Page 137 of Wicked Fantasies

“Later,” he said, dismissing her question. He walked toward the back of his trailer and pulled out a bag. He’d had the toys delivered earlier in the day, and he’d intended to surprise her tonight at home.

As always, Gwen blew his plans sky-high. As she watched, he pulled out a butt plug and vibrator. Tearing them from their packaging, he washed them off in the small bathroom sink before returning to her.

He kissed her gently on the cheek. “Last time, I promise. Turn around and bend over.”

She grinned as he repeated the same command for the third time. “Since you’re ovulating,” he said with a small chuckle, “perhaps I should keep you close to me today.”

Her ass was still red, and he struggled to understand the part of him that became aroused at the sight of his woman’s ass marked by his hand. He shook his head, glad that Gwen couldn’t see the grin that crossed his face. It seemed they both needed to come to grips with the skeletons in their bedroom closets.

He pushed his fingers into her hot pussy and she immediately reacted, moving against him, attempting to steal more of the stimulation she needed.

He laughed softly at her incredible sex drive. He pulled out and she hissed at his retreat, until he used her juices to ease his finger’s path into her ass.

Although he’d promised to fuck her there, he hadn’t done so. He wasn’t sure why he was waiting. He wanted to fuck her ass like he’d never wanted anything in life, but he wanted it to be special for her. She confessed she’d never had a man there, and the idea of being her first appealed to him greatly.

Picking up the butt plug, he decided it was time to proceed down that path.

Tonight he would claim this last frontier as his own. He rubbed the plug against the outer lips of her pussy, using her fluid to coat the hard toy before placing the tip at her anus. She sucked in a harsh breath as he pushed the large plug past her tight ring of muscles.

Once it was lodged, he heard her heavy sigh of relief.

“How does that feel?” He was curious about her every thought as he dragged her deeper and deeper into his fantasies.

“Tight. Wonderful.”

He grinned. Leaning forward, he retrieved the second toy, a small vibrator that was operated with a remote control. He pushed the tiny toy into her dripping cunt before helping her stand. She swayed a bit as she attempted to acclimate herself to toys filling her.

Reaching into his pocket, he pushed the button that would activate the vibrator. She hissed in surprise at the feeling. Keeping it on low, he watched her lovely cheeks flood with color.

“Ty,” she said, but he cut off her comment.

“You’re going to sit beside me on the set for the rest of the afternoon. If you are a good girl, I’ll give you as many orgasms as your little body can take tonight. But if you come without permission at any time while we’re here, I won’t fuck you again until tomorrow night. Understand?”

It was high time he moved forward on her training. If she was questioning his authority and testing his rules, it was obvious she was ready for the next level.

She nodded in response, and he could see she was already fighting against her growing arousal. The vibrator was set on low.

How would she react when he pushed up the speed?

“Your orgasms belong to me now. You don’t come without my permission. Ever.”

She shuddered at his words, but he wanted to hear her accept them as true. “Do you understand, Gwen? Repeat it back to me.”

“My orgasms belong to you,” she whispered, and he smiled.

Gwen suckedin a rough breath and fought against the instinct to squirm in her chair. Ty’s name suddenly took on a new meaning as she suspected it wasn’t short for Tyler as she’d originally assumed, but instead was the shortened version of Tyrant. He’d taken great pleasure in tormenting her all day with his evil little toys, and she wondered how she’d managed to hold back her building orgasm.

For two hours, she sat beside him as he directed the scenes, one after another.

When she’d first arrived on the set, she’d sensed his anger, his frustration. None of those emotions were present in him now. He was jovial, good-natured, laughing with the cast and crew as if she wasn’t suffering in agony just a few feet away.

She fought the urge to walk over to him and slap the smug smile off his face. She was dying, and he was enjoying it.

She felt the vibrator in her pussy pick up speed and she cried out. The cameraman nearest her glanced over, and she tried to cover up the sound with a cough. The annoying-as-shit assistant who’d been trailing after Ty all afternoon as if he were her personal God walked over to her to see if she needed a glass of water.

Gwen shook her head, uncertain if she could speak without her voice quivering. She squeezed her legs tighter together and attempted to ride out the storm yet again.

The past week with Ty had opened her eyes to a world she’d only lived in her fantasies. She was continually amazed by how in tune with her desires the man was.

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