“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 wanted 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.
“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.”
CHAPTER 5
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, lettin
g 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.
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