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, letting 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.

“I’m going to bind you, Anika.” As I spoke, I drew her arm down by her side. Then I pushed her leg up, bent at the knee, and brought her wrist to her ankle. Tied like that on both sides, she’d be forced up and open, made to offer herself to me. She’d be completely under my control as I sank my full cock deep into her slick hole, pounding her again and again.

“I’m tying your wrist to your ankle. Can you open like that for me?” She moaned as she spread her thighs wider, bringing her knee up to her side and her arm down right into position. I could see her pussy gleaming, slick with juices. She liked this very much.

Wrapping her with silk, over her wrist, around her ankle and back again, I fastened her there. Not so tight as to cause real discomfort, but enough to completely assert my dominance. I worked her other side in the same fashion, until I had both her legs up and bound by either side.

I stood up to survey my handiwork. She lay there, helpless and trembling, her pussy out swollen and wet. I could see her breathing hard, her soft pants letting me know she felt a mingled sense of vulnerability and arousal. “You look so beautiful like this, Anika. Displayed for me.”

I leaned over her, tracing my tongue along her earlobe, sucking and gently nibbling on her sensitive lobe. Whispering in her ear so she’d feel safe confessing everything to me, I asked, “Do you like submitting to me, Anika?”

“Yes,” she whispered back.

“Are you mine?” I asked.

“Yes,” she sighed as she said it, as if it came from a place deep inside of her.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Ana. I’m going to sink into you bare and fuck you hard. Are you ready?”

“Yes!” That yes was a cry of need, an urgent plea. I couldn’t wait any longer. I ripped off my jeans and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, her pussy at exactly the right height and angle. The bed was high so I could stand and have her exactly where I wanted her.

My cock stood out so engorged I didn’t think I’d ever seen it that big. Veins bulged down its thick shaft. Ana was so wet and she’d taken me in entirely before, but as I stood there with my swollen mushroom head at her entrance, I wondered for a second how she was going to do it. She was so much smaller than me and I was so huge. But she’d take me in. I knew she wanted to do it, every inch. She’d have to work to do it, but I wouldn’t rest until I got to sink all the way into her.

I pressed my crown into her entrance, sliding into her, spreading her wide. She was bound, fastened open, and she needed to be that wide to accommodate my size.

“Fuck!” I cried out. The feel of her wet, slick pussy closing tight around the tip of my bare cock just about did me in. I wanted to plunge straight into her, but for a second I worried I was going to come right then, blow it all, send my hot seed all over her pussy. I could picture it dripping out, and I could smooth it all over her, coat her sore ass with it, slick.

Damn it. I closed my eyes and told myself to focus. Breathe. I needed to control myself. She whimpered beneath me, partially I’m sure due to the feel of my filling her, stretching her entrance, but also from need. She needed this, too. She needed me to fuck her.

Slowly, going so slowly it nearly killed me, I eased my way into her. “Fuck, Ana!” I cried out as I eased into her tight hole. I kept going and going, inch by inch, eyes closed, until I buried myself into her all the way to the hilt. There, I stopped, overcome with the intensity of it, her hot, quivering pussy clenched slick and tight around my massive cock. If I died right then, I’d die a happy man.

But I didn’t die. I opened my eyes and saw my cock buried in the woman I loved, quivering and wet and bound beneath me, submitting to my dominance. Grabbing onto her hips, I eased my shaft out, then thrust into her all the way again.

“Ah!” she screamed, deep and throaty, and I could feel her pussy clenching and quivering around my cock.

“You need to come, baby?” I grunted out, sensing her deep, deep urge. She’d been so close from her spanking and then I’d made take herself even closer under my watchful eye in the kitchen. Now, with the feel of my possessing her, bare and raw, the way I filled her, she couldn’t take it. I knew that. I knew what she needed.

“Come!” I roared out, shoving my thick, fat, long cock deep into her wet hole, filling her completely. “Come on my cock!”

She did as she was told, good girl, screaming and shuddering, her pussy clenching and milking my cock as she came long and hard.

“Yeah, like that.” I fisted my hand in her hair and gave her a tug, letting her know who was riding her, who was fucking her. I was her man and I was giving it to her hard. I didn’t let her rest after her orgasm. I didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. I was a relentless man and I had needs. Just then, I needed to feel her come again.

“How’s that feel, my cock in you, bare? You like that?” I started fucking her hard and fast, wet and getting sweaty, my balls slapping against her clit as I pounded into her.

“Ugh! Uh!” Her guttural grunts were all I got in response. Her hands and ankles tied together, she couldn’t grab at me or kiss me. I towered over her, fucking her relentlessly, and she took it, every inch.

I’d never felt anything so good. If someone had asked me my name right then, I wouldn’t have known it. All I knew was Ana, her scent, her sounds, the way she fit me so perfect, the way I could feel the tension building, mounting, rising within me. How it would feel to let go, spill my seed deep inside of her, filling her up the way I’d wanted to do from the second I’d met her.

“I’m going to come in you!” I roared, pulling on her hair, grasping her hip hard with my fingers. I knew I was being rough with her, but she needed to feel it, how much I owned her, how much I possessed her. How much she belonged to me. How she always would.

“Are you going to take my come?”

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, begging for my come deep inside of her. I came in one long, strong thrust, gushing hot come so deep inside of her it felt like my world came apart. Her screams mingled with my roars and I felt her come again, her shudders and slick juices blending with my pulses as my come shot out again and again.

“Ah! Fuck!” I couldn’t stand up any more, my knees buckled and I braced myself on the bed, folding over her, my chest to hers. I wanted her like that, like a cave man, I wanted to stand over her and hold her to me naked in our snowed-in shelter.

Somehow, I found the coherence to reach down and untie her restraints. First one side, then the other, then I drew her to me tight, bringing us both up to the top of the bed. We sank down onto the pillows, not even bothering with covers. We were too heated up, anyway, slick with sweat and our own fluids, panting and completely spent.

I think Ana might have fallen asleep before her head touched the pillow. I’d heard that expression before, but never seen it in action. She pretty much passed out, but I will say that she had an extremely satisfied smile on her face. I’d fucked my woman good.

I drew her to me, scooping her softness against my hardness, my eyes closing as well. Because she was asleep, I could whisper my confession to her. Something I didn’t think I’d said once in my adult life. Seemed like a good place to start, with the other party fast asleep. She couldn’t hear me. So, lying in the darkness, the snowstorm raging outside, I could tell her.

“I love you,” I whispered into her hair just before I joined her in sound sleep.

The next day, I woke to Ana’s soft ass pressing into my thigh. Yeah, that was a good way to wake up. Lazy, I circled my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me. She sighed in her sleep, and we dozed off again for who knows how long.

Later on, we both opened our eyes and had no idea what time it was. Ana’s stomach let out a loud growl.

“Sorry!” She burst out laughing, bringing her hands down to her stomach.

“No, I’m hungry too!” I felt bad. Here I was starving her, all in service to my lustful needs. I reached over and turned around the clock on the bedside table. Close to noon. What day was it again?

“Is it the third?” Ana asked. Clearly she was feeling the same disorientation.

I nuzzled into her neck. “I think so. You want pasta or eggs?”

She laughed again. I liked the sound of her laughter nearly as much as her desperate screams when she came. Nearly. “You know I could probably make us something. Maybe some pancakes. And bacon.”

“Bacon? Do you know how to cook bacon?” Just when I thought she couldn’t get any better.

Her laughter pealed out once again. “It’s not hard.”

“Yes, bacon. Man wants bacon.” She swatted me and sadly pulled away and into the bathroom. This was all so new for me. Somehow overnight I’d gone from the guy who kicked everyone out ASAP to the guy lying in bed smelling the pillow where his girl had just laid her head.

OK, now. Time to get a grip. I sat up and gave my head a shake. When she headed out of the bathroom, I headed in, pausing to put a regretful hand on her covered shoulder.

“What’s this? A robe?” Did she really have to bother with clothing? Seemed a shame.

“Naked cooking.” Ana shook her head no, making a face as if she were tasting something sour. “Bad idea. But…” She looked up at me, a teasing light in her eyes. “You can take it off of me after we eat.”

“Deal.” I’d settle for that. And spring wood at the mere suggestion of getting her naked again. I had it bad.

In the kitchen, Ana hummed and bustled about, her hair up in a messy bun, tendrils escaping around her shoulders. The robe parted nicely along her chest, giving me glimpses here and there of her generous curves and swells. I insisted on brewing coffee and scrambling eggs. A man liked to feel useful.

She used her magic wand to make us blueberry pancakes and bacon. She kept exclaiming with delight over her finds in the pantry and fridge.

“Organic heavy cream!” She’d pull something-or-other out and cluck over it. I guessed our caretaker had done a good job stocking up.

“I mean, who has fresh raspberries to make it through a snowstorm in January?”

“Nothing but the best for you, my dear. I promise you shall always have fresh raspberries in the middle of January storms.”

She smiled at me, shyly, then turned her attention to flipping pancakes. Sooner or later, we were going to have to talk about it. The fact that this was all supposed to end in a week.

But outside the snow still came swirling down. It looked lighter today and I could see some blue in the sky, but the wind blew strong, creating massive drifts. The entire landscape looked transformed, as if we were in an arctic ocean, a ship adrift amidst the snowy waves. We still had more of this, together, more time outside of time, where reality couldn’t touch us.

Because reality might bite. Out on a stage, in front of the cameras, I had all the swagger money could buy. Here with Ana, the thought of asking her how she felt about us, about me? I didn’t like to admit it, but it scared the shit out of me. This might all be a romp for her, a walk on the wild side and nothing more.

I couldn’t imagine how destroyed I’d feel if she wanted to end things. So, instead of worrying about that outcome, I devoted myself to seduction. A win/win. I’d get more of Ana. She’d get more orgasms. It was a match made in heaven.

We ate together on a loveseat in the den, looking out into the snowstorm that would not end.

“I hope everyone’s safe in all this.” She looked out into it with a worried frown on her lovely face.

“You are a much better person than I am.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m selfish. All I can think is I hope it never stops.”

“You don’t really mean that.” She shook her head, looking away.

“I do.” I set my plate on the floor and wrapped my arm around her, drawing her close. We sat like that, looking out into the storm, each of us lost in our private thoughts. But slowly I could feel whatever tension she’d been holding relax from her as she settled back against me.

“How do you feel today?” I asked, running my hand along her arm. I circled my fingers along her wrist, remembering how I’d bound her yesterday. “Are you sore?”

“I feel good, but, um, yeah, I am kind of sore.”

“You need a bath.” I stood up, cursing myself that I hadn’t thought of it sooner. I should have made sure she was all right last night even before she went to sleep, but we’d both passed out so completely.

“It’s nothing to worry about.” She blushed, looking awkward. She must be remembering all we’d done last night. What I’d done to her. What she’d let me do and loved.

“Come on.” I grasped her hand firmly in my own and helped her up. I didn’t want her sinking into anxiety or embarrassment over what we’d shared. She shouldn’t regret a second of it, and I’d do my best to keep her at ease. “I’d take you into the hot tub, but it’s still coming down out there. Let’s draw a bath in the tub.”

I had it filled quickly, warm steam rising from the surface. I eased the robe down off her shoulders and saw faint bruising on her hip from where I’d sunk my fingers into her last night. I was a bastard. I needed to make her feel better.

Stepping into the bath, I raised my hand to her and helped her in as well. It was a giant tub, more than big enough for the both of us. Resting against the back of the tub, I settled her between my legs and drew her back against my chest. She exhaled deeply, closing her eyes, sinking into the warmth. With a soft washcloth, I began caressing her limbs, working slowly, working any tension out of her, soothing every inch of her with my touch. I moved gently, wanting to make her feel cherished, cared for, adored.

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.” Her words rose light like the steam around us.

“What?” I knew I sounded tense while she sounded playful. But what did she want me to tell her?

She repeated herself. “And I mean it, something you’ve never told anyone before.”

Huh. I rested my head back against the tub. I’d done lots of bad, stupid shit in my life. But that didn’t feel like what I wanted to talk about right now. It wasn’t that I wanted her to think I was perfect. Far from it. I wanted her to know me, really know me, like no one ever had before.

That was it. I cleared my throat. “So, you know why I became a musician?”

“No?” She sounded delighted by the question.

“Well, it’s because I sucked at absolutely everything else.” She laughed, assuming I was joking. “No, really,” I continued, remembering myself vividly back then as an awkward, skinny, un-athletic thirteen-year-old. “I was a train wreck.”

“Really?” She twisted around to look up at me, as if she half-expected me to break into a smile and tell her I was just kidding around. I had to be crazy to not do just that. I’d devoted a lot of energy to leaving those days behind me, way, way behind me. But with Ana I wanted to tell her everything, let her get to know the real me. Not the image, not everything that had been carefully cultivated. The me I tried desperately to hide. I’d been so worried when I’d first became famous about photos circulating, ones from middle school. So painfully awkward.

“At 13 I was almost this height, but I weighed about 50 pounds less.”

“No.”

“Yes. And we moved to England, after my parents divorced.”

“You lived with your grandmother?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t help it. I could feel my voice grow tense even as I wanted to talk with her about all of it.

“Why didn’t you live with your mom?”

I fell silent for a moment. I never talked about this shit. I mean never. I sort of didn’t know how to begin. So I just began. “When I was around 11 it came out that my dad had cheated on my mom right after she’d had my older brother, Colton. She found out he had a son from the affair, with some woman out in Montana. It wasn’t the first time my dad had cheated on her, but that was it. She was done. I didn’t know what was happening so much at the time, but she basically had a breakdown.”

What I remembered most was the silence, how quiet our house got. Where before it had always been filled with the noisy chatter and play of four kids plus mom and sometimes dad, after he moved out it was like all the lights and sound got turned down real low. She always had a migraine. We always had to whisper. She leaned on Colton the most.

“Anyway.” I pulled myself out of the pain, remembering I was supposed to be talking to Ana about it.

“You don’t have to tell me if it’s too painful.” She placed a comforting hand my wrist.

“No, I want to. So, my father left, my mother fell apart and the four of us were packed off to my grandmother’s in England. I was 12 when I got sent off to boarding school and I sucked at everything.”

“Not everything.” Ana shook her head.

“Yeah, everything. I couldn’t sit still in school. I could barely read.”

“You’re dyslexic,” she protested on my behalf.

“Yeah.” I laughed without humor. “That wasn’t so much something British schoolmasters cared about back then.”

“Well, I think they suck.”

I kissed her on the head, grateful for her indignation on my behalf. “I absolutely agree. But, back then, I sucked at school. I sucked at sports. I looked like a praying mantis.”

“Ash,” Ana chided me, thinking I was being too hard on myself.

“It’s true,” I insisted. “I hated everyone. Everyone hated me. And then I met Connor. He played bass and one day he invited me along to this storage shed at the back of campus where he had a couple of amps and a spare guitar.” I shook my head, remembering that day. It had felt as if, after a lifetime of being surrounded by people speaking a different language, I’d finally found the right words.

“And the rest is history,” Ana supplied for me.

“The rest is history.” I wrapped my arms around her tight.

“I’m so sorry you ever felt so worthless.” She circled her arms around mine and turned to kiss me on the shoulder. “You’re so amazing.”

I rested my head next to hers, at a loss for words. Until I decided that she owed me.

“OK, your turn.”

“What?” She looked up at me.

“Your turn to tell me something no one knows.”

“Hmmm.” She brought her hand to her chin. “OK. But it’s not really as dramatic as yours.”

“That’s all right.”

“It’s pretty nerdy.” She hesitated.

“I just explained to you that deep down I’m a huge nerd.”

“Well,” she began hesitantly. “When I was in high school, I used to lie to my parents.”

“That’s unacceptable,” I teased her, shaking my head.

“Ash.” She swatted my knee.

“No, I’m sorry,” I continued. “Everyone has their limit and that’s mine, lying to your parents. You just crossed it.”

“OK, shut up.”

“All right.” I happily agreed.

“So, Wednesday afternoons in high school I would tell them I was going to this literature club at school.”

“Yup, sounds believable.”

“I said we read Russian classics. Tolstoy, Lermontov, Dostoevsky.”

“But you weren’t really doing that, were you?” I had a feeling I might like this story. Naughty Anika.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Are you blushing?” I twisted and leaned forward to look at her face. It was hard to tell in the warm water of the tub, but she looked flushed.

“Maybe,” she consented.

“I’m so intrigued. What did naughty teenage Anika do when she told her parents she was reading Russian literature? Smoking in the girls’ room?”

“No.”

“Trying on slutty clothes at your slutty girlfriend’s house? And sometimes, when it was just the two of you—”

“Sorry, Ash,” she cut me off. “No girl-on-girl action in this story.”

“Damn it.”

She laughed. I loved how her breasts jiggled when she did it. I felt my cock stir, so I shifted to the side. I wanted to hear her story.

“Don’t tell me you had a secret boyfriend who took you riding on his motorcycle?” I asked, not liking the idea one bit.

“No.”

“Good. I’d have to beat the crap out of him.”

“I was too scared of those kinds of guys.”

“Until you dated me and completely wrapped me around your little finger.” I picked her hand up out of the water and kissed her pinky. Then her palm. But, wait, I wanted to hear her story. “So what were you doing instead of literature club?”

“Right, so,” She shook her head, as if my kisses had distracted and clouded her thinking as well. I loved how easily we revved each other up, so quick to spark. “I told my parents I was reading great literary works from our Russian heritage. But really I’d sneak to the town library and go down to the basement and read romance novels.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’d even wear a baseball cap when I snuck into the library so no one would know it was me.”

“Did that work?”

“No, I’m totally sure the librarians knew it was me. I was there every Wednesday and we had a town of a few thousand total. But it added to the clandestine drama.”

“I don’t know what clandestine means.”

“Secret. Hidden.”

“Right.”

“Oh, Ash, it’s such a gorgeous library. It’s the fourth oldest in the state of New York!” Man, I had fallen for such a nerd, and I loved it so much.

“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You lied that you were in a book club so you could go read books.”

“Yeah, but not good books. Trashy books.”

“You’re so naughty,” I whispered down into her ear. “Tell me about these kinds of books you liked.”

“I liked naughty kinds.” She laughed, sounding slightly nervous.

“Hmm. Now I like this story more.”

“I loved historical romances with pirates and warriors.”

“Shirtless pirates and warriors,” I confirmed, thinking of the classic dime store romance novels I’d seen growing up. I pictured that long-haired model on the cover. Was his name Fabio?

“Absolutely. You wouldn’t put a shirt on these men. It would be a crime.”

“I don’t wear shirts.” What, was I feeling jealous of romance novel heroes?

“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.

“Take a good look at yourself,” I commanded her, trailing my fingers along her outstretched arms. “Do you see how good you look like this?”

Her breath started coming faster as she grew more turned on. She liked the sight of herself bound, tied there for me.

“I can do what I like with you, Ana.” I reached down and drew circles around her breasts. Then I trailed a lazy hand down my stomach. “Part your legs for me.”

She drew them apart as much as she could, needing to stand on tiptoes to do it well.

“Nice,” I praised her, stroking her quivering flanks as she strained to keep her position. “I like how hard you’re working to please me.”

She moaned softly between her parted lips. “I think we need another light on, don’t you?” I left her for a moment to flick on yet another light, this one illuminating her more directly. She bit her lip and looked down and away, seeming to feel ashamed by the exposure.

Swiftly, I went to stand behind her again and caught her chin in my hand.

“Ana, you watch everything I do to you. Do you understand me?” She nodded her head, wide-eyed, still held firmly in my grasp.

“I have a lot planned,” I told her. “And I want you to watch every second of it.”