Undone, Volume 3 (6 page)

I worked more slowly
with her legs, teasing her with the silk, wrapping it around her calf
and slipping it down to her ankle. I knew the smooth fabric felt good
against her skin, slipping and sliding. But then I tied her ankle to
the post at the end of the bed. She twisted, still keeping her legs
together, as if there was any chance at remaining demure, chaste.

I let her keep her
thighs pressed together, watching her rapid breathing, her peaked
nipples, her pulse pounding.

“I’m going to tie
your other leg down.” I caressed it as I spoke, softly, gently. “I
want you spread open wide for me. Do you understand?”

She looked at me,
heavy-lidded, still slightly hesitant. But then she nodded her head
yes. At that, I grabbed her remaining leg and pushed it to the side.
I wrapped the silk around her ankle and stretched her wide open for
me. She gasped as I did it, her wrists straining against the silk.

Once I’d fastened her
tight, I stood to admire my handiwork. She looked like a painting, an
incredibly erotic one. They couldn’t display this at the Louvre,
though if they did, they’d probably double their daily visitor
count. Her legs spread wide, I could see how her sex already
glistened with desire. Her breasts stood out large and completely
exposed and her stomach moved rapidly in and out with nervous,
aroused pants. She was mine for the taking.

“I like seeing you
like this, Ana.” She stilled in response, letting me enjoy the
sight of her. “But I have a question for you. And you need to
answer me honestly. Did you touch yourself last night after I left
you?” She’d been slick with need, aroused and at the point of
coming when I’d taken away my hand.

“No,” she
whispered.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because you told me
not to.”

“Good.” I hissed,
tracing my finger along the inside of her leg, stroking her calf.
“Was that hard to deny yourself?”

She nodded her head,
yes it was. But that wasn’t good enough. “Answer me, Ana,” I
said, stern.

“Yes, it was hard not
to touch myself.”

Satisfied, I continued
stroking her. Even though she was bound, she had a little freedom of
movement.

“I can see that
you’re slick now, Ana. You look so good. Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she exhaled,
so obedient.

“This is how I’ve
wanted you from the moment I first saw you.” I moved to her side so
I could better reach her. She pulled against her wrist restraints,
panting as my tongue trailed down her stomach. I knew she wanted to
touch me. But not now. Now, I would make her suffer. Now, I would
travel slowly, my tongue dipping a lazy circle around her belly
button.

“Ash!” she cried
out.

I chuckled, low and
wicked, looking up into her eyes. “You like being tied down.” I
told her instead of asked. I could tell. She more than liked it. She
loved it.

I traced her curves,
stroked her limbs, drawing her attention to her restraints. She’d
never done this before and I knew she was shocked by it. It took such
trust and desire to turn herself over to me, letting me tie her up.

But I could tell she’d
thought about it. Those naughty, late night fantasies. But up until
now, she’d been a good girl. She’d played it safe. And up until
now, she’d never nearly blacked out from orgasms.

I thanked the powers
that be for the snowstorm, trapping us. I was glad I’d indulged my
wicked mind, letting myself abduct her. Were it not for this, she
might have flown back to New York City. Right now, she might have
been back at work, 3,000 miles away from me, helping kids check out
books. Instead of letting her inner nasty girl come out to play. I
knew she wanted this.

She lay there
completely naked, tied spread-eagle on the king-size bed, writhing
and whimpering. She begged for release, but I knew it wasn’t from
bondage. It was from the intensity of the building, cresting orgasm
quivering up inside of her. But like a good girl, she needed me to
free it. She was a natural sub, and together our wires charged each
other, our arousal heightened by the other’s.

I whispered, licking
her neck, sucking her there at her sensitive flesh. She tossed her
head to the side, baring her skin, giving me full access with a moan.

“Ash,” she begged,
shameless, her breasts arching up into two needy, pebbled points at
her nipples.

“I knew you had this
in you. From the second I met you, all buttoned up in that library, I
knew.”

“You couldn’t
have,” she protested. But it was true. Underneath that white Peter
Pan collar, she might not even have known she had this within her
prim and proper exterior. But I could tell. There were pheromones in
play, that elusive pull you couldn’t even really articulate.
Something intangible. You couldn’t always put together the why. One
plus one didn’t always equal two when it came to attraction. If
you’d asked me a month ago if my dream woman would be a sheltered
children’s librarian who didn’t particularly like to party and
had had only one sexual partner in her life, I might have laughed. I
liked my sex hard and wild and filthy. From the description of her,
she sounded like she’d be more likely to call the cops on me than
surrender and submit.

But here she was. All
alone. In a cabin shut off from the world in the storm
draught-stricken California had been waiting for for years.

“You can scream,
Ana.” I licked at her collarbone, trailing fingers along her
outstretched arms. “You can yell at the top of your lungs. No one
will hear you.”

“Ash!” She cried
out as I captured one of her erect, aroused nipples between my teeth,
biting down just enough to make it burn so good. I palmed her breast,
feasting on her, sucking hard, then light, then just a whisper of a
lick around her nipple as she panted and quivered. I loved how she
responded to me, so intense, so real. I’d had many more practiced
partners, women who knew all the moves and used their talents with
the utmost expertise. None of them even came close to the seductive
power of Ana’s innocence, her shocked, parted lips, and the desire
that led her to overcome her inhibitions. The struggle she had within
her, the doubts, overcome with her own physical need.

And the trust she put
in me. She’d chosen me to do this to her, with her. She might not
see herself as a gorgeously sexy seductress, but, trust me, she was.
She had to have men hitting on her every second of the day. She was
just so sweet and chaste she probably didn’t realize it, probably
turned them down without even realizing she’d had a proposition in
front of her.

But she’d said yes to
me. At first, because of the children’s library funding. OK, I
remembered that. But nothing in our agreement specified this kind of
an arrangement. This was entirely of her choosing. And, yes,
technically now she was tied down now and at my mercy, but she knew
I’d end it in a heartbeat if she wanted me to stop.

She didn’t want me to
stop. She was writhing and struggling but loving every second of it.
She wanted to be tied down to my bed, at the mercy of my nasty, dirty
plans for her all night long. Alone with me, snowed in and at my
mercy.

“You can scream when
you come, Ana,” I whispered, trailing my tongue down her stomach.
Slowly, so slowly. She moaned, and I could tell she felt impatient.
If she weren’t tied down, she’d fist her hands in my hair. She’d
push my mouth down right where she wanted it.

But she was tied down.
I’d tied her tight.

“It will be our
little secret,” I continued, down now at her hips. Large fingers
over her smooth skin, I worshipped her curves, feathering kisses down
her thighs, along the inside. Her ankles were bound at either side to
the bedposts.

She closed her eyes and
I could tell she felt suddenly shy at her complete and total
exposure. She couldn’t move. She had nowhere to go, no way to hide
her desire. I could see every inch of her arousal, all of her sex
bared to me. She was dripping for me, her swollen clit aching with
need, throbbing and begging for my attention. Yet still, I could tell
she was holding back.

“Here in this cabin,
you can let yourself go, Ana. Be my little slut. Let me do all the
things to you you’ve wanted. What you’ve fantasized about. You
can let me know how much you love it. You can scream and come and
show me how much you want it, how much you’ll beg for it. No one
will ever know.”

“Yes.” She panted,
beyond reason, beyond words. “Yes, please.” My lips were so close
now, inches away from her sex. My tongue, so hot, so wicked, so
close. I wanted her to imagine it, desire it, fantasize about how
good it would feel when I finally feasted on her.

“Ana,” I exhaled in
satisfaction. “So wet.” Reverently, I brought my fingers to her
slick slit, lightly sliding them along, exploring where she was
spread for me, aching and ready. “Surrender to me, Ana. The way you
know you want to.”

Her head bucked back,
her throat bare. A raw groan escaped her parted lips as my mouth
finally came down, hot and full, on her drenched, exposed pussy.

She tasted so sweet, so
perfect, I groaned into her, licking, sucking. She screamed as I did
it, losing herself, the final contact after so much lead-up.

But then I stopped.

“You don’t get to
come, yet, Ana.” Her eyes fluttered open wide and she looked at me,
disbelieving I’d left her. She was so close. I knew she was. But I
wanted her blindfolded when she finally got her reward.

In the closet, I
removed a silk band. Scarlet, it would look so good against her skin,
the deep red of her lips parted below it. She watched me, brimming
with nervous anticipation and arousal.

“Close your eyes for
me, baby,” I coaxed her, leaning over to fasten the band of silk
around her eyes. I didn’t tie it tight enough to make her
uncomfortable, just enough to take away her sense of sight. Her other
four senses would be heightened with its removal. She’d still be
able to taste my mouth as I sought out her own. She’d become all
the more aware of the scent of our desires, hers so feminine, the
ying to my yang. Every pant, every breath would ring in her ears. And
my favorite, of course, touch. Every feathered brush against her
exposed, sensitive skin would rock her to her core.

Making sure the
blindfold was secure, I stood up and walked out of the room.

“Are you leaving?”
she called out, anxiety flooding her voice.

“Not for long,” I
both reassured and teased her. I wanted her to anticipate, wonder,
even feel a shiver of nerves down her spine. It all heightened the
intensity of her experience.

I came back soon, as
promised. I’d picked up a couple things in the kitchen.

“How’re you doing?”
I asked as I returned.

“Well, I’m kind of
tied up right now.”

I loved this girl. She
wanted to joke around? I wanted to see what she thought of what I had
in my hand.

I sat at the side of
the bed and brought out a little something from my bag of tricks.
Holding it lightly, I touched it to the side of her stomach.

She drew in her breath,
sharply. “What is that?”

Chuckling, I refused to
tell her. “You have to guess.” I brought it down again and traced
a lazy circle around her belly button. She quivered at the touch.

“Ice!” she cried
out.

“Yes.” I dipped my
head toward her stomach and licked a small rivulet making its way
down her side. I traced the cube up and down her flat stomach,
following the path with my tongue. I’d cool her down, then warm her
right up.

“That’s…” She
panted, twisting as I made my way up her side. “It’s—”

“Cold?” I asked as
I brought the cube to the base of her breast and began to circle.
This I could do all day, the cube leaking and lubricating her
gorgeous, soft mound. The pants and sighs that came out of her parted
lips. The way the cold ice and my hot tongue combined to make her
nipples peak hard. Yes, this I liked.

“Is it too cold?” I
teased, making tighter circles, up now around her nipples. I loved
how her tips peaked, how much I knew they ached.

“Ash! It’s…ooh!”
she cried out as I brought the ice directly onto her sensitive tip.
Just when it verged on uncomfortable, I engulfed it in my hot, wet
mouth. “Ah!” she cried out as I sucked her in, licking, savoring
the feel of her.

“You taste so good,
Anika.” I iced and licked my way along her body, taking my time,
making the most of my exploration. Up at her neck, she shivered, then
gasped as I sucked and bit. Along her arms, I left a trail, around
her wrist ties. Shivers tremored through her, the heat and cold
assaulting, blending, confusing and arousing her senses.

Then I made my way
down. Her outstretched arms were nice, displaying her breasts. But
her outstretched legs were even better. What a feast.

I drew the ice along
her ankles, up her calves, up the insides of her thighs. I didn’t
have much of the cube left now, just a small patch of ice. Then
nothing. She panted, awaiting my next move.

“Are you ready?” I
asked, my voice turning husky at the sight of her sex. She’d
enjoyed my play. Her pussy glistened with arousal, flush and slick. I
couldn’t wait to take her even higher, but patience. Patience was
required.

I wrapped my hand
around the other kitchen toy. She squirmed as I neared her sex. I
took my time, settling on the bed, my face right up close to
paradise.

“You look so
delicious, Ana. So sweet. I want to lick every inch of you.” And
with that, I took the small, metal spoon out of the pot and drizzled
her inner thigh.

“What? Uh…” Ana’s
question dissolved like the honey I’d dripped onto her skin, her
words melting into a sigh of enjoyment. I painted her, like a
masterpiece, a small dab here, a light brushstroke here, all followed
by my tongue, all inching my way up her thighs.