“Yes,” I moaned, squeezing my breast, frantically working my pussy. Every time he told me not to come, that I couldn’t come, it made me want to come so bad I wanted to beg and plead.
“But Ash,” I whined. “Ash, I need—”
“Say it. Tell me when you come.”
“I come when you tell me.” I panted, so close, so fucking close.
“Now pinch your nipple!” he commanded. I did as I was told and the sensation gave me even more intense pleasure than I swear I’d felt with every orgasm I’d had before Ash. But I didn’t come. Not yet.
My eyes opened wide at the pleasure and the exertion, the difficulty of holding back. Lust coiled low and tight in my belly.
“That’s it,” Ash praised me, his hands still spreading my thighs open, a firm grasp on me. “Hold back for me. Good girl. Now, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I want you to touch yourself while you listen.”
I moaned and began stroking myself again, knowing I wouldn’t be able to process much. I was such a quivering mass of need.
“Up until now, I’ve used a condom. I always use a condom. But I’m clean. I was tested last month and I’ve had no partner since then but you.”
I looked into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. “I’m protected,” I heard myself saying. “I have a ring. And I’m clean.”
“Do you know what that means, Ana?” Ash growled. “I can go bare with you.” I sank my head back, my eyes closing once again in pure pleasure. I couldn’t imagine how good that would feel.
“I’ve never done that before,” Ash confessed, his voice deep and sexy. “You’ll be my first. Do you think you’d like that? I’d slide into you slow at first so we can both feel it. Like this.”
He took one of his thick, long fingers and pressed it against my hole. Then, slowly, so slick from my aroused juices, he slid into me. And kept sliding in deep. I sucked in my breath, my eyes rolling back into my head. It felt so fucking good. I clutched at the cold marble with my free hand, my other still grasping my breast.
“Will you like feeling me fuck you, Ana? My cock deep inside you, nothing between us?”
“Yes!” I moaned, frantic, bucking against his finger.
“I’ll start slow. But then I’ll fuck you.” He began to fuck me with his finger and all I could think about was his cock, his thick, huge cock and how soon I’d be able to feel every inch of him inside of me. “I’ll fuck you so good. And I’ll come so hard in you, dump all my come up inside of you.”
“Uh, uh.” I started clawing at the marble, thrusting my hips into his hand wildly. I was going to come. I couldn’t stop it. I was going to come from the thought of him coming inside of me.
“No.” Ash grabbed my hands and trapped them up next to my head on either side. He pinned me down and held me there hard. “No coming until I say,” he commanded. “Not until you come on my cock.”
Panting, moaning like a wild animal, I wanted to claw at him, bite him, come and come again. He devoured it, feasting on watching me struggle. He’d brought me so close to the edge.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asked in a quiet, controlled voice.
“Yes,” I whined, sounding pathetic I knew it, pleading with him. I’d do anything he liked.
Then he grinned at me, wicked. “This is just how I like you, Ana. Incoherent, begging me. I’m going to keep you like this all night.”
CHAPTER 5
Ash
You’d think I’d be better with words. I wrote songs for a living, after all. But it wasn’t the lyrics that I created, it was the music. My lyrics were kind of stupid, if I had to be honest. Or a better way of describing them might be basic. Fifth-grade-level.
One of my hits was “I’m Outta” as in “I’m Outta Here.” That was about as sophisticated as my lyrics got.
If I were good with words, I’d try telling Ana what she meant to me. Seeing her stripped completely naked in the kitchen, bent over and quivering for my touch. I’d played a lot of games with a lot of women, but not one of them had gotten to me anywhere near like Ana was.
She was so sweet, so trusting, so raw and real. She hid nothing from me. I sensed she couldn’t even if she wanted to. She wasn’t playing games, trying to seduce me and turn me on with her sexiness. She was being herself, completely honest in her responses, and as a result I was completely out of my mind for her.
She had me so rock hard I could barely walk as I led her into the bedroom. My cock throbbed so stiff in my jeans it nearly felt painful. You’d think I hadn’t already come twice that day, buried deep in her pussy then down her throat. Fuck, the thought of that sent another deep pulse of blood straight to my cock, swelling it more against the denim.
Ana might technically be submitting to my dominance, but it was me that she owned. I had no idea if she knew it. If I thought about it, really let myself consider what that meant, it would scare the shit out of me.
So I didn’t think. I did what I did best. It wasn’t fancy words, or drawn-out rational thought processes. What I did best was with my hands, my body. Expressing myself physically.
Standing by the bed, I brought my hand to the back of Ana’s neck. She tilted back into my touch, her neck outstretched, her lovely eyes half-closed in desire. I reached down and took her lips with my own. So sweet, such a succulent fruit. I licked and sucked, relishing her taste.
My hands drifted down her body, so warm, so pliant, so supple. Her slim waist, her soft creamy buttocks still pink and hot from her spanking. She’d taken every last smack from my large rough palm, and it had made her so wet. I couldn’t imagine a body more perfect, more welcoming. All I wanted was to sink into her.
Licking along her throat, her soft, sensitive skin, I murmured, “How are you feeling?”
“Mmmmm,” she managed, wrapping her hands around my shoulders. I knew her ass had to sting. I’d given her a firm spanking. And she’d loved every fucking second of it. I’d known that she would. The palm of my hand had been itching for her plush ass from the second I met her, all the more because I’d figured she’d have no idea she’d love it so much. I got to be the one to introduce it to her, the pleasure of submission.
“Are you ready for more?” I turned her around and drew her body along the length of my own, her back to my front. Pressing my hands to her hips, I thrust my hips into her low back, lettin
g her feel the full length of my thick, full shaft. A groan broke from her lips, like the one she’d given back in the kitchen. When I’d told her I could go bare in her, skin to skin. Like I was going to do to her now.
“Can you take more, baby?” Teasing, light, I brushed my fingertips along her skin. Every inch of her was so alive to my touch, awake at the slightest feather. She trembled, her breath coming in short pants. “I’d like to tie you up again. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she panted, no hesitation.
“Would you like me to tie you up? Would you like me to bind you and then fuck you?” I asked, my voice husky and low. I loved feeling her response to this, the deep thrill of her discovering her secret tendencies. Thank God for snowstorms. There in that cabin, cut off from the world, Ana could let go of all of her inhibitions. She didn’t have to worry at all about being a good girl. She could show me just how naughty she wanted to get.
“Yes,” she moaned, swaying back into me as my hand found her breasts. So full, so lovely and round on her slender frame. I couldn’t wait to sink into her, deep, but I wanted to take my time. Make it good for her. See what I could do about heightening the sensation of getting properly fucked, bare, for the first time.
“Lie down, near the edge here.” I patted the bed, speaking gently to her. I wanted her to know that though I was going to tie her up and fuck her like an animal, I wasn’t after causing her pain. This was all for her pleasure.
She moved languidly, spellbound by desire. Bringing my hand to her upper back, I guided her down to the bed. The feel of her surrendering under my hand, letting me push her down before me gave me an even stronger charge. I needed to bury myself in her, hear her screams, feel her coming around my cock. But first, she needed to be bound.
In the closet, I withdrew the scarlet silk ties I’d used that morning. They seemed to do nicely, holding her tight without causing any real discomfort. I slid one around her wrist, caressing her skin.