“That’s it, surrender. Give yourself over to it. But don’t come, Anika. I’m going to bring you close, so close, but you may not come. Do you understand?”
I moaned as he stroked me, along the swell of my ass. But I craved something more. I needed the pain his hand could bring, followed by the pleasure.
Smack, his hand came down full on the swell of my ass. I gasped, feeling it deep in my clit. “I gave you a command, Ana. You may not come until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I groaned, ready to do anything he told me, so eager for more. Satisfied I would obey, he began spanking me again. Each swat landed exactly where I needed it, sometimes playful along my inner thigh, sometimes landing partially right on my pussy. Sometimes he even smacked my clit and the wet, squelching sound he made with the contact mingled with our pants, moans and groans. Then he’d whack me full and square right on the swell of my soft ass cheek and I’d feel myself so close to coming, so close my fingers dug into the marble.
Groans tore from me, deep and guttural. It didn’t even sound like me, it seemed like it was coming from another place as I slipped completely into erotic pleasure, no thought, just the feel of him, him owning my pleasure.
‘That’s it, Ana,” he praised me. “Submit to me. No one will know. It’s just you and me here. Show me how much you need this.”
I pressed my palms down, stretched my legs out and arched up my ass for his access. With a series of fast, hard, furious spanks he attacked my clit. My breathing grew just as fast and ragged. I didn’t know how I could hold on much longer without coming. I needed to come. I could feel it building with each sharp smack against my swollen, slick nub.
Suddenly, he flipped me over. I lay there, stunned on the cold marble. He brought his hands underneath me and pulled me farther along on the countertop until my stinging, hot ass rested on the cool surface. He brought my feet up to the countertop, too.
“Yes.” He brought his hands to my thighs and spread me wide, his face only a foot above my wet, swollen pussy. “Look at you. Fuck, Ana.” The lustful craving in his voice brought me even higher and I whined in frustration. I bucked my hips off the marble, wanting to bring my pussy to his lips. He could suck me, lick me. I’d come so hard for him so quick.
“You need to come, don’t you, Anika?” He spoke so close to my pussy I could feel his breath. He blew slightly on my throbbing, slick clit and my mouth opened in yearning.
“Uh!” I groaned, unable to speak.
“Spread your legs wide for me baby.”
Oh, I’d do anything for him if he’d end this agony. I spread my thighs so wide, stretched myself wide for him.
“That’s it,” he praised me. “Now I’m going to hold your legs here. And I want you to touch yourself. But don’t come. Not until I tell you.”
Part of me wanted to whip my hand right down to my pussy and work it so hard. He had to let me come, he had to see I couldn’t take it anymore. But modesty, the slightest shred of it I still possessed, held me back. I’d touched myself in the car for him, but that was in the dark, speeding along a highway. Here, I was so completely exposed. He literally had me spread open up on a counter under bright kitchen lights.
His spanking had gotten me so wet I could feel my juices dripping out of me, down the crack of my ass. He had to be able to see. Burning with humiliation and shame, I squirmed under his scrutiny.
“Look at me, Ana.” Ash grasped the back of my head. I opened my eyes and looked into his dark gaze, ardent and fixed on me with every breath. “Never feel ashamed with me. I want to know you. I want to know all of you.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “I want to give you everything I have. But you have to give me everything you have to give. Don’t hold anything back, Ana. Show me everything.”
Still watching him, I slowly reached my hand down. I wanted to show him everything. I wanted him to know everything about me, everything stripped away, no defenses, completely vulnerable. His gaze traveled down with my hand and he watched, intent, as I began a tentative touch to my quivering mound.
“Show me,” he asked, thick with need.
How could I deny him? Especially when that was all my body wanted. I sighed as my fingers quickly found my swollen bud, so slick, throbbing. I closed my eyes, Ash’s large hands forcing my thighs apart, knowing he was watching my every move. I’d never felt so owned, so possessed.
“That’s so good, Ana,” Ash spoke, his fingers gripping my inner thighs. I could feel more juice on my fingers, his words of praise coaxing more from me. I wanted to please him. Slowly, I brought my fingers up to my clit, circling, pressing, then plunged a finger up inside of me, slick and wet. Leisurely, I started finger-fucking myself, bringing my hips up with my own thrusts, keeping my thumb on my clit. I wanted him to see how crazy he made me.
“Grab your tit.” His voice sounded so much harsher now, so much rougher than when he’d been reassuring me. It made me even wetter. I brought my other hand up to my aching breast and grabbed it, rough like I knew he wanted me to do it. My nipple pointed up in a firm, aching point. I could hear his breathing, his panting, knew his eyes were feasting on me.
“Now you know you don’t get to come until I tell you. You come for me. On my command. Not before. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moaned, squeezing my breast, frantically working my pussy. Every time he told me not to come, that I couldn’t come, it made me want to come so bad I wanted to beg and plead.
“But Ash,” I whined. “Ash, I need—”
“Say it. Tell me when you come.”
“I come when you tell me.” I panted, so close, so fucking close.
“Now pinch your nipple!” he commanded. I did as I was told and the sensation gave me even more intense pleasure than I swear I’d felt with every orgasm I’d had before Ash. But I didn’t come. Not yet.
My eyes opened wide at the pleasure and the exertion, the difficulty of holding back. Lust coiled low and tight in my belly.
“That’s it,” Ash praised me, his hands still spreading my thighs open, a firm grasp on me. “Hold back for me. Good girl. Now, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I want you to touch yourself while you listen.”
I moaned and began stroking myself again, knowing I wouldn’t be able to process much. I was such a quivering mass of need.
“Up until now, I’ve used a condom. I always use a condom. But I’m clean. I was tested last month and I’ve had no partner since then but you.”
I looked into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. “I’m protected,” I heard myself saying. “I have a ring. And I’m clean.”
“Do you know what that means, Ana?” Ash growled. “I can go bare with you.” I sank my head back, my eyes closing once again in pure pleasure. I couldn’t imagine how good that would feel.
“I’ve never done that before,” Ash confessed, his voice deep and sexy. “You’ll be my first. Do you think you’d like that? I’d slide into you slow at first so we can both feel it. Like this.”
He took one of his thick, long fingers and pressed it against my hole. Then, slowly, so slick from my aroused juices, he slid into me. And kept sliding in deep. I sucked in my breath, my eyes rolling back into my head. It felt so fucking good. I clutched at the cold marble with my free hand, my other still grasping my breast.
“Will you like feeling me fuck you, Ana? My cock deep inside you, nothing between us?”
“Yes!” I moaned, frantic, bucking against his finger.
“I’ll start slow. But then I’ll fuck you.” He began to fuck me with his finger and all I could think about was his cock, his thick, huge cock and how soon I’d be able to feel every inch of him inside of me. “I’ll fuck you so good. And I’ll come so hard in you, dump all my come up inside of you.”
“Uh, uh.” I started clawing at the marble, thrusting my hips into his hand wildly. I was going to come. I couldn’t stop it. I was going to come from the thought of him coming inside of me.
“No.�
�� Ash grabbed my hands and trapped them up next to my head on either side. He pinned me down and held me there hard. “No coming until I say,” he commanded. “Not until you come on my cock.”
Panting, moaning like a wild animal, I wanted to claw at him, bite him, come and come again. He devoured it, feasting on watching me struggle. He’d brought me so close to the edge.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asked in a quiet, controlled voice.
“Yes,” I whined, sounding pathetic I knew it, pleading with him. I’d do anything he liked.
Then he grinned at me, wicked. “This is just how I like you, Ana. Incoherent, begging me. I’m going to keep you like this all night.”
24
Ash
You’d think I’d be better with words. I wrote songs for a living, after all. But it wasn’t the lyrics that I created, it was the music. My lyrics were kind of stupid, if I had to be honest. Or a better way of describing them might be basic. Fifth-grade-level.
One of my hits was “I’m Outta” as in “I’m Outta Here.” That was about as sophisticated as my lyrics got.
If I were good with words, I’d try telling Ana what she meant to me. Seeing her stripped completely naked in the kitchen, bent over and quivering for my touch. I’d played a lot of games with a lot of women, but not one of them had gotten to me anywhere near like Ana was.
She was so sweet, so trusting, so raw and real. She hid nothing from me. I sensed she couldn’t even if she wanted to. She wasn’t playing games, trying to seduce me and turn me on with her sexiness. She was being herself, completely honest in her responses, and as a result I was completely out of my mind for her.
She had me so rock hard I could barely walk as I led her into the bedroom. My cock throbbed so stiff in my jeans it nearly felt painful. You’d think I hadn’t already come twice that day, buried deep in her pussy then down her throat. Fuck, the thought of that sent another deep pulse of blood straight to my cock, swelling it more against the denim.
Ana might technically be submitting to my dominance, but it was me that she owned. I had no idea if she knew it. If I thought about it, really let myself consider what that meant, it would scare the shit out of me.
So I didn’t think. I did what I did best. It wasn’t fancy words, or drawn-out rational thought processes. What I did best was with my hands, my body. Expressing myself physically.
Standing by the bed, I brought my hand to the back of Ana’s neck. She tilted back into my touch, her neck outstretched, her lovely eyes half-closed in desire. I reached down and took her lips with my own. So sweet, such a succulent fruit. I licked and sucked, relishing her taste.
My hands drifted down her body, so warm, so pliant, so supple. Her slim waist, her soft creamy buttocks still pink and hot from her spanking. She’d taken every last smack from my large rough palm, and it had made her so wet. I couldn’t imagine a body more perfect, more welcoming. All I wanted was to sink into her.
Licking along her throat, her soft, sensitive skin, I murmured, “How are you feeling?”
“Mmmmm,” she managed, wrapping her hands around my shoulders. I knew her ass had to sting. I’d given her a firm spanking. And she’d loved every fucking second of it. I’d known that she would. The palm of my hand had been itching for her plush ass from the second I met her, all the more because I’d figured she’d have no idea she’d love it so much. I got to be the one to introduce it to her, the pleasure of submission.
“Are you ready for more?” I turned her around and drew her body along the length of my own, her back to my front. Pressing my hands to her hips, I thrust my hips into her low back, letting her feel the full length of my thick, full shaft. A groan broke from her lips, like the one she’d given back in the kitchen. When I’d told her I could go bare in her, skin to skin. Like I was going to do to her now.
“Can you take more, baby?” Teasing, light, I brushed my fingertips along her skin. Every inch of her was so alive to my touch, awake at the slightest feather. She trembled, her breath coming in short pants. “I’d like to tie you up again. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she panted, no hesitation.
“Would you like me to tie you up? Would you like me to bind you and then fuck you?” I asked, my voice husky and low. I loved feeling her response to this, the deep thrill of her discovering her secret tendencies. Thank God for snowstorms. There in that cabin, cut off from the world, Ana could let go of all of her inhibitions. She didn’t have to worry at all about being a good girl. She could show me just how naughty she wanted to get.
“Yes,” she moaned, swaying back into me as my hand found her breasts. So full, so lovely and round on her slender frame. I couldn’t wait to sink into her, deep, but I wanted to take my time. Make it good for her. See what I could do about heightening the sensation of getting properly fucked, bare, for the first time.
“Lie down, near the edge here.” I patted the bed, speaking gently to her. I wanted her to know that though I was going to tie her up and fuck her like an animal, I wasn’t after causing her pain. This was all for her pleasure.
She moved languidly, spellbound by desire. Bringing my hand to her upper back, I guided her down to the bed. The feel of her surrendering under my hand, letting me push her down before me gave me an even stronger charge. I needed to bury myself in her, hear her screams, feel her coming around my cock. But first, she needed to be bound.
In the closet, I withdrew the scarlet silk ties I’d used that morning. They seemed to do nicely, holding her tight without causing any real discomfort. I slid one around her wrist, caressing her skin.
“I’m going to bind you, Anika.” As I spoke, I drew her arm down by her side. Then I pushed her leg up, bent at the knee, and brought her wrist to her ankle. Tied like that on both sides, she’d be forced up and open, made to offer herself to me. She’d be completely under my control as I sank my full cock deep into her slick hole, pounding her again and again.
“I’m tying your wrist to your ankle. Can you open like that for me?” She moaned as she spread her thighs wider, bringing her knee up to her side and her arm down right into position. I could see her pussy gleaming, slick with juices. She liked this very much.
Wrapping her with silk, over her wrist, around her ankle and back again, I fastened her there. Not so tight as to cause real discomfort, but enough to completely assert my dominance. I worked her other side in the same fashion, until I had both her legs up and bound by either side.
I stood up to survey my handiwork. She lay there, helpless and trembling, her pussy out swollen and wet. I could see her breathing hard, her soft pants letting me know she felt a mingled sense of vulnerability and arousal. “You look so beautiful like this, Anika. Displayed for me.”
I leaned over her, tracing my tongue along her earlobe, sucking and gently nibbling on her sensitive lobe. Whispering in her ear so she’d feel safe confessing everything to me, I asked, “Do you like submitting to me, Anika?”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Are you mine?” I asked.
“Yes,” she sighed as she said it, as if it came from a place deep inside of her.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Ana. I’m going to sink into you bare and fuck you hard. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” That yes was a cry of need, an urgent plea. I couldn’t wait any longer. I ripped off my jeans and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, her pussy at exactly the right height and angle. The bed was high so I could stand and have her exactly where I wanted her.
My cock stood out so engorged I didn’t think I’d ever seen it that big. Veins bulged down its thick shaft. Ana was so wet and she’d taken me in entirely before, but as I stood there with my swollen mushroom head at her entrance, I wondered for a second how she was going to do it. She was so much smaller than me and I was so huge. But she’d take me in. I knew she wanted to do it, every inch. She’d have to work to do it, but I wouldn’t rest until I got to sink all the way into her.
I p
ressed my crown into her entrance, sliding into her, spreading her wide. She was bound, fastened open, and she needed to be that wide to accommodate my size.
“Fuck!” I cried out. The feel of her wet, slick pussy closing tight around the tip of my bare cock just about did me in. I wanted to plunge straight into her, but for a second I worried I was going to come right then, blow it all, send my hot seed all over her pussy. I could picture it dripping out, and I could smooth it all over her, coat her sore ass with it, slick.
Damn it. I closed my eyes and told myself to focus. Breathe. I needed to control myself. She whimpered beneath me, partially I’m sure due to the feel of my filling her, stretching her entrance, but also from need. She needed this, too. She needed me to fuck her.
Slowly, going so slowly it nearly killed me, I eased my way into her. “Fuck, Ana!” I cried out as I eased into her tight hole. I kept going and going, inch by inch, eyes closed, until I buried myself into her all the way to the hilt. There, I stopped, overcome with the intensity of it, her hot, quivering pussy clenched slick and tight around my massive cock. If I died right then, I’d die a happy man.
But I didn’t die. I opened my eyes and saw my cock buried in the woman I loved, quivering and wet and bound beneath me, submitting to my dominance. Grabbing onto her hips, I eased my shaft out, then thrust into her all the way again.
“Ah!” she screamed, deep and throaty, and I could feel her pussy clenching and quivering around my cock.
“You need to come, baby?” I grunted out, sensing her deep, deep urge. She’d been so close from her spanking and then I’d made take herself even closer under my watchful eye in the kitchen. Now, with the feel of my possessing her, bare and raw, the way I filled her, she couldn’t take it. I knew that. I knew what she needed.
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