Page 133 of Wicked Fantasies

“You won’t break those restraints.” He slowly undressed, thrilled to see her watching him as if spellbound, subdued, submitting. He removed his shirt and pushed down his pants and boxers in one smooth move, her eyes following his every action.

“Like what you see?” he teased when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

Her eyes flew back to his face. “Yes,” she whispered. “Very much. Please hurry, Ty.”

He fought to regain control of the moment.

Damn her.

She’d taken his ideas of domination and submission and blown them out of the water. He’d lived his entire life with the dream of controlling a woman in the bedroom, and in one afternoon, Gwen had taken his preconceived notions of how this should work and twisted them into something new, something glorious.

Life with this woman would never be boring and as that thought crossed his mind, he realized that he would accept nothing short of a lifetime with her.

This really was their honeymoon.

He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom. Donning it, he crawled over her body, thrilled when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her.

He placed his cock at the opening to her body and slid slowly into heaven. “I won’t be easy,” he murmured against her cheek. “I want you too badly to go slow.”

“I know my safe word,” she said, but he knew without a doubt she wouldn’t use it.

Pulling back, he slammed into her with all the force, all the power, all the desires she’d brought to a boil in his body over the course of the last hour.

Over and over, he shoved into her, making demands it seemed only she could fulfill. She came twice around his cock, but he refused to give way, refused to stop.

When at last he felt he had to come or die, he gave in to his release as she cried out and joined him again. He hovered over her, and as he climaxed, he was inundated by the realization that every dream in his life had just been fulfilled in her.

A lifetime spent hiding behind the guise of a character of his own making simply drifted away, leaving him naked, uncovered, revealed.

Gwen looked at him, her eyes sparkling with the same amazement he felt, and he knew the truth.

He’d just found home.

He collapsed on top of her, aware his weight was crushing her, but powerless to move. He buried his face in her neck, afraid to let her see the tears hovering in his eyes. He breathed in her fresh, flowery scent and savored the softness of her skin.

After several moments—once he’d composed himself—he shifted to the side and released the straps at her wrists, dragging her arms down and lightly massaging her shoulders.

She turned her face to his, and he leaned forward to kiss her. Caressed her lips with his.

“Quite a honeymoon,” she said after they broke away. The light in the room had gone dim as afternoon had given way to evening, and he wondered how long they’d lain there simply kissing.

“Quite a honeymoon,” he agreed with a contented grin.

Chapter Five

Vignette Two: It’s Time

The week of their “honeymoon”passed far too quickly for Ty, and he returned to the demands of his job, resentful at being forced away from Gwen’s sweet body. Acting had been his life, his singular joy for over two decades, but as he watched the actors on the set recite their lines like they had mouths full of peanut butter, he wondered why the hell he bothered.

He was guest-directing one of the hottest shows on television as a favor to a friend. One of the show’s gimmicks was inviting a different person in the business to direct each week.

He called “Cut!” and once again tried to explain to the two stars exactly what he’d already said twenty-seven fucking times today.

He worked hard to control his temper because part of him suspected the actors were trying to provoke him to anger. He was well aware that while there were several cameras pointed at the set, there was also one directed at him.

At the end of each show, the producers aired a montage of behind-the-scenes clips of the famous director working with the cast.

No doubt some asshole producer had decided it would improve ratings to show that infamous Ransome temper exploding. Ty refused to accommodate them, but as the scene dragged on and on, each minute keeping him away from returning to Gwen, he found it hard to keep his growing fury in check.

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