“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.