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Every day, despite her attempts to hold back, to protect her heart, she found herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell. She was failing miserably in her attempts to hide her darker nature, and she feared the day when Ty realized he’d never be able to go where she needed him to go. She was setting herself up for certain heartbreak and yet, as she sat here with her pussy and ass crammed full of his torturous toys, she knew she’d never have the strength to do as she should and walk away.

After about a million years, Ty finally called it a night, congratulating the cast and crew for their outstanding work. As he approached her, the murderous feelings she’d felt all afternoon dispersed, turning into instantaneous red-hot lust.

“Are you ready to go?” He extended a hand to help her up. She’d refused to move all day, unwilling to risk adding to the stimulation in her pussy and ass. Now she was paying the price as her legs felt stiff with the inactivity.

She nearly fell as she stood, but he deftly caught her, holding her close to his chest. She glanced up into his face as her nipples tightened against his firm chest. “You have the limo?”

His eyes narrowed as if he suspected the reason for her question. He nodded.

“Good,” she said. “It’s time.”

Chapter Six

Vignette Three: The Darkest Night

As they rushedto the limo, Ty quickly ushered her inside, as desperate for relief as she was. It had taken all the strength in his body not to drag her off the set and back to his trailer at least a dozen times today.

“Take the long way home,” he commanded his driver as he shut the door behind them.

“Take off that fucking dress.” Part of him expected her to balk at his harsh tone, but she merely reached down and whipped the filmy material over her head in one motion. All that remained beneath was a lacy scrap of material he assumed she considered a bra. The rest of her was bare to his perusal, his hands.

He pushed her back against the leather seat, coming over her. With one deft movement, he yanked the small vibrator out of her clinging cunt and pulled the butt plug from its tight hole. He wanted every part of her available to him, to his cock, to his hands.

She was gasping for breath, her nipples taut and tempting.

Bending his head down, he sucked the barely covered nub into his mouth roughly. She cried out at his hard suckling, but didn’t complain, didn’t try to push him off. He shoved the bra down, impatiently biting at her nipples. Her hips began gyrating wildly against his thigh, and he could feel her arousal soaking through the material of his dress pants.

“Goddamn you,” he said through gritted teeth. “Hold still.”

She ceased movement until he returned to playing with her soft breasts, taking her hard nipples in his teeth again. Soon she began subconsciously thrusting again.

“That’s it, Gwen. You’ve disobeyed me one time too often.”

She looked at him as confusion and arousal rivaled for supremacy in her beautiful blue eyes. “You’re mine.” It was time to finally admit his intentions for them. “You belong to me, and by God, you will obey me.”

She struggled to breathe, her sexy breasts heaving with the attempt. The image was enough to drive him to utter insanity.

“It’s time for the third story,” he proclaimed. “For ‘The Darkest Night’.”

She slowly shook her head. “No, it’s too soon.”

“You know your safe word.”

“But you can’t want to, I mean, that story?—”

He reached into the bag of sex toys he’d carried from his trailer, pulling out a different, new item.

She gasped when he showed her the fur-lined handcuffs. Roughly gripping her wrists, he dragged them over her head, securing them together through the handgrip above the window.

She moaned as she tested the strength of her bondage, and his suspicions were answered as her eyes drifted shut with pleasure. Clearly bondage resided at the top of her list of dirty fantasies.

“You look so sexy, so defenseless. What should I do to you first?”

She shuddered in response. “You can’t want to do this. That story—” She gasped, her body and mind appearing to be waging a war against each other. She’d fought his dominance all week and each time he’d retreated a step or two, slowing the pace, giving her time to come to grips with her needs.

He refused to back down any longer. It was time she understood who she was, who he was. What they would be together.

“Why wouldn’t I want to reenact that story, Gwen?”

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