“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.
“You look so good like this, Ana. So ripe.” I sighed with his praise, loving that I pleased him. I wanted to turn him on as much as he did me. His hands roamed my skin, still so gentle yet possessive, claiming me as he stroked.
“Now, you know this is going to hurt some, Ana. But you need to trust me. I know you need to take your punishment.” His words frightened me and my hands clutched at the marble. But more than that, I felt tension coil deep in my core. I started to wonder why that would be, but I stopped myself. It wasn’t time to think and reason, it was time to feel.
“Can you trust me enough to put yourself in my hands?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied instantly, knowing it was true with every inch of my body.
“You need to submit to me, give yourself over completely. Can you do that?” His hands stroked and teased, caressing my buttocks, then my inner thighs.
“Yes.” My voice was becoming more husky with need. I wasn’t just agreeing with his wishes anymore. They were becoming mine as well.
“I need to do this, Ana.” His voice sounded tense with desire, a deep growl in his chest. “Are you ready for your punishment?” He took his hands off of me. I trembled there before him, naked, palms against the cold marble, ass tilted up for his pleasure.
“Yes.”
Smack, with a firm, loud crack the palm of his hand landed strong across my soft ass cheek. I cried out in pain and surprise. But before I had time to recover, his hand came down again, landing hard on my other buttock.
“Ash!” I cried out, stimulated to the point of not knowing what I was feeling, my pussy throbbing but my ass stinging with pain.
Smack, his hand came down again, strong, firm and loud on my ass. His hand felt so huge, so strong and dominant. Thoughts drained from my mind as his hand came down again, assaulting my ass, hard and hot and firm. The throb in my sex grew, wet heat spreading deep inside.
He tilted my hips and ass up again. “Like that!” he commanded, and I strained to hold my position as he spanked me again, hard. It burned but I felt the heat all over, spreading across my flanks down into my sex. Each smack seemed to get me directly on my clit, leaving me breathless for more.
“Down more.” He commanded, pressing a hand in the center of my upper back. I complied, resting my chest down on the smooth, cold surface. It was a shock to my system, pressing my naked, sensitive breasts down on it. With his hand on my back, I felt so commanded, so owned. I squirmed a little against the counter, feeling the submission in my core. It made me quiver.
“Hands still.” He growled. I realized I’d been sneaking my hands back along the counter, subconsciously working them toward my pussy. I needed to touch myself. I knew it would feel so good. I’d be so slick and swollen. I could almost feel it, the pressure I could apply exactly where I needed it. I’d let him watch.
But, no, what he wanted right now was submission. So like a good girl, instead of the very naughty girl I felt like I was deep down, I put my palms back in front of my head, away from my clit. I pressed my tits down into the cold marble and arched up my ass, awaiting his hand. I wa
nted to hump the counter, mash my swollen clit against it, anything to get some relief. My flesh still stung from the smack of his hand, and I knew it had to be red.
He stood at my rear, his hands lightly caressing the outer edges of my thighs. In a deep, husky voice that told me exactly how much he liked the sight, he said, “You look so fucking good like this, Ana. Your skin is so sensitive. You’re so pink. Right here.” With a light hand, he brushed against the swell of my buttocks. I bit back a moan, it felt so feather-light-crazy good. My nipples ached.
“I need to check and see how you’re enjoying your spanking, Ana. Spread for me and show me.”
Swallowing, I spread my thighs wider for Ash. A wave of embarrassment and near-humiliation flowed through me, but left almost as fast as it arrived, replaced by the stronger, more urgent need to show my man what he did to me. How hot he made me.
Ash’s long, strong fingers swept up my inner thigh and found my aching, dripping slit. With a deep hiss, he drew his fingers along my wet pussy, sliding, spreading my slick juices along my folds. “You like your spanking, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
There in the snowstorm, him whispering in my ear, my eyes closed, I could be honest. I could tell him the truth.
“Yes,” I whispered to him.
“Tell me, baby.” He stroked me so good, I arched into his hand.
“I love my spanking,” I moaned, wanting more.
“You want more?” he asked, his hands still on me, gentle. Too gentle. I nodded, need coursing through me so thick and hot it was hard to talk.
“You need more?” he asked, in a deep, wicked voice. He knew me. He knew exactly what I craved.
“I need more.” The words tore from my chest, ripped out of me. It felt so wrong to want it, but it felt so right to tell Ash. He made it right. We were right together.
Firmly, up at my head, he fisted my long hair in his hand holding me still. Then his other hand came down, firm and hard on my quivering ass. So exposed, so raw. A cry came out of my mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head. This was next-level. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form words. I let myself go.
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