Undone, Volume 3 Page 5

  “You can scream, Ana.” I licked at her collarbone, trailing fingers along her outstretched arms. “You can yell at the top of your lungs. No one will hear you.”

  “Ash!” She cried out as I captured one of her erect, aroused nipples between my teeth, biting down just enough to make it burn so good. I palmed her breast, feasting on her, sucking hard, then light, then just a whisper of a lick around her nipple as she panted and quivered. I loved how she responded to me, so intense, so real. I’d had many more practiced partners, women who knew all the moves and used their talents with the utmost expertise. None of them even came close to the seductive power of Ana’s innocence, her shocked, parted lips, and the desire that led her to overcome her inhibitions. The struggle she had within her, the doubts, overcome with her own physical need.

  And the trust she put in me. She’d chosen me to do this to her, with her. She might not see herself as a gorgeously sexy seductress, but, trust me, she was. She had to have men hitting on her every second of the day. She was just so sweet and chaste she probably didn’t realize it, probably turned them down without even realizing she’d had a proposition in front of her.

  But she’d said yes to me. At first, because of the children’s library funding. OK, I remembered that. But nothing in our agreement specified this kind of an arrangement. This was entirely of her choosing. And, yes, technically now she was tied down now and at my mercy, but she knew I’d end it in a heartbeat if she wanted me to stop.

  She didn’t want me to stop. She was writhing and struggling but loving every second of it. She wanted to be tied down to my bed, at the mercy of my nasty, dirty plans for her all night long. Alone with me, snowed in and at my mercy.

  “You can scream when you come, Ana,” I whispered, trailing my tongue down her stomach. Slowly, so slowly. She moaned, and I could tell she felt impatient. If she weren’t tied down, she’d fist her hands in my hair. She’d push my mouth down right where she wanted it.

  But she was tied down. I’d tied her tight.

  “It will be our little secret,” I continued, down now at her hips. Large fingers over her smooth skin, I worshipped her curves, feathering kisses down her thighs, along the inside. Her ankles were bound at either side to the bedposts.

  She closed her eyes and I could tell she felt suddenly shy at her complete and total exposure. She couldn’t move. She had nowhere to go, no way to hide her desire. I could see every inch of her arousal, all of her sex bared to me. She was dripping for me, her swollen clit aching with need, throbbing and begging for my attention. Yet still, I could tell she was holding back.

  “Here in this cabin, you can let yourself go, Ana. Be my little slut. Let me do all the things to you you’ve wanted. What you’ve fantasized about. You can let me know how much you love it. You can scream and come and show me how much you want it, how much you’ll beg for it. No one will ever know.”

  “Yes.” She panted, beyond reason, beyond words. “Yes, please.” My lips were so close now, inches away from her sex. My tongue, so hot, so wicked, so close. I wanted her to imagine it, desire it, fantasize about how good it would feel when I finally feasted on her.

  “Ana,” I exhaled in satisfaction. “So wet.” Reverently, I brought my fingers to her slick slit, lightly sliding them along, exploring where she was spread for me, aching and ready. “Surrender to me, Ana. The way you know you want to.”

  Her head bucked back, her throat bare. A raw groan escaped her parted lips as my mouth finally came down, hot and full, on her drenched, exposed pussy.

  She tasted so sweet, so perfect, I groaned into her, licking, sucking. She screamed as I did it, losing herself, the final contact after so much lead-up.

  But then I stopped.

  “You don’t get to come, yet, Ana.” Her eyes fluttered open wide and she looked at me, disbelieving I’d left her. She was so close. I knew she was. But I wanted her blindfolded when she finally got her reward.

  In the closet, I removed a silk band. Scarlet, it would look so good against her skin, the deep red of her lips parted below it. She watched me, brimming with nervous anticipation and arousal.

  “Close your eyes for me, baby,” I coaxed her, leaning over to fasten the band of silk around her eyes. I didn’t tie it tight enough to make her uncomfortable, just enough to take away her sense of sight. Her other four senses would be heightened with its removal. She’d still be able to taste my mouth as I sought out her own. She’d become all the more aware of the scent of our desires, hers so feminine, the ying to my yang. Every pant, every breath would ring in her ears. And my favorite, of course, touch. Every feathered brush against her exposed, sensitive skin would rock her to her core.

  Making sure the blindfold was secure, I stood up and walked out of the room.

  “Are you leaving?” she called out, anxiety flooding her voice.

  “Not for long,” I both reassured and teased her. I wanted her to anticipate, wonder, even feel a shiver of nerves down her spine. It all heightened the intensity of her experience.

  I came back soon, as promised. I’d picked up a couple things in the kitchen.

  “How’re you doing?” I asked as I returned.

  “Well, I’m kind of tied up right now.”

  I loved this girl. She wanted to joke around? I wanted to see what she thought of what I had in my hand.

  I sat at the side of the bed and brought out a little something from my bag of tricks. Holding it lightly, I touched it to the side of her stomach.

  She drew in her breath, sharply. “What is that?”

  Chuckling, I refused to tell her. “You have to guess.” I brought it down again and traced a lazy circle around her belly button. She quivered at the touch.

  “Ice!” she cried out.

  “Yes.” I dipped my head toward her stomach and licked a small rivulet making its way down her side. I traced the cube up and down her flat stomach, following the path with my tongue. I’d cool her down, then warm her right up.

  “That’s…” She panted, twisting as I made my way up her side. “It’s—”

  “Cold?” I asked as I brought the cube to the base of her breast and began to circle. This I could do all day, the cube leaking and lubricating her gorgeous, soft mound. The pants and sighs that came out of her parted lips. The way the cold ice and my hot tongue combined to make her nipples peak hard. Yes, this I liked.

  “Is it too cold?” I teased, making tighter circles, up now around her nipples. I loved how her tips peaked, how much I knew they ached.

  “Ash! It’s…ooh!” she cried out as I brought the ice directly onto her sensitive tip. Just when it verged on uncomfortable, I engulfed it in my hot, wet mouth. “Ah!” she cried out as I sucked her in, licking, savoring the feel of her.

  “You taste so good, Anika.” I iced and licked my way along her body, taking my time, making the most of my exploration. Up at her neck, she shivered, then gasped as I sucked and bit. Along her arms, I left a trail, around her wrist ties. Shivers tremored through her, the heat and cold assaulting, blending, confusing and arousing her senses.

  Then I made my way down. Her outstretched arms were nice, displaying her breasts. But her outstretched legs were even better. What a feast.

  I drew the ice along her ankles, up her calves, up the insides of her thighs. I didn’t have much of the cube left now, just a small patch of ice. Then nothing. She panted, awaiting my next move.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice turning husky at the sight of her sex. She’d enjoyed my play. Her pussy glistened with arousal, flush and slick. I couldn’t wait to take her even higher, but patience. Patience was required.

  I wrapped my hand around the other kitchen toy. She squirmed as I neared her sex. I took my time, settling on the bed, my face right up close to paradise.

  “You look so delicious, Ana. So sweet. I want to lick every inch of you.” And with that, I took the small, metal spoon out of the pot and drizzled her inner thigh.

  “What? Uh…” Ana’s questi
on dissolved like the honey I’d dripped onto her skin, her words melting into a sigh of enjoyment. I painted her, like a masterpiece, a small dab here, a light brushstroke here, all followed by my tongue, all inching my way up her thighs.

  “I’m wondering, which is sweeter?” I murmured. “The honey, or you?” I stroked her thighs and she parted even more. Bound as she was, she still had a few inches of movement available to her and she used them to offer herself up even more to me. I could play with her all day. In fact, I’d do just that.

  “There’s only one way to find out.” And with that, I drizzled some honey right along her slit. Then I brought my tongue to her seam, licking all along her slick entrance, a growl of pleasure forming deep in my chest.

  “Oh, it’s you, Ana. So good.” I forced myself to take my time, not bury myself in her and tongue-fuck her hard until she came. The point of all of this was to take my time, torment her, but that only worked if I actually took my time.

  I brought my fingers to her sex and pet her, stroked her and she moved with me, arching her hips and moaning. “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes!” she cried out, turning her head to the side. Her voice already sounded raw with need. With my fingers, I parted her folds. Her clit looked so ripe, swollen and glistening. It needed some attention.

  Carefully, gently, I took the small spoon and doled out some thick, syrupy honey directly onto her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her body tensing as I did it, at my mercy.

  Slowly, I leaned down and blew gently against her clit. She writhed in the sensation. Then, I brought my tongue to her and licked, swirled, savoring her like the most delicate, delicious dessert.

  “Ash!” she cried out, trembling, pulling at her restraints, already close to orgasm.

  I pulled away. “Not yet, baby. Wait. Can you do that for me?”

  “Uh!” she whimpered in protest, her thighs quivering.

  “It’s hard, I know.” I trailed my hand along her leg. “But I’ll make it worth it for you.”

  I’d intended to do more, play longer, but I’d had it. Pushing her to the limit had taken me to mine. We had the rest of the night and tomorrow for more, more delays, more testing limits. Right now, I needed to take her. I needed to sink into her deep and feel her come on my cock.

  I took off my jeans and rolled on a condom in seconds flat. She cried out at the sounds, knowing what I was doing, needing what was to come. I brought my hands to her thighs and gripped her, spreading her.

  “You taste so good. But I need more. Are you going to take me in?”

  “Yes,” she cried out, her voice wrenched from deep in her throat.

  “Are you thinking about it? How good it’s going to feel?”

  “Yes!” My cock twitched at the intense need in her voice.

  “You’re going to feel every inch of me. Tied down, blindfolded, you’re going to be aware of every thrust.” She moaned, tossing her head to the side, straining at her ties. “Are you ready?” I was a bastard, teasing her like this, especially when I needed her just as much if not more so than she needed me. But I had her bound and panting, so close to begging, lying right before me. How could a man turn that down?

  “Are you going to beg me for it?” I asked.

  “Yes, Ash, please.” She panted, eager, giving me exactly what I wanted.

  “What do you want?” I shifted closer, my cock now positioned just inches away from her dripping hole.

  “Your cock!” she cried out, desperate. “Please, I need your cock!”

  Digging my hands under her ass, I brought her sex up exactly where I wanted her. Then I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed, spread her, eased my thick crown into her quivering, drenched pussy. Then I stopped. She groaned in need.

  “Do you feel how wide I spread you?” I pushed my cock in farther, still just the tip. “I’m big, Ana. And you’re so tight.”

  “Ash,” she groaned, writing in frustration but unable to do anything about it. Without her hands bound, I knew she’d sink them into my hips and thrust herself up, impaling herself on my cock. But as it was, she couldn’t move. She had to wait for me to take charge.

  “You’re so slick, baby.” I started to move, just my crown, in and out, a few inches in and out. “So good. Are you ready for more?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  I meant to sink in bit by bit, but I couldn’t resist. So slick, so hot, her pussy squeezing around me, I sank all the way in to the hilt.

  “Uh!” she cried out, her mouth open, her fingers clawing at the bedposts as I stuffed her, filling her completely.

  “That’s it. Take me in.” I started to move, pulling out, thrusting back in. God, she felt so good. “Do you feel every inch of my cock in?”

  “Oh yes, yes!” She moaned and took me in as I sank into her again and again. I grabbed her ass and pushed her into me, spread her thighs even wider with my thick, muscular legs.

  “Take it.” I growled, picking up the pace, fucking her hard now, the slick sounds of us grinding together mingling with our groans and pants.

  “You want to come, baby?” I wouldn’t last long. I could tell. I needed her too much, and she felt too good, spread open for me like that.

  “Yes.” The word tore out of her mouth, broken, hoarse.

  “Oh, so good.” I praised her, fucking her, sinking into her again and again. I could feel my balls tense, the come in me ready to shoot out. “Now, Ana! Now! Come on my cock!”

  “Ah!” she screamed loud, as loud as a woman snowed in in a remote mountain cabin could. No fear of getting caught, all inhibitions gone, she screamed and came and screamed some more, her orgasm cresting and cresting again as she quivered and shuddered. The squeeze of her pussy and sounds of her ecstasy sent me over the edge as well and I came like a fucking firehose, pumping into her again and again. Knowing we had nothing but this in our plans for hours, even days to come.

  CHAPTER 4

  Ana

  Gently, Ash untied my restraints. I almost felt as if I were floating on the bed, removed from the scene. It had felt so intense to be bound by him, surrendering myself completely. It thrilled me in a way nothing else ever had. I’d always been so disengaged during sex, making my grocery shopping list or thinking over to-dos. With Ash, it had always been intense. And then when he’d tied me down and blocked my ability to see, my entire world had exploded.

  I’d felt every touch, every shiver so deeply, so raw. He gave me the freedom to let myself go, let him take the reins. I trusted him completely. That probably didn’t make sense, I recognized that as well. I hadn’t known him that long and he was, after all, a notorious Lothario. But with me, he’d always been a gentleman. Solicitous to my needs, caring for me. I didn’t hold him responsible for what had happened at that crazy after-party on New Year’s Eve. Sad to say, I’m sure he was right, that kind of thing happened all the time.

  Ash gathered me in his arms, holding me against his bare chest with tender care. I wrapped my hands around his neck and rested my head on his broad shoulder. Every way he touched me felt so good, from teasing to rough to strong and secure.

  He carried me into the master bathroom. “Can you stand?” he asked, easing me down out of his arms.

  I nodded, still leaning against him as I found my feet. I still felt disembodied but somehow lighter than air. And so glowing and relaxed, as if all that tension had crested in a huge tidal wave, leaving a smooth, glassy surface in its wake.

  Ash turned on the showerhead, letting steam fill the large, glass-enclosed shower.

  “Let me wash you.” He took my hand and led me in. “Let me take care of you, Ana.” He took a washcloth and some bath gel and slowly began working his way along my skin, starting with my shoulders.

  “Did anything hurt, while you were tied up?”

  I shook my head and murmured, “No.” I supposed I could feel embarrassed at the reference to what I’d let him do to me, but I didn’t. I felt completely at ease, letting Ash massage me. He
brought his hand to my wrists and slowly worked me, stroking where I’d been bound. He had tied me tight, but hadn’t left any marks on my skin.

  “Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he whispered. I smiled, too relaxed to say anything in response. My whole body felt so good. “I’m going to take good care of you, Anika.” He worked the washcloth along my stomach, around my breasts, down along my legs.

  That familiar ache and pull, the warmth in my core that Ash seemed to spark with the slightest touch, it all began again, even though moments ago I’d had the most intense orgasm of my life. He stood behind me and drew me to him, my back against his chest. With slow, soft strokes, he parted my thighs and brought the warm, wet washcloth to my sex. I rested my head back against his shoulder, giving myself to him.

  He cupped my breast and slowly stroked it in the steam of the shower. I closed my eyes, a relaxed purr in my throat.

  “Ana, I want you to listen to what I say.” He spoke in a low, hypnotic voice, his words and his hands mesmerizing me. “You may not be bound anymore. But you’re mine.” As he said mine, he grasped me, clutching my breast, cupping my sex. Feeling so claimed, possessed, I moaned and leaned against him. “Mine,” he repeated, back to stroking, loving me. “You’ve given yourself to me. Submitted to me. Do you like how that feels?”

  “Oh yes.” I exhaled as I said it, sighing into his hands. I almost felt as if I were half-dreaming, surrounded by the snow outside and the steam within, his nearness, his voice creating an alternate reality for us alone.

  Against my lower back, I could feel his arousal. His rock-hard shaft pressing into me. I couldn’t believe how huge he was, how deep it felt when he fucked me. I pressed my ass back against him, wanting to feel his masculinity. Together, we fit so well.

  In a shower like this, together, it reminded me of what we’d done in Paris. When I’d kneeled down and taken him in my mouth. That had nearly driven me as wild as it had driven him. I wanted to do it again.

  Slowly, feeling sneaky, I moved a roaming hand back to his thigh, his hip, back and up, seeking his length. I wanted to wrap my hand around him, feel his strength. Give him pleasure.