Page 146 of Wicked Fantasies

Together, they’d explored the concepts of BDSM, and for the first time in her life, she felt an inner peace. She’d slowly learned to accept that this was who she was. She was finally comfortable in her own skin and she had Ty to thank for it.

The loneliness that had resided inside for most of her life was gone. The pressures of her career had also faded. She wasn’t quite sure how to explain the feeling of utter freedom that permeated her being when she gave herself to him completely.

She stood before the mirror, watching as he moved closer. He hadn’t taken off a single stitch of clothing. She loved these moments. Loved being his all-too-willing slave.

She’d spent so many nights pondering the idea of being his submissive and in truth, she’d never felt happier. He’d brought her to orgasm with his hands, his cock, his tongue, but also with words and whips and ropes at her wrists. There had been no desire he’d refused to satiate, and he’d never made her feel ashamed about her need for pain and bondage.

“You’re so beautiful.” He took his place behind her. They looked at each other through their reflections in the mirror, and as she caught a glimpse of her body, her face, she felt beautiful. “I have a treat for you.”

“For me?”

He nodded. “I’ve been saving it for just this occasion. For the day when we finished the screenplay.”

Her heart lurched at his words. Since his admission that he loved her nearly two months earlier, he hadn’t used those words again.

Of course, she’d never offered them even once, too afraid of his rejection.

What if this relationshipwasdirectly tied to the writing of the screenplay?

Now that the script was written, was their time together over?

Ty hadn’t mentioned the future beyond the end of this partnership, and now that she was faced with the ending, her heart felt as if it were on the precipice of being irrevocably broken, shattered.

He pulled out the padded stool beneath the dressing table. “Sit down.” She winced slightly at the burn from his previous spanking, then she watched him through the reflection in the mirror as he reached into his pocket to pull something out.

“Lift your hair,” he said.

She complied as he placed something around her neck. She gasped when his hands moved and revealed the thick band of silver. “It’s a c—” Her voice caught on the word, unable to say it.

“A collar,” he finished for her. “And there’s something else.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful silver chain. There were sapphires set into the intricate design of the metal with a very small loop at the front.

To most of the world it would just appear to be a simple choker necklace, but anyone familiar with BDSM would realize it was a collar. She knew perfectly well what a collar meant, and her chest blossomed with hope.

Surely he wouldn’t give her this if he intended to end things.

A collar denoted commitment and a serious relationship.

She turned on the stool when she realized he wasn’t standing behind her anymore, rather he was kneeling. In his hands was the largest, most gorgeous diamond engagement ring she’d ever seen.

“Ty.” The tears she’d fought back earlier returned full-force and brought friends.

“I want you to marry me, Gwen. I want you to be my wife by law and my submissive by choice. Stay here with me. Please.”

She nodded, her throat too clogged with happiness to speak the word. He grinned, placing the ring on her finger, and she laughed.

“Dear God, Hollywood. Couldn’t you find a bigger ring?” A diamond surrounded by sapphires engulfed her finger.

He joined her laughter. “I don’t want anyone to mistake the fact that you are completely, one hundred percent spoken for.” He reached up to stroke the collar at the throat, and she felt the familiar racing of her heart he managed to inspire with a single touch.

“I love you.” The words were new to her lips, but familiar to her heart. She’d fallen in love with him the first night he’d fallen asleep in her bed in the guest house, looking so lonely and weary. She couldn’t help but care for him, and she’d been a fool to hide her feelings for so long.

“I love you too.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, and she reveled in the passion behind his caress. He led her over to the bed and he undressed slowly, leisurely.

Their unhurried pace was a sharp contrast to the mad dash of sex they’d succumbed to every night since she’d moved into his room. It was as if the idea of forever had calmed the rough, frightened edges in each of them, and the rhythm of their evening songs would never be the same again.

As he pushed her back onto the bed, he came into her, his lips kissing her gently as his cock moved deeply, slowly within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, trying to show him with her lips and body how very much she loved him, wanted him.

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