Page 29 of Wicked Fantasies

Julia told him about her parents for the first time, even talking about the night they’d died. She’d never shared her thoughts, fears and feelings of that painful night with anyone and Ross held her as she cried, her emotions raw from the intensity of her revelations.

As they cuddled in front of the fire, Ross asked, “What’s your ultimate sexual fantasy?”

Despite all they had shared together, Julia was still a bit shy regarding her sexuality and desires and Ross hoped to break her of that completely before they left the cabin. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough with him that she could share her innermost thoughts and hopes without trepidation or fear.

“Fantasy? I don’t know,” she answered after a few moments, although Ross could see she clearly did know.

“Tell me,” he prodded. “Everyone has some deep, dark fantasy. Lord knows I’ve tried most of mine with you in the past week. What’s yours?”

“I wouldn’t say we’ve indulged all of yours,” she answered, in what he suspected was an attempt to change the subject. Although she’d worn the butt plug for a couple of hours each day, they’d yet to have anal sex.

Somehow the time had never seemed right. Ross sensed she was still slightly uneasy with the thought and he didn’t want to rush her.

“Nice try,” he replied, refusing to be put off. “We have plenty of time for everything I want to do to you. Tonight, I want to enact one of your fantasies.”

“I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing. God knows what you’d think of me.”

Shaking his head, Ross chuckled lightly. “What I’d think of you? My God, woman, I’ve tied you to the kitchen table and the bed, shaved your pussy and used numerous sex toys on you. I’ve been a pirate and a sultan. I’ve indulged in your mind-blowing blowjobs several times, while taking you missionary position, doggy style, and I’ve even had you ride me in a hot tub twice and you’re worried about your fantasies affecting my feelings toward you!”

Laughing, Julia relented. “Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s not like we can do it anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” Ross said, up to any challenge. “Try me.”

“When I read those erotica books you loaned me, one of them talked about a woman who, well, who—” She paused.

“Who what?” Ross prodded.

“Had two men at one time,” she stammered out so rapidly Ross wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

“Two men,” he repeated as she blushed and looked away.

“It’s silly, I know. Please forget I said anything.”

“I would never share you,” Ross said without thinking.

The seriousness of his tone took her aback. He clearly meant what he said. Uneasy with the conversation, Julia wished she could take back her words. “Well, it’s not like there’s another man here or even at home who wants me. It was a silly thought. Let’s forget I said it. Okay?”

“No.” Ross’s eyes were still deeply disturbed. “You’ve obviously done more than simply consider it, but Jules, you’re mine.” His face was so determined she shuddered at the power behind his words.

“For now,” she whispered, remembering that he’d made no promises for the future and likely never would. She refused to let herself fall into his spell any deeper than she already had.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, grasping her upper arms tightly in response to her softly spoken words. “Mine.” The grip of his fingers digging into her arms was painful and Julia was shocked by the power behind his declaration.

However as soon as the words passed his lips, he masked his feelings. So quickly in fact, Julia wondered if they had ever been there.

“Ross,” she whispered, suddenly afraid her confession had somehow changed the tenor of their lighthearted relationship. His intensity frightened her even as she silently prayed his feelings really were that true.

The old Ross suddenly reemerged. His eyes took on a mischievous gleam and she suspected he had hatched a plan.

“Two men,” he repeated. “I think that can be arranged,” he added, startling her.

“Oh?” She tried to act nonchalant, but her shaky laugh gave her away. “You have a friend hidden somewhere on the property for just such a thing, do you?”

“You’re a wonderful writer, Jules, with an amazing imagination. I won’t need another man for this fantasy. Only your clever mind. Go lie on the bed,” he commanded, his voice deep.

“Why?” she asked, but he only shook his head and pointed to the bed. In previous engagements, when Ross took control, Julia knew to follow his commands. It appeared tonight would be one of those nights. Secretly, Julia relished being told what to do in bed. She felt herself go wet simply thinking about Ross giving her orders. Although she’d yet to disobey, she suspected she’d enjoy his punishment as much as she loved his instructions.

Rising, she walked toward the bed.

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