.” I smirked when she rolled her eyes.
“It’s my pump-up jams, Wyatt. Just drive and mind your business.”
“Whatever helps, little flame.”
When we arrived at Silk and Spice, she was gracious enough to allow me to open her door, but then she grabbed my hand and led the way into the club as if she owned the place. We walked up to the front counter, and she smiled at Ruby.
“Hi Ruby. I rented a room tonight?” Ember said pleasantly.
Ruby smiled in return and pulled up the computer, her eyes widening for only a moment. “You sure did,” she said with a smirk. “Enjoy yourself, babe, and good luck, Wyatt.”
“What do you—” I started, but Ember shook her head.
“Nope. You said whatever I wanted tonight, and I know what I want. So come along, Mr. Carragan,” she said as she dragged me to the now unlocked door and up the stairs to the second floor.
She didn’t stop until she found the door labeled‘A Dom’s Playground’,and pushed it open, immediately locking it behind us.
“Ember,” I muttered as I looked around the room, but the words were lost on me when she dropped the dress in the middle of the floor and stared at me in nothing but her heels. The clip left her hair at some point because the long waves were down around her shoulders.
“I don’t want to think, Wyatt. I want the only thing bumbling around in my brain to be your cock, your fingers, your tongue. I just…I need a moment to exist in this world and not think about the fire and my literal crumbling life’s dreams. I need to just exist in this world,” she said as she waved her hands around. “I need to be here with you and just be…us.”
I found myself nodding as I unbuttoned my shirt and kicked off my shoes. But it stopped there. Not being stupid, I knew what Ember loved. The woman who stayed in control had always craved someone who could take it from her. Someone who could help center the world and let her exist as her most powerful self, while also shouldering the burden when she needed to breathe.
So I didn’t ask where she wanted to start as I looked around the room. I made a plan that I wanted to partake in. There was a king-sized four-poster bed in the far corner, a wall full of different floggers, whips, restraints, and toys on the opposite wall. There were even restraints that fell from the ceiling if you wanted to tie up your sub and leave them hanging for a bit—which honestly didn’t sound like a terrible idea.
The problem was, Ember didn’t need rough sex; she needed to ride the edge of pain and pleasure in a way that would have her single-mindedly begging to come.
