Undone, Volume 3 (7 page)

“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.

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.

“Uh-uh.” Ash caught
my wrist in a firm grasp, scolding me. “I’m in control here.”

A thrill stole through
me, my core heating at his words. I couldn’t have explained why,
but he tapped into something deep when he did that. Some primal urge
within me to be dominated and serve him.

“You might need
another lesson in what it means to submit.” His words snarled in my
ear and my nipples hardened at his suggestion. With anyone else, I’d
want to knee them in the balls. With Ash, I wanted to cup and lick
his balls, his cock, and suck down all of his come.

He turned off the water
and led me out of the shower. He led me over to the door and swiftly
swung it shut. On the back hung a bathrobe with a belt threaded
through the loops.

“Take out the belt,”
he said, releasing my hand.

I looked at him,
unsure, but then stepped forward and did as he asked, taking out the
terrycloth belt.

“Hand it to me. And
turn around,” he commanded. I placed it in his outstretched palm,
my fingers shaking slightly with anticipation.

“Put your hands
behind your back.” He spoke roughly and I did as he asked, turned
my back to him and bringing my hands behind me. He grasped my wrists
and bound them with the tie from the robe. I knew what we were doing,
that we were just playing around, but damn if I didn’t get wet from
his domineering touch. It felt so hot and naughty, so rough and
demanding.

Once my wrists were
bound tight, he spun me around by my shoulders. “Now kneel.” He
pointed to the small rug by the door.

My breath already
coming in small pants, I slowly kneeled on the rug. Logically, I knew
the whole point of this was to build up my arousal, but that didn’t
stop me from feeling shy about how turned on I was. It wasn’t what
good girls did, liking it when a man tied them up and made them kneel
before them. But I loved it and my pussy already throbbed, slick and
needy. I struggled, my inherent shyness still shocked at this new
side of me, this wonton slut who got wet from serving. I’d never
met her before, not in real life at least. Only in my late night
fantasies.

“That’s it,” Ash
praised me as I kneeled, naked, hands tied behind my back, my fingers
brushing my ass. The way he had me bound, it forced my tits out,
arching my back for him. I felt so exposed, sitting there, and
already so slippery with arousal.

He took a step toward
me, completely naked still from the shower. He looked so huge and
powerful and male, muscles cording his thighs, rippling across his
abdomen. And his cock. It was exactly at eye level, or even better,
right at my mouth, and it stood out so hard and thick. I knew he’d
just exploded not even an hour ago and yet here he was, ready to go
again, so virile.

“You look so
beautiful like this, Ana.” He brought a hand to my head, slicking
back my wet hair. I leaned into his touch, loving his caress, his
admiration.

“I want you to see
yourself,” he told me. “Look in the mirror.”

Next to us was a
full-length mirror. I did as he instructed, looking into our
reflection, and it nearly took my breath away. The way I kneeled at
his feet, my hands bound behind me, his hand at the back of my head,
his cock standing out so huge and hard. I’d never seen anything so
erotic. He embodied power, his tattoos winding up and down his
muscles. A pearl of precome formed at the wide crown of his cock, his
shaft thrusting up, demanding attention.

“Take me in your
mouth.” His voice sounded deep and gravelly with need. Shy, I
started with just the tip of my tongue, licking up from the bottom of
his shaft. It was strange not being able to use my hands at all, but
it felt so good, made me so wet. He groaned as I licked more, using
my whole tongue to swirl and slick his length.