Undone, Volume 3 (8 page)

“Yes, so good. Look
at yourself, Ana.” I kept licking as I looked at our reflection. A
hot gush of arousal flooded my sex at the sight, my servicing him.
Our eyes met in the mirror, his heavy-lidded and predatory as he
spread his fingers along the back of my head, guiding my mouth along
his cock.

“Mmm,” I moaned
onto his cock as I traveled slowly, savoring his masculine feel, up
to his thick tip and then down again to the sensitive underside of
his cock under the head.

“Now open your mouth
and suck me,” he commanded.

“Oh!” A sigh of
arousal escaped my lips as I parted them obediently. My mouth slid
down his tip, taking in the full width of his crown. He was so thick,
so wide, and I had to work to open wide. I looked up at him lovingly.
His cock jerked in my mouth in response as his eyes met mine.

“Ana, you’re so
good,” he murmured. Then I started sucking, using my saliva and his
precome to keep it slick, taking him in deeper and deeper. His cock
was so amazing, so huge and thick. For a second I felt right at the
point of gagging, but I closed my eyes and was able to relax my
throat.

He groaned deeply in
response as I took him all the way in to the hilt. “Fuck, Ana,”
he growled, gripping my hair in his fist. I started to work him,
sucking him down, in and out, my saliva wet and slick along his
length.

“Look how sexy you
are,” he ordered. In the mirror, out of the corner of my eye I
could see my head bob up and down as I sucked his huge cock. I could
see the evidence of my arousal, my nipples standing out hard and
pebbled from the stimulation of serving him. His breathing grew
heavier as he watched me work.

“I’m never letting
you go, Ana,” he growled, fisting my hair so hard it almost hurt,
but I relished it. I never wanted him to let me go. “You’re
mine.”

My sex clenched in
response, answering his declaration. I was his. And he was mine, mine
to suck and savor until he nearly lost his mind. I wanted to drive
him wild. I wished I could use my hands to cup and caress him, but
they were bound behind my back, so I just had to suck as hard and wet
and deep as I possibly could.

He began to buck his
hips into my mouth, keeping me steady with his hand at the back of my
head. It was hard to accommodate his need, but I wanted to so badly
that I made it happen. I sucked and swirled my tongue hard around the
underside of his crown. He groaned and I sucked harder, moaning with
erotic pleasure to have him so deep down my throat. It satisfied
something dark and secret in me, that fantasy place in my mind and
body where I wanted to serve. I wanted to bring deep pleasure to a
man. My man. The man I trusted enough to give myself to completely.

“Uh!” Ash threw
back his head, his eyes closed. “I’m gonna come.” My pussy
quivered in response, linked intimately to his pleasure. I took him
in deep, sucking hard, wanting him to know I needed him to come down
my throat. I needed to suck down everything he gave me, swallowing
every last drop.

He groaned and with his
free hand he grabbed onto my breast, holding me there hard. I felt so
possessed, so commanded and it sent a thrill down my spine. His shaft
pulsed and I tasted precome at his tip. Then, with a ferocious roar,
he exploded deep down my throat. A rush of arousal consumed me as I
sucked, milking every thrust from him, sucking and swallowing the
masculine taste of him.

Slowly, I eased up,
relishing his last shudder. Gently, I slid my lips down his sensitive
shaft, warm and wet. Releasing him at last, I sat back on my heels
and looked up at him with a smile, licking my lips to get every last
drop of his come. He tasted so good.

“Christ, Ana. Are you
trying to kill me?” He sank down onto the side of the tub, dropping
his head into his hands.

“Shakespeare used ‘to
die’ as a euphemism for coming.” You could take the librarian out
of the library, but apparently even bound and naked she still spouted
academic facts.

“Yeah. I’ve heard
about that guy.” Ash nodded. “Come here.” He looked up at me,
shaking his head. He reached out his hand and helped me up, then
turned me around and gently untied my wrists. He pulled me down onto
his lap.

“Do you have any idea
how fucking sexy you are?” he asked, burrowing his face in my neck.
He drew me close, his hand to my hip, my thigh, up to my sex. “Wet,”
he exhaled as he swept his fingers along my slick slit. “You’re
wet from sucking me.”

His body grew tense
again as he felt me, his bicep flexing, his broad chest hard as I
leaned against him. I spread my legs a bit so he could really feel
me, see how wet I’d become from sucking his cock. I’d loved it.

He thrust a finger up
inside of me and I moaned, closing my eyes. I felt both so relaxed
and so turned on with him, open to whatever he had planned. I’d
never played like this before, but it made me feel so good.

He groaned, slowly
pushing his finger up inside of me, studying my reaction, then
withdrawing. “I could play with you every second of every day.”
In he plunged again and I moaned and pushed down on his hand, wanting
more of him up inside of me. Wanting to feel sated. He kept feeding
my hunger.

“But you need to
eat.” He withdrew his finger from me.

Pouting, I said, “But
I just ate.” I licked my lips, still tasting him on my tongue.

“And I’ll happily
feed you that again. But I think you need more food. Let me fix you
something. You should rest.”

He stood and led me to
the bed. I followed him, languid, so warm and fluid.

“Why don’t you take
a nap while I make something for you?”

“A nap?”

“I’ve got a lot
more planned for you, Anika. You need your rest.”

Giving him a shy smile,
I slid into the bed. My head sank to the pillow and he drew the
covers up over me. Aroused and warm and sleepy, I nestled into the
softness. I hadn’t realized it, but I was tired. It would feel good
to nod off for a few minutes.

When I woke up,
something smelled amazing. And I could hear Ash playing piano. That
song we’d been working on together over the past couple of weeks,
the haunting melody we kept elaborating on, elongating. I drew a
blanket around me, still completely naked, and padded out to the
piano.

He was lost in the
music, eyes closed, playing as the storm raged behind him through the
windows. It was hard to believe it was still snowing. We must be
getting two feet of snow. I wanted it to keep snowing forever so we
never had to leave. Time with Ash was too delicious, too precious. I
didn’t want to share him with anyone else.

When I sat down by his
side, he opened his eyes and smiled at me, but didn’t stop playing.
I joined in. I had to, the music called to me, even as the blanket
dropped down along my waist. I didn’t care if I was naked. I wanted
Ash to see everything, know me completely. And I wanted the same with
him.

We played together,
revisiting the familiar chords, creating new ones. It was a haunting
tune, one that stayed with you. I didn’t know how it fit with the
kind of music The Blacklist typically made, but I knew he had to turn
it into a song. It was clearly coming straight from his heart.

It felt so good to play
with him, so free. All those years of practicing with a metronome,
trying to make my fingers follow the notes as faithfully as possible,
taking what others had written and trying to live up to other
people’s standards. Now, with Ash, I could let the music flow
through me.

He stopped playing at
some point, I wasn’t sure when, but I kept going, feeling the way
the tune should flow. It should grow deeper with more angst, then
work toward a final resolution so sweet I could feel a tear at the
corner of my eye. Then I felt Ash’s warm lips up at my cheek.

“That’s so
gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing my jaw, my neck.

“I love this song
you’ve written.” My fingers came off the keys to wind around his
neck.

“I think that song’s
yours now. You just came up with exactly how it should end. I’ve
been trying to figure that out for a while. But you did it.” He
drew his fingers through my hair, then buried his face in it. “I
love your hair. Never wear it up ever again.”

I laughed. “There’s
a lot of it.” Hairdressers had tended to be the ones who had
commented on my hair in the past, usually with a note of fatigue as
they worked to cut it all.

“I want to take a
bath in it.”

“That’s weird.” I
laughed, but I knew what he meant. It didn’t make sense, but I
couldn’t get enough of him, either.

“I made you dinner.”

“It smells amazing.”

“Chicken parm.”

I pulled away. “While
I was in there sleeping you were in the kitchen cooking me chicken
parmesan?”

“I heated it up. Come
on, let me show you.” Ash stood and gave me a moment to pull the
blanket up around my shoulders. Then I took his hand and he led me
into the kitchen.

“That does not look
like a frozen dinner,” I observed. A gorgeous chicken parm with
pasta graced a countertop, looking all too good to even share with
Ash.

“Do not call this a
frozen dinner,” Ash chastised me. “It’s from a place in L.A.
It’s a pre-made gourmet meal.”

“Oh, excuse me.” I
rolled my eyes. But then I sat down, helped myself to a serving and
took a bite. Then I understood, this could never be confused with the
type of Swanson aka Hungry Man heat-up tray version. Ash poured me
some red wine and it was a few minutes before either of us spoke.

“Wow,” I finally
said, licking my fork. “That was amazing.”

Ash looked at me, a
flicker of hunger still in his eyes even after the amazing dinner.
“It’s good to see you enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks.” I looked
at him, a bit of nervousness building in me. I could tell he had
something on his mind.

“You look really
comfortable.” I sat up a little straighter. “The only problem is
that blanket.”

I looked down and
noticed I still had the blanket draped around me. Folded and wrapped,
I barely showed any skin even though underneath it I wore nothing.

“Take it off.”
Ash’s eyes flashed as he looked at me, a flicker building in him.

“The blanket?” I
asked, teasing him. “This blanket?” I fingered the edge, the one
draped along the outside of my breast.

“Off,” he growled.

“But then I’ll be
naked.” Opening my eyes wide, I looked at him as if shocked. “I
couldn’t do that!”

“No?” he asked,
cocking his head to the side.

“Oh no.” I shook my
head.

“Stand up.” Now he
looked a little pissed. Shaking slightly with anticipation, I did as
he told me. “Now drop it.”

I let my hands fall to
the side, letting the blanket ease down off my shoulders. It fell to
a pool at my feet, exposing all of me.

Ash walked toward me,
stopping a few feet away. He circled me in the kitchen, surveying my
nudity from all angles. I felt like I was being stalked, vulnerable,
and I trembled. He could take a teasing moment and turn it into
tension in the blink of an eye. He had a wild look in his eyes.

Standing in front of
me, he cupped my chin in his hand. “You like to tease me,” he
said, looking into my eyes.

“Yes,” I agreed,
breathless.

“But that’s
naughty.” I don’t know why my breath caught at the word naughty,
but it did. It seemed so taboo. “Do you know what happens to
naughty girls?”

“No.” My eyes
widened. What was he going to say?

“They get spanked.”

“What?” Now my eyes
grew really wide.

“You heard me.” He
stepped forward, and I suddenly felt very aware of how much bigger he
was than me, and how very naked I was standing there in the kitchen.
I looked around, as if thinking of making a break for it.

“Where are you going
to go?” he asked me, one hand upturned. “It’s still snowing
outside. No sign of letting up.” He took another step closer.
“You’re trapped here. With me. And I’m going to make sure you
get the sound spanking you need.”

“Ash!” I brought my
hands to my arms, crossing them across my chest. “I’m not sure—”

“Have you ever been
spanked, Anika?” Ash brought a hand to my shoulder, touching me
gently. His voice took on a more calming tone.

“No.” I bit my lip.
This whole conversation was a first.

“I’d very much like
to spank you.” He caressed my shoulder and though I didn’t
understand why, my entire body responded to his words, trembling.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Do you trust me?”
Ash asked. I looked up into his eyes. Dark and inviting, I realized
that I did. Completely. I nodded. “Then let me show you how it
feels.”

Still reluctant, I
looked down. “I’m not sure, it sounds…”

“Don’t think, Ana,”
Ash whispered in my ear, his body coming around behind me. His hands
smoothed over my shoulders, up along my upper back, sending shivers
along my skin. “Don’t think, just feel.”

It did feel good to let
go, let the sensations take over. My mind was always going and it
felt so good to let it simply smooth out and release. With a deep
sigh, I turned myself over to his strong, capable hands.

“That’s it.” Ash
could sense my acquiescence, my agreement to give myself to him.
“That’s good, Ana. Now come over here.” He took my hand and led
me over to the kitchen counter. It was marble, white with swirls of
grey. “Place your hands on it.”

I did, palms down. Then
he brought his hands to my hips and walked me out so I was
outstretched, bent at the waist, flat back.

“Now spread your
legs, baby.” He helped me inch my feet open, keeping me in
position. “Nice, like that.” He stroked my lower back, keeping me
bent down. “Good.” His hands traveled down my hips, my thighs, up
to my buttocks. He tilted me more to his liking, ass up in the air,
hips angled just right to offer myself up to him. I felt so exposed
and my body tingled with tension, desire, anticipation.