Page 136 of Wicked Fantasies

One was she wouldn’t use her toys without him. Another was that she wouldn’t come without him being with her.

Eventually he intended to teach her not to come without his permission, but she’d clearly spent too many years repressing her dark desires for him to impose that rule yet. She tended to come fast and hard at the slightest touch. He knew as she became accustomed to his commands, his demanding touches, she’d learn to control her responses, but for now he enjoyed sharing her pleasure at the newness of their sexual adventures.

“You’ve been back to work three days, Ty, and you get home so late. I?—”

“Answer my question, Gwen. Did you use that vibrator? Did you come?”

She blushed again. “It didn’t help,” she whispered as if that excused her actions. “It just made me want you more.”

He shook his head. She’d broken a rule.

She hadn’t truly tested him yet, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that’s what this was. She was daring him to assert his authority. She’d mentioned the toy. She’d wanted to confess, wanted to see how he would react.

Obviously he would have to find ways to keep her more focused during the day. Keep her busy. Apparently she had too much time on her hands for naughtiness.

“Turn around. Bend over the table again.”

Her pupils dilated at his command and she quickly complied. He raised her dress to her waist once more, running his hands along the pale globes of her ass. He’d threatened to spank her if she misbehaved, but he’d never had the occasion to follow through on that threat.

Until now.

Over the past week, Gwen’s need for pain had surfaced more and more in small ways. She’d come one night with no more stimulation than him pulling her hair while he taught her how to swallow him deeply in her throat.

Though she’d accepted the concept of bondage during their first night together, he hadn’t continued to explore that aspect of their relationship, as he sensed her reluctance to admit what she truly wanted from him.

The damn woman clearly considered certain things too dark, too wrong. He’d correct her of that mistaken assumption eventually, but right now he was going to further her education in another area.

Without any prelude, he slapped her bare bottom several times, watching the flesh go pink beneath his hand. Gwen was silent through the first few smacks, but as he built the speed and strength, he watched with wonder as she began to squirm, her body trying to anticipate the blows, trying to seek them out before they fell.

She groaned loudly, and he sensed this punishment might be falling short of the mark. Her ass glowed bright red and had to be sore, yet he knew she was on the verge of coming. He stopped and pulled her upright.

She cried out in anger, but he refused to be moved when she started to protest.

“Watch it, Gwen,” he said. “This was a punishment, nothing more. You took this orgasm at home, without me. One more word from you and I won’t allow you to come for a week.”

She opened her mouth to refute his claim, but he placed his fingers against her lips. “Before you threaten to disprove that comment, consider this. I will throw every one of your fucking toys away and tie you to the bed every day while I’m gone so that you can’t touch your own pussy.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Her question was spoken with a breathless quality that alerted him to how much that idea turned her on.

Holy shit.

She’d enjoy intense bondage.

Even though he knew he’d never truly leave her alone while she was tied up, he didn’t mind using the threat, building the scene in her mind.

“Do you really want to test that theory? You won’t come for a week. I will make sure of it.”

“But then you’d suffer too.” He could see she was afraid he’d follow through with his threat to withhold her orgasms. She was becoming a greedy lover. Lucky him.

“That’s part of being a Master, Gwen. Your instruction, your obedience comes with a price for me as well.”

“Master?”

He’d yet to initiate any conversation regarding BDSM with her, but he knew more and more that he wanted to live that lifestyle with her. He wanted her to call him Master, wanted her to serve him as his sexual submissive.

But first, he had to prove to her that her penchant for bondage and pain wasn’t wicked and wrong.

He kissed her gently, not ready to tell her of all the hopes and dreams he’d pinned on her.

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