“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?”
“Yes.” The word escaped from me, needing to be released. Trusting him, giving myself over to him was my instinct, my need. I couldn’t not do it.
“I can’t wait to learn your fantasies, Ana. To discover them together.” There in the dark, the snow swirling around us, cut off from the world, I was ready to let it all go. I was ready to let him lead me wherever he wanted. I knew I’d love wherever he took me.
“But not tonight,” he said, withdrawing his hand, gently bringing my arm down and back along my side. “Tonight you need to rest.”
Gentle, soothing, he drew the sheet up over me, smoothed the down comforter up and over my shoulders.
“Ash?” He’d taken me so close, right up to the edge, and I still buzzed, still hummed with need. But I could also feel the drowsiness, the languorous slumber pulling at me, reaching me in deep.
“It’s going to take a lot of energy, what I have planned. I want you to be fully present.” He stroked my hair as he spoke, arranging the pillows for my comfort.
“I can’t wait to drive you stark raving mad with pleasure. But tonight I want you to go to sleep. You’ve been through a lot. You need to rest.”
The pulse, the throb between my legs, I didn’t know if I could. One touch down there and I could bring myself to orgasm, give myself satisfaction.
As if he could read my mind, he added with a wicked smile, “But don’t touch yourself. I know you’re slick with need. I want you to fall asleep like that, let it bring you dreams, spinning out your fantasies. Heightening your anticipation.”
Heavy under the covers, I could already feel it happening. My eyelids dropped, my limbs sank into the mattress.
“That’s it, Ana.” He leaned down and kissed my hair. “So sweet. Sleep now.” Sleep drifted over me, like the snow outside, piling up and covering me in a thick, heavy, restful blanket.
22
Ash
The next morning, Ana slept and slept while the storm raged on. Outside, I could see nothing but white. I turned on the weather channel and learned we were in for more of the same all day. Tomorrow it was supposed to start subsiding, but not abruptly. The storm would taper, leaving in its wake up to two and a half feet of snow in some parts of the mountains.
Like our part. We were officially snowed in. The property’s caretaker had done an excellent job in the short time frame I’d given him. We had more than enough of everything. This cabin was built as sturdy as they came, the perfect escape. Now I just needed my woman to wake up.
I decided to take a shower. Ana needed her sleep, I reminded myself. She needed to rest. I was furious that someone had probably slipped something into her drink. Yesterday, my unease had grown the longer she’d slept. At first I’d been pleased she didn’t wake up to learn I was abducting her. Stealing her away.
But when she hadn’t even woken up as I’d carried her into the cabin through a snowstorm, that had worried me. I’d tried to rouse her when I’d first settled her on the couch. I couldn’t do it. I’d been so relieved when she’d finally awakened, brief as it was. One of the things about getting snowed in was you couldn’t get to a doctor if you needed one. I hadn’t thought about that at first. But, thank God, it seemed like she was going to be all right.
Who’d done it? Chances were good they weren’t even targeting Ana. Drugs like that flew around at those kinds of parties. And who even knew what it had been? True roofies weren’t all that common any more, but giving a girl some X or a little benzo, that happened all the time. Hell, more than half the time it was the girl choosing to take it herself, wanting to loosen up and join the party full-throttle.
When Ana had also realized what happened yesterday, I’d kept my cool. I’d kept my fear and my temper under wraps. I didn’t want to frighten her. But I was furious, especially at myself. I should have protected her, but I’d been off, pulled around in ninety different directions instead of by her side. It pissed me off that there was so much out of my control. Money, wealth, fame meant nothing if I wasn’t able to care for the ones I loved.
There was that L word popping into my head again. Crazier still, it was starting to frighten me less. Three weeks together and I was already thinking like a lunatic.
The warm water pounded down onto my shoulders and back. I was holding a lot of tension. Coiled up, I needed Ana for release.
When she woke up, would she remember the conversation we had last night? There in the dark, just the two of us in the bed, it was as if we’d been transported into another world. I’d felt as if she’d opened the door to her fantasies and allowed me entry.
Leaving her in that moment had taken about all of the restraint I had and then some. I almost hadn’t been able to do it. She’d been quivering and panting, so swept away by my words, the suggestions I made to her. So eager to explore, to tap into all of the erotic energy pulsing within. But it had also taken her all of three minutes to fall completely asleep once I’d told her to get some rest. She was ready to go, but she still needed more time to recover.
Hopefully, today would be different. I didn’t know what the future held for us. I knew what was planned in our contract and I didn’t like it. A break up in one week. But that didn’t have to happen. If the world liked me dating a sweet children’s librarian, who said I couldn’t keep on dating her? I knew it was crazy to be thinking like this, so wrapped up, wanting so much more. We’d only known each other for three weeks.
But it wasn’t a normal three weeks. We’d traveled to Paris. Met each other’s families. Hell, I’d proposed to her and she’d accepted. Yesterday, I’d taken that ridiculous ring off of her while she was asleep. As much as I liked the thought of seeing her wear my ring—and yes I did—that wasn’t my ring. That was Lola’s ring. And it looked like a reminder of everything that was fake, everything she wasn’t. I didn’t like the reminder. Plus it just looked almost uncomfortable, like she’d smack her hand against something and it would hurt.
I didn’t know what would come next between us. But I did know we had a couple of days together now, just us. No interruptions, no interference. No paparazzi, no groupies or other celebrities or PR reps. My phone was turned off. We had a playground before us, and we didn’t have to share it with anyone else.
In the warm, steamy shower, my cock pulsed with need. Hard as a rock. I’d been hard since last night, pressed against her in bed. Feeling her desire, stirring up her lust, so close to her wet center I’d almost said fuck it and lost myself.
I’d wanted to come in her with a fierce, primal need, like a fucking firehose. The need hadn’t exactly abated overnight. I hadn’t had Ana in days, not since Vegas. Technically it was only two days, but it felt like two years. I craved her like I had never craved anyone before.
I brought my hand down to my shaft, wrapping my fingers around it. Stroking my length, I could feel the release so close. Veins pulsing down its length, my balls tight with come, I pumped myself. It would feel so good to come, to explode.
But I took my hand away, brought it to the wall of the shower. Slowly, breathing, I took back control. I didn’t want to come in the shower, hot and quick in my hand. I wanted to come in Ana. Again and again.
Even if she didn’t remember the conversation we’d had last night, her impulses would still there, her instinct to respond. She wanted my power, my domination. She wanted to submit, let herself go, surrender to her dark fantasies. I’d take her there.
Around eleven o’clock, she finally woke up, all rosy and sleepy. Her golden chestnut hair was in a tumble, so naturally gorgeous, thi
ck with a slight curl to it.
“Hi,” she said as she padded into the kitchen in a borrowed pair of socks, looking sleepy and shy.
“Hey. How’re you feeling?”
“Much better.” She smiled at me and I embraced her, relieved to see her looking like herself again. A sleepy self, but the color had fully returned to her cheeks. With some coffee and breakfast, she’d be back to normal. “I see you raided my clothes.” I had to tease her, but I loved it. She looked so cute in my T-shirt and boxers, oversized and draping off her curves. Those boxers would be so easy to slip right off.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? I don’t even want to tell you that your bags are here, too.” I’d had the hotel pack her belongings and she had everything she needed here. But if I had anything to say about it, clothes weren’t going to factor much into the next couple of days. I had a couple of silk restraints I’d like to see on her, strategically placed around her wrists and ankles, but that was about it.
“Wow.” She walked over to the large window above the sink in the kitchen. Yeah, that about summed it up. I joined her and together we watched the winter fury raging outside. “It’s a crazy storm.”
“Worst one in years. And it’s going to be like this all day and into tomorrow.” I saw a slight blush creep to her cheeks, the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. Maybe she did remember our conversation from last night. But she needed some fuel in her first.
Together, we made toast and scrambled eggs. I’d already brewed some coffee, nectar of the gods. The pantry was stocked full of my favorite Italian brand. As much as my celebrity status caused problems, it also brought many small blessings on a daily basis. Like expensive, imported Italian coffee in the middle of the storm of the century in the remote California mountains.
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