“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.