Page 139 of Wicked Fantasies

“Those characters,” she said quietly, “what they do. It’s not natural.”

He leaned back onto his knees, his mind whirling with her comment. “Not natural?”

“The pain, the bondage,” she added. “Doesn’t that disturb you?”

“No, it doesn’t. Not at all. I can show you how amazing pleasure and pain can be when mixed together just right. If you’ll let me.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why not? You’re a submissive, Gwen. Surely you know that.” He was shocked by her continued reticence. How could she fight so hard against what she so clearly wanted?

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

He reeled back at her denial. She knew. She had to know. Didn’t she? “Where the hell do you think ‘The Darkest Night’ came from? I realized it the second I learned it was you who had written it. You’re a born sub. Haven’t you ever given in to those desires? Put yourself in the hands of a true Dom, even if only for a night?”

“No. You don’t understand. This is wrong.”

“Don’t.” His voice was harsh, angry, but he didn’t care. “Don’t ever say this is wrong again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her body was trembling and he suddenly wondered if he’d gone too far.

“Are you afraid of me?”

She shook her head.

“Say it, Gwen. Out loud.”

“No,” she whispered. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Good. Now tell me you want this. Tell me you want this bondage.”

She shuddered.

“Tell me,” he repeated.

“I can’t.”

“You can. You will. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me to take possession of you. Because that’s what I’m going to do, Gwen. You belong to me.”

“No,” she whispered brokenly, her voice betraying her. She wanted everything he was doing to her. He knew it. He just needed to break through her damn resistance.

“Say it.” He refused to back down until he heard the words. He wasn’t going to let her escape her true nature any more. “Say it.”

She closed her eyes, her body trembling with need.

“God dammit, Gwen. I can’t go on unless you say it.” His body was aching, but he wouldn’t concede, wouldn’t compromise.

“Ty, please,” she cried. “I need you.”

Upon second glance, he realized her pent-up passion caused her to shake. She was at the precipice of entering this new reality and he wouldn’t let her turn back now.

He bent toward her and kissed her passionately, intensely. He’d been wrong to try to ease her into this type of relationship, wrong with his subtle approach. Clearly she thought she could escape the truth, escape him. No doubt she thought they’d been merely playing a game. It was time to take off the mask, time to reveal his true nature.

He narrowed his eyes, waiting for the words.

“I want you to take control. Own me,” she said. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He broke away and donned a condom before gripping her hips firmly. He pulled her legs apart, placing one over the back of the leather seat and the other over his shoulder. She was totally open, helpless to anything but him and his body’s demands. He seated himself to the hilt in one thrust.

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