Page 144 of Wicked Fantasies

She rolled her eyes. “God you’re a cocky bastard, Hollywood.” She laughed softly. “Don’t let this go to your head or anything, but I think I might care for you too—a little. I just don’t think I can go through the heartache again when you realize how much I need from you.”

“So what if we like our sex rougher than other people? So what if we get off on things other people find bizarre? Big deal. I’m not fucking them. I’m fucking you and I want the same things you do.”

She closed her eyes as he spoke, and he could sense her fighting not to believe him, too afraid of giving her heart again. Clearly, he would have to match his words with actions. He crossed the room until he stood in front of her.

“Get on your knees.”

“What?”

“On your knees. Now!”

A wave of unbridled lust punched him in the gut like a heavyweight boxer when she dropped to the floor before him. He hastily unfastened his pants and shoved them and his boxers down in one swoop. He gripped her hair tightly, rewarded by her moan as she engulfed his engorged flesh in her mouth with one deep pass.

She swallowed his cock to the back of her throat, and he pulled her hair as he forced her to move faster, deeper. She reached up to grip his thighs, her fingers digging into his legs. She hummed as she dragged her teeth along the hard flesh.

He moved out, gripping her face and forcing her to meet his gaze. “Not this way. Not this time.”

Reaching down, he helped her to her feet. Kicking off his shoes and pants, he dragged her to the bed and pushed her toward the mattress.

“Hands and knees.”

She moved into position as he reached up to loosen the straps at the head of the bed. “Give me your wrists,” he demanded. “No fighting this time.”

When she complied, he secured them together above her head, forcing her to support herself on her elbows.

He moved over to his dresser and picked out several neckties.

Tonight he wanted her to understand the true meaning of bondage, of submission.

Reaching beneath her, he tied her knees together, then secured another tie around her ankles and a final one around her elbows. She was trussed up tightly, her motion limited. In this position, her ass was open, at his disposal, while the rest of her body was bound, vulnerable.

He ran his fingers along the slit between her legs and discovered she was ready to play. “So wet,” he whispered as she shivered. He knew her reaction wasn’t based on being cold, but rather anticipation, exhilaration.

There was nothing wrong with what they were doing and if it took him all night, he would convince her of that.

Leaning over, he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of lubrication. He knew she watched him, knew from the slight trembling she was aware of his intentions.

Taking his time, he worked the lubrication into her virgin ass, first with one finger, then with two. She hissed when he added the third digit, but when she began to shove back against his fingers, he knew she was ready. Tossing the lube to the floor, he rose to his knees behind her and placed his cock at her anus.

After tonight, he refused to wear a condom. Those days were over. If she wasn’t already on birth control, he’d take her to the doctor tomorrow for the shot.

Slowly, he eased his way inside her, trying to pay attention to her body’s signals, searching for any proof that she didn’t like this, didn’t want this. When he was fully seated, he paused, the tightness of her ass clenching his cock in a painful, glorious manner.

His hips retreated almost completely before moving back inside, hard, steady, strong. She screamed and he felt the beginning of her climax.

“You don’t have permission.”

“So punish me,” she hissed as her orgasm ripped through her.

He fought back a grin at her challenge. She would never match his image of the perfect submissive, and he was so very grateful for that. She was so much more than he’d ever dared to hope for.

He thrust his cock into her, struggling to maintain control of his own building climax. It was all too fast. He wanted this moment to last.

She began to come again, right on the heels of her previous orgasm, and he slapped her ass as he continued to pound into her. He timed his spanking with his thrusts. His punishment turned quickly into a pleasure neither of them had ever known, ever experienced. She cried as her third climax pierced through her body, taking him down for the count as well.

After he untied her, he wrapped his arms around her.

Glancing out the window at the midnight sky, he realized evening songs were definitely the sweetest.

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