Page 140 of Wicked Fantasies

“You’re mine, Gwen,” he hissed as he pounded himself into her willing flesh. Her orgasm began almost immediately, and he pulled out completely as she screamed in frustration.

“I haven’t given you permission to come,” he said.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and her body shook violently as she fought against the handcuffs on her wrists. He was grateful for the soft lining.

“Please,” she begged. “Please let me come.”

His eyes narrowed and he fought against returning to her hot body. There was one more concession, one more part of her he needed.

“Please what?”

She looked at him, confused for only a moment. He knew the second she understood his question.

She swallowed heavily and nipped at her bottom lip, her discomfort apparent. He continued to watch her, feigning a patience he didn’t really possess.

Unfortunately, there was a part of him that needed to hear the word desperately enough that he refused to move forward without it.

“Please, Master,” she whispered.

He kissed her gently, rewarding her compliance, aware of how difficult it had been for her.

He leaned forward, placing his cock inside her again, fucking her in earnest.

Over and over he pounded into her hot cunt, her screams, her demands for more fueling the wildfire raging inside him. Harder and harder he thrust, demanding that she give him everything, every part of her body.

She was his.

God dammit, she was his and he wouldn’t allow her to withhold anything from him.

“Come.” As she flew apart, he felt her drag him into the abyss with her.

Two souls lost in a conflagration of white-hot stars and fiery rays as bright as the sun.

Hot jets of sperm erupted and he silently wished his seed were free to flood her body, free to plant itself within her womb. The image of Gwen carrying his child invaded his mind and he realizedexactlyhow much he wanted from this woman.

For several minutes, neither of them moved. Then he reached up to unlock the clasp of the cuffs.

In one deft movement, he twisted her around until she sat facing him upon his lap, his cock still buried within her.

He kissed her gently before pushing her head against his shoulder. He fought back a grin at her drowsy cuddle. After every intense orgasm, she fell into a semi-comatose state, and he loved being able to leave her this satiated, this fulfilled.

“When we get home, I’m going to fill your ass with my own hard flesh. No more toys.”

She pushed away from him, and he wondered what she was thinking. Her smile, though sweet, didn’t seem to reach her eyes.

“I’m going to take you so far into the darkest night, Gwen, you won’t ever want to see the sunshine again.”

She shivered in response to his promise and he drew her back toward him.

As the limopulled up in front of Ty’s mansion, he helped her put her sundress on, setting her to rights before the chauffeur opened the door. He led her into the house and up the stairs.

“Ty,” she said once they’d reached his bedroom, stopping just inside the threshold of the doorway. “I was thinking I’d like to spend tonight in the guest house.”

“What?” he asked, confused by her sudden about-face.

“Today’s been pretty tiring, and I need a break.”

“A break.” He was well aware of the fact that her idea of a break was his idea of running away. “If you’re feeling overwhelmed by what happened in the limo?—”

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