“I want you to look down and watch me touch you. But do not move. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I moaned my response, quiet, hushed, my attention rapt and fixed on his movements. He had long, dexterous fingers and he used them with the utmost skill, stroking, cupping, massaging. But he didn’t touch my nipples, my aching, peaked buds thrust up and begging for his attention. He must see how stiff they had become. He’d played with my nipples before so he knew what an erogenous zone they were for me, how his touch sent a direct, electric charge straight to my clit. But he didn’t touch them. He gave love and attention to every inch of my breasts but not my aching, throbbing, stiff nipples. Why? A whimper escaped my parted lips.
He growled down into my neck, grabbing my breast harder. I sucked in my breath. His claim on me felt so good. “Are you thinking about what you want, Ana?” He stroked, teased, circled, but did not touch where I needed him most. I nodded my head yes.
“You’re thinking about how good it feels when I touch your nipples, aren’t you? When I kiss.” He brought his lips to my shoulder and used his full, warm lips to kiss me there, reminding me how good it would feel. I moaned and shivered with need. “When I lick.” He licked me, long and slow, and I could feel how it would be on my sensitive, aching tips.
“When I suck.” Oh God, now he was sucking on my shoulder and I could feel my pussy tighten, a quivering, throbbing pleasure shooting up inside of me. In a low, wicked voice, he added, “When I bite.” He sank his teeth into my shoulder. I gasped and I swear I almost came, almost had an intense orgasm from the feel of that pain, imagining what sweet relief it would be if he sank his teeth into my nipple, right where it hurt, right where it would shoot such sensation, such pleasure directly to my sex.
He pulled back, took his hand off my breast, but still held me against him. He trailed one finger along my hip again, and I came down off the edge of my near-orgasm. Still panting, still throbbing, still without relief.
“Do you see how the mind is a powerful aphrodisiac? You almost came right from thinking about what you wanted me to do to you. Didn’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I admitted, still surprised myself how close he’d taken me. All from his suggestive words. And his denying me what I most wanted.
“There’s so much need in you, Ana. So tightly coiled.” He pressed his palm against my lower abdomen and I moaned, knowing he was right. He caressed my hips, my inner thighs. I parted for him, hoping he’d stroke me, wanting him to run his fingers along my slick slit. But he kept talking instead.
“I want to tap into that desire, Ana.”
“I think you have.” I had to laugh. Did the man think he hadn’t turned me on? He’d given me more orgasms in the past week than I may have had in my entire life. They were certainly more intense than any I’d ever had before. But wait, there was more?
“We’ve been enjoying each other, Ana. But there’s more. There’s so much more.”
I closed my eyes, wanting to believe it was true, but unable to imagine it. He already thrilled me so much. In the dark, he slid his hand along my hip and around my leg. Along the inside of my thigh, he stroked his rough fingers, parting my legs, making me moan.
“Does that feel good?” he asked in a low murmur.
“Mmmm.” My eyes still closed, I let the sensations cascade over me. I purred under his touch. I wanted to push back against him, wanted to reach my hand back and grasp his cock. I could feel him up against me, the long, masculine steel of him. He was so close.
But he’d told me not to move my hand, so I kept it on my upper thigh. It almost drove me crazy to not slide it back further. Inches away, I could grasp him in an instant. I knew he’d like it. He’d make that hiss of pleasure and I’d feel his thick shaft, the male length of him growing even harder in my hands.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” Ash asked. I bit back my frustration and a whimper sounded low in my throat.
“You want to wrap your hand around my cock. And you’re so good at it, Ana. You make me so hard.” He pressed his shaft against the soft flesh of my ass and I almost cried out in frustration. Why was he torturing me? Torturing us?
“How does it feel to hold back, Ana?” His breath hot on the nape of my neck, the question felt so intimate. There in the dark, just the two of us, I felt like I could be completely honest.
“Frustrating. Confusing. But…” I panted, fire licking up my thighs where he touched me, desire throbbing in my core. “I’m so turned on.”
“Yes.” He stroked me, finally up at my slit. With two of his long fingers, he drew them across my pussy. “I can feel you are.” I could tell I was dripping wet, the way he slid against me, so slick, so easy. That’s how it would be if he finally moved his cock against me, finally brought it to my entrance, finally entered me. So slick and hot and easy.
“You want, but you can’t have, Ana. Not yet. How does that make you feel?” He pressed against my swollen clit and I moaned, desperate for it. Filled with wanting. He began stroking me in a rhythm, still slow, but building, building. “Tell me how you feel, Ana.”
“Please, Ash,” I called out, not above begging. He knew exactly how to touch me to break down all my defenses.
“Some of this desire, Ana? It’s from wanting but being denied. Being so close but not able to get it.” I could feel his cock pressing into me and that was exactly it. His nearness, his need so close to my own but not released, not unleashed.
Suddenly he grasped my wrist and brought is up behind my back, pressed into the center. It didn’t hurt, but it surprised me and I gasped. The feel of it, how he held me, hard, twisting my arm up behind me.
“Now I’m controlling you, Anika. I’m restraining you, binding your arm back. Do you see how you’re more vulnerable now?”
I opened my eyes and saw it, how large he was behind me, how securely he had me fastened, how very naked I was and how erotic it looked as he forced me to arch my back into him, my breasts and aroused nipples thrust up into the air.
“How does it feel with me in control?”
I groaned at his words, but more from the feel of it. To be ensnared by him, trapped, at his mercy, in the dark. It got me, deep. A tense coil of desire unfurled within me, draining thought from my mind, leaving me panting with need.
“So slick, so wet for me, Ana.” His fingers found my sex once again, plunging in me deep, then slowly drawing against my clit. “Holding you here like this, I can play with you all I like. I decide how I want you, how long I take with you.”
“Ah,” I gasped, overwhelmed with the feel of it. He consumed every sense.
“That’s it, surrender. Surrender to how good it feels. Surrender to me.” His words spun a spell around me, entrancing my senses, leaving me unable to think, only to feel, to sense, to love every second of it.
“Let me control your pleasure, Ana,” he coaxed me, his wicked fingers stroking, thrusting. I felt so warm and liquid under his touch. “I want you to think about what you fantasize about when you touch yourself, Ana. Picture your most secret fantasies. The ones you surrender to when you’re alone in bed, late at night. The fantasies you feel guilty about having. The ones that are wrong.”
Oh, his words were so wicked, so sinful, wrapping themselves around me as his fingers stroked, parting me, plunging into me. How did he know I had dark fantasies? The kinds of things I only allowed myself to think about as I brought myself to orgasm, when I stroked myself late at night. I had never voiced them aloud. But I fantasized about being dominated, controlled, possessed. Bound.
“The next few days, we’re going to be trapped here in this cabin. Snowed in. It will be our private world, just the two of us. No one ever has to know what we do.”
I quivered at his words, my core liquid fire. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. My breath came fast.
“Give yourself to me, Anika.” His fingers stroked as his voice coated me in velvet seduction. “Surrender to me.”
I moaned, close to co
ming, close to overflowing with his stroking, his coaxing.
“It will be our secret, Ana. Let me possess you, bind you, control you the way no one ever has. Let me release the pleasure in you. More than you’d ever dreamed.
“Yes, Ash!” I cried out, wanting every word he said, craving him, all of it.
“You have to trust me, Ana. Give yourself over to me. Give me total control. Can you do that? Can you let yourself be completely vulnerable?”