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  “OK, your turn.”

  “What?” She looked up at me.

  “Your turn to tell me something no one knows.”

  “Hmmm.” She brought her hand to her chin. “OK. But it’s not really as dramatic as yours.”

  “That’s all right.”

  “It’s pretty nerdy.” She hesitated.

  “I just explained to you that deep down I’m a huge nerd.”

  “Well,” she began hesitantly. “When I was in high school, I used to lie to my parents.”

  “That’s unacceptable,” I teased her, shaking my head.

  “Ash.” She swatted my knee.

  “No, I’m sorry,” I continued. “Everyone has their limit and that’s mine, lying to your parents. You just crossed it.”

  “OK, shut up.”

  “All right.” I happily agreed.

  “So, Wednesday afternoons in high school I would tell them I was going to this literature club at school.”

  “Yup, sounds believable.”

  “I said we read Russian classics. Tolstoy, Lermontov, Dostoevsky.”

  “But you weren’t really doing that, were you?” I had a feeling I might like this story. Naughty Anika.

  “No, I wasn’t.”

  “Are you blushing?” I twisted and leaned forward to look at her face. It was hard to tell in the warm water of the tub, but she looked flushed.

  “Maybe,” she consented.

  “I’m so intrigued. What did naughty teenage Anika do when she told her parents she was reading Russian literature? Smoking in the girls’ room?”

  “No.”

  “Trying on slutty clothes at your slutty girlfriend’s house? And sometimes, when it was just the two of you—”

  “Sorry, Ash,” she cut me off. “No girl-on-girl action in this story.”

  “Damn it.”

  She laughed. I loved how her breasts jiggled when she did it. I felt my cock stir, so I shifted to the side. I wanted to hear her story.

  “Don’t tell me you had a secret boyfriend who took you riding on his motorcycle?” I asked, not liking the idea one bit.

  “No.”

  “Good. I’d have to beat the crap out of him.”

  “I was too scared of those kinds of guys.”

  “Until you dated me and completely wrapped me around your little finger.” I picked her hand up out of the water and kissed her pinky. Then her palm. But, wait, I wanted to hear her story. “So what were you doing instead of literature club?”

  “Right, so,” She shook her head, as if my kisses had distracted and clouded her thinking as well. I loved how easily we revved each other up, so quick to spark. “I told my parents I was reading great literary works from our Russian heritage. But really I’d sneak to the town library and go down to the basement and read romance novels.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I’d even wear a baseball cap when I snuck into the library so no one would know it was me.”

  “Did that work?”

  “No, I’m totally sure the librarians knew it was me. I was there every Wednesday and we had a town of a few thousand total. But it added to the clandestine drama.”

  “I don’t know what clandestine means.”

  “Secret. Hidden.”

  “Right.”

  “Oh, Ash, it’s such a gorgeous library. It’s the fourth oldest in the state of New York!” Man, I had fallen for such a nerd, and I loved it so much.

  “Let me get this straight,” I said. “You lied that you were in a book club so you could go read books.”

  “Yeah, but not good books. Trashy books.”

  “You’re so naughty,” I whispered down into her ear. “Tell me about these kinds of books you liked.”

  “I liked naughty kinds.” She laughed, sounding slightly nervous.

  “Hmm. Now I like this story more.”

  “I loved historical romances with pirates and warriors.”

  “Shirtless pirates and warriors,” I confirmed, thinking of the classic dime store romance novels I’d seen growing up. I pictured that long-haired model on the cover. Was his name Fabio?

  “Absolutely. You wouldn’t put a shirt on these men. It would be a crime.”

  “I don’t wear shirts.” What, was I feeling jealous of romance novel heroes?

  “I know.” She trailed her hands along my arms, up circling my biceps. I gave her a little flex.

  “Going shirtless is like my public service.”

  She laughed, wiggling that ass of hers back into my groin. “You’re so arrogant.”

  “Yes I am,” I agreed.

  “You are so crazy hot, though,” she continued. I liked that. She wound her fingers up and down my arms, tracing my corded muscles, my tattoos. There was no shifting away my erection now, it pressed hard and large against her lower back.

  I brought my hands down into the warm water and found her breasts, cupping them gently in my palms. She caught her breath, her fingers pressing into my skin.

  Gently, I massaged her breasts in my hands, the water lapping at their sides. Her nipples grew erect as I caressed her, points up stiff and urgent for my attention.

  “Do you see how hot it is between us?” I whispered into her ear, both of us watching my hands on her breasts, her instant response. She felt so good under my fingers, slippery in the water, and she moaned softly.

  I dropped my hand to her hip, the one I’d noticed earlier that I’d bruised. With a careful, loving touch, I caressed her on the spot. “I saw I bruised you here.”

  As I touched her bruise, I kept one of her breasts in my hand, kneading, cupping, massaging it up out of the water. I could tell she was becoming aroused not just from my touch, but from watching me touch her. She liked to watch. That gave me ideas, all kinds of ideas.

  I brushed my fingertips against her bruised hip. “Are you in pain?” As I asked, I brought my other fingers to her peaked point, grasping her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a light squeeze. She drew in her breath, arching her back up, pressing her breast more fully into my hand.

  “You gripped me there tight.” Her voice sounded husky, breathy.

  “I did grip you tight.” I kept grazing the spot on her hip, light yet reminding her where I’d held her. I teased her nipple, light still there as well. “I grabbed onto your hip hard while I fucked you.”

  A soft moan escaped her and she licked her slightly parted lips. She pressed her ass back into my groin, working against my throbbing shaft.

  Dipping my mouth to her ear, I asked her low, “How did it feel, Ana? All bound up?”

  “So good,” she moaned, louder now, wanting to tell me.

  “You like a little pain?” I asked, taking her ripe, stiff nipple harder now between my fingers and giving it a nice, firm twist.

  “Ah!” she cried out, thrusting her head back against my chest, arching her tit into my hand. Oh, she liked a little bit of pain all right.

  “How about this here?” I placed my hand on her hip, right where I’d bruised her. I’d marked her when I’d claimed what was mine. “Did this feel good?”

  “Yes, I…” She stammered and faltered, then found what she wanted to say. “I liked it. I liked that you bruised me. Like you were marking me.”

  With a growl, I ducked my head down to her throat to lick and suck. I used my teeth, marking her, my woman, mine to claim. “You belong to me.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, pressing her ass back into my cock, working it along my shaft.

  And she thought she was going to say goodbye to me in a week? I’d see what I could do about that.

  “There’s something I’ve noticed about you, Ana.” I let my voice caress her as my hands did, roaming up and down her body, stopping to cup her breasts. I could feel and hear her breath hitch as she watched my fingers encircle her mounds, sliding along her skin, circling her nipples. “I’ve noticed that you like to watch.”

  I pinched her nipples and she rewarded me with a deep moan, the moan of
a woman coming undone in my hands. All secrets revealed, all fantasies laid bare.

  “Do you like to watch, Ana? Does that make you hot?” She didn’t answer. She turned her face to the side, eyes closed, one last shred of embarrassment holding her back.

  “Oh, you’d better answer me. And tell the truth. Or else I won’t let you watch everything I’m about to do to you.”

  With a gasp, she opened her eyes and answered me. “Yes,” she confessed. “I like to watch.”

  “You like to see my hands on you?” I circled and swirled my hands, my touch growing more insistent, more probing.

  “Yes,” she confessed, her breathing growing more jagged.

  “And do you like to see your response?” I held her nipples in my fingers once more, waiting, waiting on her confession.

  “Yes!” The cry tore from her throat as I bore down, pinching her stiff little tips hard.

  “Good girl,” I murmured in her ear. “I like it when you confess it all to me.” I snaked a hand down her flat stomach, down, down to her aching sex. “You have to be sore here, Ana, from how hard I fucked you yesterday.” I dipped a finger down into her folds. Even in the warm bath water, I could feel her slickness, her private wetness there for me.

  “Are you sore?” I asked as I began to tease her, rubbing against her clit, along her slit.

  “Yes,” she agreed, moving her hips in sync with my hand, wanting more friction, more contact.

  “Should I leave you be, Ana? Do you need to rest? Or do you want to play some more?” With the word play, I pressed down against her clit, feeling her swollen, hot bud.

  “Oh!” She moaned, pushing her mound into my hand. “Ash,” she cried out, already worked up and ready for me. So good, my Ana.

  “I think you want to play some more,” I continued, starting to thrust my finger into her, hitting against her clit each time. “And this time I think you want to watch it all. And we’ll see how well you do. If you do very well, I may fuck you again. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Ash!” she cried out. But that wouldn’t do. That wasn’t good enough. I wanted a full confession from my girl, a complete admission of exactly what she needed.

  “You need to tell me if you want it,” I teased her, removing my hand from her sex as punishment. But I brought it back up to her tits, cupping them up out of the water for us both to see. “Tell me,” I commanded, bringing my fingers over her nipples.

  “Please, Ash,” she begged me, aching for me. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

  “Good girl.” I praised her, giving her nipples a good, hard pinch between my thick fingers. Her gasp, twisting under my palms, got me so hard I nearly took her right there in the tub. I wanted to ram straight up inside of her. And it would feel so good, there in the warm water. She’d jam her round ass down into me and work with me so I could fuck her hard there in the tub. I could even grab her on the hip right where I’d marked her last night.

  But, no. I needed to do this right. I didn’t know what the future held between us. I’d do everything in my power to keep Ana in my life. But there was always the chance she still might choose to walk away. So I had to take full advantage of our time together in this cabin, snowed in, no choice but to be stuck together in our private, secret world.

  Who knew when I might next get the opportunity to tie her up and fuck her senseless? No time like the present. I carried her out of the bath, dried her off, then led her into the master bedroom where I could execute my plans. Completely naked, pink from the bath, Ana stood before me, her breath coming fast and nervous.

  “Arms up above your head, wrists crossed,” I ordered her. She liked it when I did. Her eyes widened and those gorgeous points, her tender, sensitive nipples, hardened in response. Such a natural sub.

  She drew her arms up overhead. I took a strand of cloth and bound them together, then drew a chair over. I stood on it and looped the top of the cloth through a bracket in the ceiling. It was true, my band mates and I had had the bracket installed when we’d purchased the cabin. That and a few other upgrades. No one even batted an eye when a rock band asked for kinky shit. It was almost expected with the territory.

  It was the first time I’d used it, though. I made sure it was exactly the right length, stretching her long, gorgeous arms up and over her head but not pulling her so tight it hurt. She could still stand on her feet, though just barely. She had to strain a bit, keep her arms straight and taut or move up on the balls of her feet. I needed her to work a little bit for it.

  And best of all, I needed her to watch herself. After I tied her tight, I stood behind her and faced her forward. Right where she could look into the wall of mirrors along the outside of the long master closet.

  “Take a good look at yourself,” I commanded her, trailing my fingers along her outstretched arms. “Do you see how good you look like this?”

  Her breath started coming faster as she grew more turned on. She liked the sight of herself bound, tied there for me.

  “I can do what I like with you, Ana.” I reached down and drew circles around her breasts. Then I trailed a lazy hand down my stomach. “Part your legs for me.”

  She drew them apart as much as she could, needing to stand on tiptoes to do it well.

  “Nice,” I praised her, stroking her quivering flanks as she strained to keep her position. “I like how hard you’re working to please me.”

  She moaned softly between her parted lips. “I think we need another light on, don’t you?” I left her for a moment to flick on yet another light, this one illuminating her more directly. She bit her lip and looked down and away, seeming to feel ashamed by the exposure.

  Swiftly, I went to stand behind her again and caught her chin in my hand.

  “Ana, you watch everything I do to you. Do you understand me?” She nodded her head, wide-eyed, still held firmly in my grasp.

  “I have a lot planned,” I told her. “And I want you to watch every second of it.”

  CHAPTER 6

  Ana

  In the mirror, my hands were bound above my head. Ash stretched me up, my arms twisted over me. My ribs stuck out with the effort, and my stomach lifted and sank with my pants.

  I’d never seen anything so erotic. Ash stood behind me, his larger frame dark and powerful, shadowed behind mine. He’d turned the light on directly over my head. Nowhere to hide, he could see everything. He could see every pant, the detail of my peaked nipples, the glistening, slick heat building between my thighs. I stood now with my legs closed, clenched, enjoying the throb in my pussy. But I had a feeling my legs wouldn’t be together for long. Sooner rather than later, Ash would command me to part them. And I’d love it.

  Ash trailed a finger along the curve of my waist. “I love seeing you watch yourself. You’re very visual.” I followed the path of his fingers, feeling them tingle along my skin, mesmerized by the thick, calloused feel of them. He had such expressive hands, hands that played piano and guitar and my body was no different. He treated it like an exquisite instrument that he’d been born to play. And he was a master artist.

  “Watch in the mirror,” he instructed me. I looked up, but still watched his hands, snaking their way along my outstretched, naked skin, heating me up, making me quiver. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”

  His voice in my ear, his breath along my neck, I shivered under his attentions. He did make me feel beautiful in a way I’d never experienced before. I’d always felt somewhat average, grateful I mostly seemed to pass under the radar. I didn’t have anything about me that garnered too much attention, either negative or positive, and that seemed about right for my temperament. In high school, I’d seen kids get so mean with some unfortunate girls. And the opposite didn’t really appeal, either, the girls strutting around, relentlessly pursued by aggressive jocks. They seemed to thrive off of it, but I would have hated the pressure, the spotlight.

  But here, it was just me and Ash. Here, he could be as aggressive as he wanted. He could pursue me wit
h as much passion as he dared and I’d thrill to it all. Here, it wasn’t a show. It was just him and me and I didn’t have to feel afraid. I knew whatever he had in store for me would be new, but I just as certainly knew he’d take care of me. And I’d love it.

  “Watch how you respond to me.” Ash stood behind me, his broad, warm chest against my back. Slowly, he brought his large hands under the mounds of my breasts and cupped them, full and warm. Not rough, just owning me. A sigh broke from my lips as I watched him grasp me, thrusting my tits up and out, massaging them.

  “I love touching you, Ana,” he said as he continued to play with me, showing me how erotic he found me. “You’re perfect. And do you see how you respond?” He held my breasts in his hands. As I watched in the mirror, he slowly swiped his thick, calloused thumbs across the sensitive tips of my nipples.

  “Oh!” I cried out, pulling my wrists against my restraints. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable tied like that and the sensations he brought out in me were so intense. I couldn’t get away.

  “Watch!” he commanded and I realized I’d closed my eyes in the onslaught of desire. I opened them again and watched as he circled my nipples, drawing his fingers lightly along the edges of my dark pink buds. Then he drew his thick fingers together over my sensitive tips. “It’s like you’re made for me Ana. Watch,” he ordered me again, low and gruff, and then he pinched his fingers together, hard.

  My mouth opened wide as I gasped and felt an electric shock of lust burst through my throbbing, swollen clit. It was hard to keep my eyes open, but it turned me on even more to fight through it, follow his command, watch him play with me as he liked. And watch my response. He was right. We were a perfect fit. I got so turned on from his every touch.

  He stepped back. “Now let’s take a look. Are you wet for me, Ana? Spread your legs.”

  Whimpering slightly, I slowly moved my legs apart a little. It made no sense, I knew I’d shown Ash everything, but I still felt a twinge of embarrassment. It still seemed naughty to me to enjoy this so much. That I should be so turned on by being tied up and owned, possessed by this rough, demanding man. Parting my legs and allowing him access would only expose me further, show him how much I loved it.