Page 123 of Wicked Fantasies

“Put your foot back on the chair,” he demanded, his voice soft, but firm.

“Are you listening to me?” She was aware how shrill and panicked her voice sounded. She was a modern woman. She wasn’t supposed to be turned on by his demands, encouraging his caveman behavior.

“I’m listening to your body, not your words. I’m not going to punish you for disobeying me, Gwen, but if your foot isn’t on that chair in five seconds, I can assure you, you won’t like the result.”

Fear and curiosity warred inside her. Fear of loving what he was about to do. Curiosity over what his punishment would be.

Shit. Her thinking was screwed up. She should be afraid of the damn punishment, not curious.

Her thoughts were in such a jumble, she didn’t realize he was lifting her leg for her until her foot hit the seat of the chair.

Then he bent down and retrieved her pajama pants. Grasping her hands, he pulled them behind her back, quickly and efficiently using her pants to tie her hands.

Her heart raced with excitement and desire when she realized she was bound tightly enough that escape was impossible.

“We’re definitely going to have to work on your inability to follow simple commands.”

Her pussy clenched at his words and she leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes tightly, praying it would help her shut out the overwhelming needs coursing through her.

Why did she like—no,lovethe way he was talking to her?

“Open your eyes, Gwen. Look at me.”

She slowly dragged her eyes open, and he smiled at her so sweetly, so kindly, she felt her heart begin to ache at the beauty of it.

His fingers lightly grazed her clit, and she sucked in a breath, while keeping her gaze locked firmly on his.

“So responsive, so beautiful.” His fingers delved through her mons before swirling around playfully in her juices. “God, you have no idea how hot you feel. Your cunt is burning my hand.”

She trembled at the dirty compliment, moving her hips toward his questing fingers, trying to bring him inside.

“Hold still,” he barked, and she felt a fresh gush of moisture escape at the rough sound of his voice.

“Jesus,” he muttered as if awestruck. “You’re too perfect for words.”

He pushed one finger inside of her, and she fought to remain motionless, fought against every fiber of her body that was demanding she thrust toward him.

“Please,” she whimpered when it appeared he was satisfied with tormenting her with one finger.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please, Ty.” The words fell from her lips without thought. “I want your fingers inside me. More than one.”

He pulled out at her request and thrust in with two. “Like that?” he asked. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific if you hope to get what you want, what you need.”

“Another finger,” she whispered. “Please.”

He complied with her pleading, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” she added, realizing he was serious about making her ask for what she wanted. “Push inside me harder, faster.”

At her words, he gave in to the strength he’d obviously been holding back as her legs threatened to give way under the glorious assault of his hand. His fingers fucked her roughly, pounding inside her in the way she often did for herself. No one had ever dared to take her so strongly. She felt the scream building in her throat just before it reached her lips.

“Come for me.” The speed and power of his thrusts increased even more, and she succumbed to his words, his fingers. Her vision went black and she felt as if she were on the verge of fainting.

Ty must have thought the same thing as he reached out with his free hand to steady her against the wall.

She shuddered uncontrollably for several moments, the aftershocks of her orgasm shaking her body. His lips lightly caressed her cheek, and she felt his tongue dab at the stream of tears he found there.

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