“Uh-uh.” Ash caught my wrist in a firm grasp, scolding me. “I’m in control here.”
A thrill stole through me, my core heating at his words. I couldn’t have explained why, but he tapped into something deep when he did that. Some primal urge within me to be dominated and serve him.
“You might need another lesson in what it means to submit.” His words snarled in my ear and my nipples hardened at his suggestion. With anyone else, I’d want to knee them in the balls. With Ash, I wanted to cup and lick his balls, his cock, and suck down all of his come.
He turned off the water and led me out of the shower. He led me over to the door and swiftly swung it shut. On the back hung a bathrobe with a belt threaded through the loops.
“Take out the belt,” he said, releasing my hand.
I looked at him, unsure, but then stepped forward and did as he asked, taking out the terrycloth belt.
“Hand it to me. And turn around,” he commanded. I placed it in his outstretched palm, my fingers shaking slightly with anticipation.
“Put your hands behind your back.” He spoke roughly and I did as he asked, turned my back to him and bringing my hands behind me. He grasped my wrists and bound them with the tie from the robe. I knew what we were doing, that we were just playing around, but damn if I didn’t get wet from his domineering touch. It felt so hot and naughty, so rough and demanding.
Once my wrists were bound tight, he spun me around by my shoulders. “Now kneel.” He pointed to the small rug by the door.
My breath already coming in small pants, I slowly kneeled on the rug. Logically, I knew the whole point of this was to build up my arousal, but that didn’t stop me from feeling shy about how turned on I was. It wasn’t what good girls did, liking it when a man tied them up and made them kneel before them. But I loved it and my pussy already throbbed, slick and needy. I struggled, my inherent shyness still shocked at this new side of me, this wonton slut who got wet from serving. I’d never met her before, not in real life at least. Only in my late night fantasies.
“That’s it,” Ash praised me as I kneeled, naked, hands tied behind my back, my fingers brushing my ass. The way he had me bound, it forced my tits out, arching my back for him. I felt so exposed, sitting there, and already so slippery with arousal.
He took a step toward me, completely naked still from the shower. He looked so huge and powerful and male, muscles cording his thighs, rippling across his abdomen. And his cock. It was exactly at eye level, or even better, right at my mouth, and it stood out so hard and thick. I knew he’d just exploded not even an hour ago and yet here he was, ready to go again, so virile.
“You look so beautiful like this, Ana.” He brought a hand to my head, slicking back my wet hair. I leaned into his touch, loving his caress, his admiration.
“I want you to see yourself,” he told me. “Look in the mirror.”
Next to us was a full-length mirror. I did as he instructed, looking into our reflection, and it nearly took my breath away. The way I kneeled at his feet, my hands bound behind me, his hand at the back of my head, his cock standing out so huge and hard. I’d never seen anything so erotic. He embodied power, his tattoos winding up and down his muscles. A pearl of precome formed at the wide crown of his cock, his shaft thrusting up, demanding attention.
“Take me in your mouth.” His voice sounded deep and gravelly with need. Shy, I started with just the tip of my tongue, licking up from the bottom of his shaft. It was strange not being able to use my hands at all, but it felt so good, made me so wet. He groaned as I licked more, using my whole tongue to swirl and slick his length.
“Yes, so good. Look at yourself, Ana.” I kept licking as I looked at our reflection. A hot gush of arousal flooded my sex at the sight, my servicing him. Our eyes met in the mirror, his heavy-lidded and predatory as he spread his fingers along the back of my head, guiding my mouth along his cock.
“Mmm,” I moaned onto his cock as I traveled slowly, savoring his masculine feel, up to his thick tip and then down again to the sensitive underside of his cock under the head.
“Now open your mouth and suck me,” he commanded.
“Oh!” A sigh of arousal escaped my lips as I parted them obediently. My mouth slid down his tip, taking in the full width of his crown. He was so thick, so wide, and I had to work to open wide. I looked up at him lovingly. His cock jerked in my mouth in response as his eyes met mine.
“Ana, you’re so good,” he murmured. Then I started sucking, using my saliva and his precome to keep it slick, taking him in deeper and deeper. His cock was so amazing, so huge and thick. For a second I felt right at the point of gagging, but I closed my eyes and was able to relax my throat.
He groaned deeply in response as I took him all the way in to the hilt. “Fuck, Ana,” he growled, gripping my hair in his fist. I started to work him, sucking him down, in and out, my saliva wet and slick along his length.
“Look how sexy you are,” he ordered. In the mirror, out of the corner of my eye I could see my head bob up and down as I sucked his huge cock. I could see the evidence of my arousal, my nipples standing out hard and pebbled from the stimulation of serving him. His breathing grew heavier as he watched me work.
“I’m never letting you go, Ana,” he growled, fisting my hair so hard it almost hurt, but I relished it. I never wanted him to let me go. “You’re mine.”
My sex clenched in response, answering his declaration. I was his. And he was mine, mine to suck and savor until he nearly lost his mind. I wanted to drive him wild. I wished I could use my hands to cup and caress him, but they were bound behind my back, so I just had to suck as hard and wet and deep as I possibly could.
He began to buck his hips into my mouth, keeping me steady with his hand at the back of my head. It was hard to accommodate his need, but I wanted to so badly that I made it happen. I sucked and swirled my tongue hard around the underside of his crown. He groaned and I sucked harder, moaning with erotic pleasure to have him so deep down my throat. It satisfied something dark and secret in me, that fantasy place in my mind and body where I wanted to serve. I wanted to bring deep pleasure to a man. My man. The man I trusted enough to give myself to completely.
“Uh!” Ash threw back his head, his eyes closed. “I’m gonna come.” My pussy quivered in response, linked intimately to his pleasure. I took him in deep, sucking hard, wanting him to know I needed him to come down my throat. I needed to suck down everything he gave me, swallowing every last drop.
He groaned and with his free hand he grabbed onto my breast, holding me there hard. I felt so possessed, so commanded and it sent a thrill down my spine. His shaft pulsed and I tasted precome at his tip. Then, with a ferocious roar, he exploded deep down my throat. A rush of arousal consumed me as I sucked, milking every thrust from him, sucking and swallowing the masculine taste of him.
Slowly, I eased up, relishing his last shudder. Gently, I slid my lips down his sensitive shaft, warm and wet. Releasing him at last, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him with a smile, licking my lips to get every last drop of his come. He tasted so good.
“Christ, Ana. Are you trying to kill me?” He sank down onto the side of the tub, dropping his head into his hands.
“Shakespeare used ‘to die’ as a euphemism for coming.” You could take the librarian out of the library, but apparently even bound and naked she still spouted academic facts.
“Yeah. I’ve heard about that guy.” Ash nodded. “Come here.” He looked up at me, shaking his head. He reached out his hand and helped me up, then turned me around and gently untied my wrists. He pulled me down onto his lap.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he asked, burrowing his face in my neck. He drew me close, his hand to my hip, my thigh, up to my sex. “Wet,” he exhaled as he swept his fingers along my slick slit. “You’re wet from sucking me.”
His body grew tense again as he felt me, his bicep flexing, his broad chest hard as I leaned against him. I spread
my legs a bit so he could really feel me, see how wet I’d become from sucking his cock. I’d loved it.
He thrust a finger up inside of me and I moaned, closing my eyes. I felt both so relaxed and so turned on with him, open to whatever he had planned. I’d never played like this before, but it made me feel so good.
He groaned, slowly pushing his finger up inside of me, studying my reaction, then withdrawing. “I could play with you every second of every day.” In he plunged again and I moaned and pushed down on his hand, wanting more of him up inside of me. Wanting to feel sated. He kept feeding my hunger.
“But you need to eat.” He withdrew his finger from me.
Pouting, I said, “But I just ate.” I licked my lips, still tasting him on my tongue.
“And I’ll happily feed you that again. But I think you need more food. Let me fix you something. You should rest.”
He stood and led me to the bed. I followed him, languid, so warm and fluid.
“Why don’t you take a nap while I make something for you?”
“A nap?”
“I’ve got a lot more planned for you, Anika. You need your rest.”
Giving him a shy smile, I slid into the bed. My head sank to the pillow and he drew the covers up over me. Aroused and warm and sleepy, I nestled into the softness. I hadn’t realized it, but I was tired. It would feel good to nod off for a few minutes.
When I woke up, something smelled amazing. And I could hear Ash playing piano. That song we’d been working on together over the past couple of weeks, the haunting melody we kept elaborating on, elongating. I drew a blanket around me, still completely naked, and padded out to the piano.
He was lost in the music, eyes closed, playing as the storm raged behind him through the windows. It was hard to believe it was still snowing. We must be getting two feet of snow. I wanted it to keep snowing forever so we never had to leave. Time with Ash was too delicious, too precious. I didn’t want to share him with anyone else.
When I sat down by his side, he opened his eyes and smiled at me, but didn’t stop playing. I joined in. I had to, the music called to me, even as the blanket dropped down along my waist. I didn’t care if I was naked. I wanted Ash to see everything, know me completely. And I wanted the same with him.
We played together, revisiting the familiar chords, creating new ones. It was a haunting tune, one that stayed with you. I didn’t know how it fit with the kind of music The Blacklist typically made, but I knew he had to turn it into a song. It was clearly coming straight from his heart.
It felt so good to play with him, so free. All those years of practicing with a metronome, trying to make my fingers follow the notes as faithfully as possible, taking what others had written and trying to live up to other people’s standards. Now, with Ash, I could let the music flow through me.
He stopped playing at some point, I wasn’t sure when, but I kept going, feeling the way the tune should flow. It should grow deeper with more angst, then work toward a final resolution so sweet I could feel a tear at the corner of my eye. Then I felt Ash’s warm lips up at my cheek.
“That’s so gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing my jaw, my neck.
“I love this song you’ve written.” My fingers came off the keys to wind around his neck.