“Wider!” he thundered and I started at the intensity of his voice. He meant it. I moved my feet apart farther. The wider I got, the more I had to stand on my tiptoes because my wrists were bound. I spread them as far as I could, standing for him in front of the mirror under the light, parted legs, up on the balls of my feet.
“Good,” he praised me and there it was again, the flush of response to pleasing him. My pussy gushed with warm, wet joy when he pet me, when I pleased him. There was no fighting the response. It was how I was wired. I just hadn’t realized it until I met Ash. Ash tapped into it. It was Ash who dialed into me so intimately, teaching me aspects of myself I’d never known.
He brought one hand to my breast again, cupping it, holding me there firmly against his chest. Then he brought the other to my inner thigh, caressing it lightly.
“What am I going to find, Ana?” he teased me. I turned my head to the side, closing my eyes, biting my lip. He was going to find me soaking wet, that’s what he was going to find. I still hadn’t 100 percent accepted that this was who I was, that this was exactly the kind of sexual play I most craved. It wasn’t what good girls were supposed to want.
“Oh no, Ana. That’s not going to work,” he whispered low in my ear, keeping his fingers grazing my thigh, not up further, up where I quivered with need for him. “You know the rules. You have to watch.”
I swallowed. This was hard. He required so much. I had to give him everything.
“You need me to touch you, don’t you, Anika?” Oh, did I. My clit throbbed in response to his words and I whimpered with need. He knew exactly how to touch me, just how to tease me, then right when he needed to get rough. With his expert fingers, I could be coming full and fast and hard in seconds. “Tell me what you need?” he asked, his fingers still light, still not where I wanted them.
“Please, touch me, Ash. Please.”
“You need me to touch your clit?” He kept his voice controlled, his hand on my thigh light, but his hand on my breast grasped me hard and it made me moan.
“Yes!”
“You know what I require, Ana. You need to ask for it.”
“Please, touch my clit! Please, Ash! I need it.”
“Watch!” he commanded. I opened my eyes. He parted my folds and brought his thumb down right on the center of my slick, pink nub.
“Ah!” I screamed, watching him touch me right there, right where I was so slick with need.
“Look how wet you are.” He parted my sex and I could see it, how swollen and slippery I was for him. How much my body cried out for his. He plunged a finger up inside of me and it was hard to keep my eyes open, but I did it. I knew he’d want me to. And it was riveting to see him pleasure me in the mirror, one hand on my breast, the other sliding in and out of my pussy. My juices coated his fingers and they shone in the light, attesting to my desire. He slid along me, taking me higher, higher.
But then he withdrew, leaving me standing, panting, quivering, about to come but deprived.
“Ash!” I bit out, shuddering.
“See what you do to me?” He stood next to me and took his long, hard, thick cock in his hand. I groaned, licking my lips. He was so fucking huge.
“You’re so thick,” I murmured. I loved how wide he was, not just long but broad, too.
He stroked his length. “Do you like how I stretch you?”
“Yes,” I groaned, almost feeling him do it. It shattered me when he was inside me, drove every thought from my body. He filled me so completely.
“You feel so tight around my cock, Ana. I could fuck you all day.” I groaned in frustration as he drew his hand rhythmically up and down his cock. At first, he’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate his shaft, but now at his crown I could see drops of precome glistening. He swirled his fingers across the tip, then worked it down his full length, growing even bigger as he did it.
“Please!” I begged, shaking with need. I didn’t care anymore, didn’t care if I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be so turned on by this dominant play. I needed his cock. I needed him driving so deep inside of me, no condom, just him fucking me until I could feel every last drop of his come buried inside of me.
“You want this?” he asked, his voice thick with desire, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“Yes!” I cried out, pulling against my wrist restraints.
“You need to watch it all,” he warned me, pointing at the mirror. “If you want me to fuck you good, you need to watch me do it.”
“Ah!” I cried out, quivering, my desire literally dripping down my inner thigh. “Yes.”
Finally, he brought his hands to my hips. I stood on tiptoe, spreading my legs as far apart as I could, giving him as much access as I could manage. When I felt his thick tip at my wet entrance, I nearly came from the contact. I was right at the edge, panting.
In one, long, completely satisfying thrust, he parted me and shoved his cock all the way inside. I screamed, loud and long, my orgasm building up and cresting over me as he held onto my hips and began driving into me again and again.
“Watch!” he commanded in my ear. I looked sideways into the mirror and saw his large, firm hands guiding my hips, my breasts giggling and bouncing with each hard thrust. My wrists bound tight, my body was stretched out and held exactly where he could fuck me hardest. He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground, his thick, thighs corded with muscle, his ass flexing as he ground his cock into me over and over again.
The sight of him fucking me nearly made me come again, the way he owned me, controlled me. He brought a hand down to my clit and started rubbing me in rhythm with his strokes. He was supporting almost all of my weight now, assisted by the tie at the ceiling. I had nearly no strength left, all melted, molten desire quivering through me.
“See how you take me in? All of me.” I looked at his slick cock entering into me again and again, to the hilt, burying himself into me until his balls slapped against my pussy. He stretched me to the point of hurting, but I only wanted more.
“Are you going to come again, Ana, when I come in you?” He worked me like a giant beast, sweaty, pounding, controlling all of me.
“Yes!” I called out, every inch of my body responding to him, craving him, needing his seed deep inside of me. The feel of him tensing, tensing, then exploding inside of me released my own orgasm, bursting out from within, shimmering up and out through every limb. Gasping, screaming, I took in his come, my pussy clenching around him, milking out every drop.
“Ana,” he cried out my name, giving me his last shot of come, holding my body against his as I’d now lost any ability to stand. I collapsed against him, letting him support me, pull me close against him as if he couldn’t bear even the slightest amount of separation. We’d melted into each other.
I wasn’t completely aware of how he unbound me, or how he scooped me into his arms. I think I might have blacked out for a few moments from the intensity of the orgasm. When my eyelids fluttered open, I was pressed against his chest, held in his strong arms. He set me down on the large bathroom counter and took a soft, warm washcloth to my limbs.
“So beautiful, Ana.” He kept an arm supporting me as he cleaned me, gently washing off our mingled juices. Then he took my wrists in his hands and held them, warm and secure, working them, massaging. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?”
I shook my head no, unable to speak yet. I felt like I was floating on a warm cloud of fucking awesome, that’s how I felt. And nothing hurt, nothing at all.
“I still want you to take a couple of Advil. I’ve been rough with you. I can’t stop myself.”
I took the Advil he handed me and swallowed them down with water. Then I looked up at him and found some words. “I don’t want you to stop yourself.” I grinned up at him shyly.
He smiled back, then scooped me back into his arms. “You’re going to kill me.” He nuzzled into my hair, carrying me back into the bedroom, and then out into the main room of the cabin.
“We’ve got to get out of the bedroom or I’m going to try to fuck you again. And then I think we really both might hurt ourselves.”
I burst out laughing and he started in as well. We really were crazy for each other. Who knew the hazards of dangerous attraction? I certainly hadn’t experienced it before.
He found a soft blanket and wrapped it around me. “Here. I think it’s a necessary precaution.” I laughed again, enjoying the thought of my body like a weapon. I rather liked the idea of him finding me so devastatingly sexy. I could threaten him, “You’d better watch out, or I’ll get naked.”
I stood, wrapped in the blanket, and he surveyed me. “Shit, you still look fucking tempting.”
Behind him, I saw the answer to our problems. “You, go put on some pants.” I used my stern librarian voice on him. “Then meet me over at the piano.” He grinned and did as he was told.
If someone asked me how long we spent playing piano together that afternoon, I honestly wouldn’t have been able to answer. It could have been an hour. It could have been three. The snow swirled around us outside. The music swirled around us inside. Together, we created our own private world, conversing in the best language I knew.
We played each other bits of pop tunes we’d grown up with, singing along or belting it out as appropriate. Ash Black, shirtless and tousled with a day’s worth of stubble, singing Justin Bieber or Brittany Spears just about killed me. I had yet another moment of gratitude that no paparazzi were present to capture the performance. It would have gone viral in sixty seconds, and I would have been in it as well, half-naked. I had a feeling my just-fucked beehive of hair wasn’t as sexy as his black, reckless tumble, but with Ash alone, I didn’t care. He made me feel like the most gorgeous woman on the planet, so desirable I was hazardous to his health. Who needed stylists and makeup artists? Ash made me feel like a glorious incarnation of the goddess Aphrodite, brought back to life in the form of a piano-teaching librarian. Implausible, yes, but here it was happening right before my eyes.
“Play me something from way back. Like, one of the first songs you ever wrote.”
“Yeah?” He looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I want to hear it.”
“Even if it sucks?”
“Absolutely.”
He played me a basic tune, catchy and simple. I mostly listened, joining in when I could feel where.
And then he started singing. “You’re so hot, so hot, so hot. You’re so hot you melt my face off.”
“Um, what was that now?” I turned to him, unable to stop a smile from playing at my lips.
“Some early lyrics.” He grinned at me. “I told you I had some really sucky early stuff.”