Undone, Volume 3 (12 page)

“Yeah, but not good
books. Trashy books.”

“You’re so
naughty,” I whispered down into her ear. “Tell me about these
kinds of books you liked.”

“I liked naughty
kinds.” She laughed, sounding slightly nervous.

“Hmm. Now I like this
story more.”

“I loved historical
romances with pirates and warriors.”

“Shirtless pirates
and warriors,” I confirmed, thinking of the classic dime store
romance novels I’d seen growing up. I pictured that long-haired
model on the cover. Was his name Fabio?

“Absolutely. You
wouldn’t put a shirt on these men. It would be a crime.”

“I don’t wear
shirts.” What, was I feeling jealous of romance novel heroes?

“I know.” She
trailed her hands along my arms, up circling my biceps. I gave her a
little flex.

“Going shirtless is
like my public service.”

She laughed, wiggling
that ass of hers back into my groin. “You’re so arrogant.”

“Yes I am,” I
agreed.

“You are so crazy
hot, though,” she continued. I liked that. She wound her fingers up
and down my arms, tracing my corded muscles, my tattoos. There was no
shifting away my erection now, it pressed hard and large against her
lower back.

I brought my hands down
into the warm water and found her breasts, cupping them gently in my
palms. She caught her breath, her fingers pressing into my skin.

Gently, I massaged her
breasts in my hands, the water lapping at their sides. Her nipples
grew erect as I caressed her, points up stiff and urgent for my
attention.

“Do you see how hot
it is between us?” I whispered into her ear, both of us watching my
hands on her breasts, her instant response. She felt so good under my
fingers, slippery in the water, and she moaned softly.

I dropped my hand to
her hip, the one I’d noticed earlier that I’d bruised. With a
careful, loving touch, I caressed her on the spot. “I saw I bruised
you here.”

As I touched her
bruise, I kept one of her breasts in my hand, kneading, cupping,
massaging it up out of the water. I could tell she was becoming
aroused not just from my touch, but from watching me touch her. She
liked to watch. That gave me ideas, all kinds of ideas.

I brushed my fingertips
against her bruised hip. “Are you in pain?” As I asked, I brought
my other fingers to her peaked point, grasping her nipple between my
thumb and forefinger, giving it a light squeeze. She drew in her
breath, arching her back up, pressing her breast more fully into my
hand.

“You gripped me there
tight.” Her voice sounded husky, breathy.

“I did grip you
tight.” I kept grazing the spot on her hip, light yet reminding her
where I’d held her. I teased her nipple, light still there as well.
“I grabbed onto your hip hard while I fucked you.”

A soft moan escaped her
and she licked her slightly parted lips. She pressed her ass back
into my groin, working against my throbbing shaft.

Dipping my mouth to her
ear, I asked her low, “How did it feel, Ana? All bound up?”

“So good,” she
moaned, louder now, wanting to tell me.

“You like a little
pain?” I asked, taking her ripe, stiff nipple harder now between my
fingers and giving it a nice, firm twist.

“Ah!” she cried
out, thrusting her head back against my chest, arching her tit into
my hand. Oh, she liked a little bit of pain all right.

“How about this
here?” I placed my hand on her hip, right where I’d bruised her.
I’d marked her when I’d claimed what was mine. “Did this feel
good?”

“Yes, I…” She
stammered and faltered, then found what she wanted to say. “I liked
it. I liked that you bruised me. Like you were marking me.”

With a growl, I ducked
my head down to her throat to lick and suck. I used my teeth, marking
her, my woman, mine to claim. “You belong to me.”

“Yes,” she moaned,
pressing her ass back into my cock, working it along my shaft.

And she thought she was
going to say goodbye to me in a week? I’d see what I could do about
that.

“There’s something
I’ve noticed about you, Ana.” I let my voice caress her as my
hands did, roaming up and down her body, stopping to cup her breasts.
I could feel and hear her breath hitch as she watched my fingers
encircle her mounds, sliding along her skin, circling her nipples.
“I’ve noticed that you like to watch.”

I pinched her nipples
and she rewarded me with a deep moan, the moan of a woman coming
undone in my hands. All secrets revealed, all fantasies laid bare.

“Do you like to
watch, Ana? Does that make you hot?” She didn’t answer. She
turned her face to the side, eyes closed, one last shred of
embarrassment holding her back.

“Oh, you’d better
answer me. And tell the truth. Or else I won’t let you watch
everything I’m about to do to you.”

With a gasp, she opened
her eyes and answered me. “Yes,” she confessed. “I like to
watch.”

“You like to see my
hands on you?” I circled and swirled my hands, my touch growing
more insistent, more probing.

“Yes,” she
confessed, her breathing growing more jagged.

“And do you like to
see your response?” I held her nipples in my fingers once more,
waiting, waiting on her confession.

“Yes!” The cry tore
from her throat as I bore down, pinching her stiff little tips hard.

“Good girl,” I
murmured in her ear. “I like it when you confess it all to me.” I
snaked a hand down her flat stomach, down, down to her aching sex.
“You have to be sore here, Ana, from how hard I fucked you
yesterday.” I dipped a finger down into her folds. Even in the warm
bath water, I could feel her slickness, her private wetness there for
me.

“Are you sore?” I
asked as I began to tease her, rubbing against her clit, along her
slit.

“Yes,” she agreed,
moving her hips in sync with my hand, wanting more friction, more
contact.

“Should I leave you
be, Ana? Do you need to rest? Or do you want to play some more?”
With the word play, I pressed down against her clit, feeling her
swollen, hot bud.

“Oh!” She moaned,
pushing her mound into my hand. “Ash,” she cried out, already
worked up and ready for me. So good, my Ana.

“I think you want to
play some more,” I continued, starting to thrust my finger into
her, hitting against her clit each time. “And this time I think you
want to watch it all. And we’ll see how well you do. If you do very
well, I may fuck you again. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Ash!” she
cried out. But that wouldn’t do. That wasn’t good enough. I
wanted a full confession from my girl, a complete admission of
exactly what she needed.

“You need to tell me
if you want it,” I teased her, removing my hand from her sex as
punishment. But I brought it back up to her tits, cupping them up out
of the water for us both to see. “Tell me,” I commanded, bringing
my fingers over her nipples.

“Please, Ash,” she
begged me, aching for me. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.” I
praised her, giving her nipples a good, hard pinch between my thick
fingers. Her gasp, twisting under my palms, got me so hard I nearly
took her right there in the tub. I wanted to ram straight up inside
of her. And it would feel so good, there in the warm water. She’d
jam her round ass down into me and work with me so I could fuck her
hard there in the tub. I could even grab her on the hip right where
I’d marked her last night.

But, no. I needed to do
this right. I didn’t know what the future held between us. I’d do
everything in my power to keep Ana in my life. But there was always
the chance she still might choose to walk away. So I had to take full
advantage of our time together in this cabin, snowed in, no choice
but to be stuck together in our private, secret world.

Who knew when I might
next get the opportunity to tie her up and fuck her senseless? No
time like the present. I carried her out of the bath, dried her off,
then led her into the master bedroom where I could execute my plans.
Completely naked, pink from the bath, Ana stood before me, her breath
coming fast and nervous.

“Arms up above your
head, wrists crossed,” I ordered her. She liked it when I did. Her
eyes widened and those gorgeous points, her tender, sensitive
nipples, hardened in response. Such a natural sub.

She drew her arms up
overhead. I took a strand of cloth and bound them together, then drew
a chair over. I stood on it and looped the top of the cloth through a
bracket in the ceiling. It was true, my band mates and I had had the
bracket installed when we’d purchased the cabin. That and a few
other upgrades. No one even batted an eye when a rock band asked for
kinky shit. It was almost expected with the territory.

It was the first time
I’d used it, though. I made sure it was exactly the right length,
stretching her long, gorgeous arms up and over her head but not
pulling her so tight it hurt. She could still stand on her feet,
though just barely. She had to strain a bit, keep her arms straight
and taut or move up on the balls of her feet. I needed her to work a
little bit for it.

And best of all, I
needed her to watch herself. After I tied her tight, I stood behind
her and faced her forward. Right where she could look into the wall
of mirrors along the outside of the long master closet.

“Take a good look at
yourself,” I commanded her, trailing my fingers along her
outstretched arms. “Do you see how good you look like this?”

Her breath started
coming faster as she grew more turned on. She liked the sight of
herself bound, tied there for me.

“I can do what I like
with you, Ana.” I reached down and drew circles around her breasts.
Then I trailed a lazy hand down my stomach. “Part your legs for
me.”

She drew them apart as
much as she could, needing to stand on tiptoes to do it well.

“Nice,” I praised
her, stroking her quivering flanks as she strained to keep her
position. “I like how hard you’re working to please me.”

She moaned softly
between her parted lips. “I think we need another light on, don’t
you?” I left her for a moment to flick on yet another light, this
one illuminating her more directly. She bit her lip and looked down
and away, seeming to feel ashamed by the exposure.

Swiftly, I went to
stand behind her again and caught her chin in my hand.

“Ana, you watch
everything I do to you. Do you understand me?” She nodded her head,
wide-eyed, still held firmly in my grasp.

“I have a lot
planned,” I told her. “And I want you to watch every second of
it.”

Ana

In the mirror, my hands
were bound above my head. Ash stretched me up, my arms twisted over
me. My ribs stuck out with the effort, and my stomach lifted and sank
with my pants.

I’d never seen
anything so erotic. Ash stood behind me, his larger frame dark and
powerful, shadowed behind mine. He’d turned the light on directly
over my head. Nowhere to hide, he could see everything. He could see
every pant, the detail of my peaked nipples, the glistening, slick
heat building between my thighs. I stood now with my legs closed,
clenched, enjoying the throb in my pussy. But I had a feeling my legs
wouldn’t be together for long. Sooner rather than later, Ash would
command me to part them. And I’d love it.

Ash trailed a finger
along the curve of my waist. “I love seeing you watch yourself.
You’re very visual.” I followed the path of his fingers, feeling
them tingle along my skin, mesmerized by the thick, calloused feel of
them. He had such expressive hands, hands that played piano and
guitar and my body was no different. He treated it like an exquisite
instrument that he’d been born to play. And he was a master artist.

“Watch in the
mirror,” he instructed me. I looked up, but still watched his
hands, snaking their way along my outstretched, naked skin, heating
me up, making me quiver. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”

His voice in my ear,
his breath along my neck, I shivered under his attentions. He did
make me feel beautiful in a way I’d never experienced before. I’d
always felt somewhat average, grateful I mostly seemed to pass under
the radar. I didn’t have anything about me that garnered too much
attention, either negative or positive, and that seemed about right
for my temperament. In high school, I’d seen kids get so mean with
some unfortunate girls. And the opposite didn’t really appeal,
either, the girls strutting around, relentlessly pursued by
aggressive jocks. They seemed to thrive off of it, but I would have
hated the pressure, the spotlight.

But here, it was just
me and Ash. Here, he could be as aggressive as he wanted. He could
pursue me with as much passion as he dared and I’d thrill to it
all. Here, it wasn’t a show. It was just him and me and I didn’t
have to feel afraid. I knew whatever he had in store for me would be
new, but I just as certainly knew he’d take care of me. And I’d
love it.

“Watch how you
respond to me.” Ash stood behind me, his broad, warm chest against
my back. Slowly, he brought his large hands under the mounds of my
breasts and cupped them, full and warm. Not rough, just owning me. A
sigh broke from my lips as I watched him grasp me, thrusting my tits
up and out, massaging them.

“I love touching you,
Ana,” he said as he continued to play with me, showing me how
erotic he found me. “You’re perfect. And do you see how you
respond?” He held my breasts in his hands. As I watched in the
mirror, he slowly swiped his thick, calloused thumbs across the
sensitive tips of my nipples.

“Oh!” I cried out,
pulling my wrists against my restraints. I felt so exposed, so
vulnerable tied like that and the sensations he brought out in me
were so intense. I couldn’t get away.