Undone, Volume 3

“You can scream, Ana.” I licked at her collarbone, trailing fingers along her outstretched arms. “You can yell at the top of your lungs. No one will hear you.”

“Ash!” She cried out as I captured one of her erect, aroused nipples between my teeth, biting down just enough to make it burn so good. I palmed her breast, feasting on her, sucking hard, then light, then just a whisper of a lick around her nipple as she panted and quivered. I loved how she responded to me, so intense, so real. I’d had many more practiced partners, women who knew all the moves and used their talents with the utmost expertise. None of them even came close to the seductive power of Ana’s innocence, her shocked, parted lips, and the desire that led her to overcome her inhibitions. The struggle she had within her, the doubts, overcome with her own physical need.

And the trust she put in me. She’d chosen me to do this to her, with her. She might not see herself as a gorgeously sexy seductress, but, trust me, she was. She had to have men hitting on her every second of the day. She was just so sweet and chaste she probably didn’t realize it, probably turned them down without even realizing she’d had a proposition in front of her.

But she’d said yes to me. At first, because of the children’s library funding. OK, I remembered that. But nothing in our agreement specified this kind of an arrangement. This was entirely of her choosing. And, yes, technically now she was tied down now and at my mercy, but she knew I’d end it in a heartbeat if she wanted me to stop.

She didn’t want me to stop. She was writhing and struggling but loving every second of it. She wanted to be tied down to my bed, at the mercy of my nasty, dirty plans for her all night long. Alone with me, snowed in and at my mercy.

“You can scream when you come, Ana,” I whispered, trailing my tongue down her stomach. Slowly, so slowly. She moaned, and I could tell she felt impatient. If she weren’t tied down, she’d fist her hands in my hair. She’d push my mouth down right where she wanted it.

But she was tied down. I’d tied her tight.

“It will be our little secret,” I continued, down now at her hips. Large fingers over her smooth skin, I worshipped her curves, feathering kisses down her thighs, along the inside. Her ankles were bound at either side to the bedposts.

She closed her eyes and I could tell she felt suddenly shy at her complete and total exposure. She couldn’t move. She had nowhere to go, no way to hide her desire. I could see every inch of her arousal, all of her sex bared to me. She was dripping for me, her swollen clit aching with need, throbbing and begging for my attention. Yet still, I could tell she was holding back.

“Here in this cabin, you can let yourself go, Ana. Be my little slut. Let me do all the things to you you’ve wanted. What you’ve fantasized about. You can let me know how much you love it. You can scream and come and show me how much you want it, how much you’ll beg for it. No one will ever know.”

“Yes.” She panted, beyond reason, beyond words. “Yes, please.” My lips were so close now, inches away from her sex. My tongue, so hot, so wicked, so close. I wanted her to imagine it, desire it, fantasize about how good it would feel when I finally feasted on her.

“Ana,” I exhaled in satisfaction. “So wet.” Reverently, I brought my fingers to her slick slit, lightly sliding them along, exploring where she was spread for me, aching and ready. “Surrender to me, Ana. The way you know you want to.”

Her head bucked back, her throat bare. A raw groan escaped her parted lips as my mouth finally came down, hot and full, on her drenched, exposed pussy.

She tasted so sweet, so perfect, I groaned into her, licking, sucking. She screamed as I did it, losing herself, the final contact after so much lead-up.

But then I stopped.

“You don’t get to come, yet, Ana.” Her eyes fluttered open wide and she looked at me, disbelieving I’d left her. She was so close. I knew she was. But I wanted her blindfolded when she finally got her reward.

In the closet, I removed a silk band. Scarlet, it would look so good against her skin, the deep red of her lips parted below it. She watched me, brimming with nervous anticipation and arousal.

“Close your eyes for me, baby,” I coaxed her, leaning over to fasten the band of silk around her eyes. I didn’t tie it tight enough to make her uncomfortable, just enough to take away her sense of sight. Her other four senses would be heightened with its removal. She’d still be able to taste my mouth as I sought out her own. She’d become all the more aware of the scent of our desires, hers so feminine, the ying to my yang. Every pant, every breath would ring in her ears. And my favorite, of course, touch. Every feathered brush against her exposed, sensitive skin would rock her to her core.

Making sure the blindfold was secure, I stood up and walked out of the room.

“Are you leaving?” she called out, anxiety flooding her voice.

“Not for long,” I both reassured and teased her. I wanted her to anticipate, wonder, even feel a shiver of nerves down her spine. It all heightened the intensity of her experience.

I came back soon, as promised. I’d picked up a couple things in the kitchen.

“How’re you doing?” I asked as I returned.

“Well, I’m kind of tied up right now.”

I loved this girl. She wanted to joke around? I wanted to see what she thought of what I had in my hand.

I sat at the side of the bed and brought out a little something from my bag of tricks. Holding it lightly, I touched it to the side of her stomach.

She drew in her breath, sharply. “What is that?”

Chuckling, I refused to tell her. “You have to guess.” I brought it down again and traced a lazy circle around her belly button. She quivered at the touch.

“Ice!” she cried out.

“Yes.” I dipped my head toward her stomach and licked a small rivulet making its way down her side. I traced the cube up and down her flat stomach, following the path with my tongue. I’d cool her down, then warm her right up.

“That’s…” She panted, twisting as I made my way up her side. “It’s—”

“Cold?” I asked as I brought the cube to the base of her breast and began to circle. This I could do all day, the cube leaking and lubricating her gorgeous, soft mound. The pants and sighs that came out of her parted lips. The way the cold ice and my hot tongue combined to make her nipples peak hard. Yes, this I liked.

“Is it too cold?” I teased, making tighter circles, up now around her nipples. I loved how her tips peaked, how much I knew they ached.

“Ash! It’s…ooh!” she cried out as I brought the ice directly onto her sensitive tip. Just when it verged on uncomfortable, I engulfed it in my hot, wet mouth. “Ah!” she cried out as I sucked her in, licking, savoring the feel of her.

“You taste so good, Anika.” I iced and licked my way along her body, taking my time, making the most of my exploration. Up at her neck, she shivered, then gasped as I sucked and bit. Along her arms, I left a trail, around her wrist ties. Shivers tremored through her, the heat and cold assaulting, blending, confusing and arousing her senses.

Then I made my way down. Her outstretched arms were nice, displaying her breasts. But her outstretched legs were even better. What a feast.

I drew the ice along her ankles, up her calves, up the insides of her thighs. I didn’t have much of the cube left now, just a small patch of ice. Then nothing. She panted, awaiting my next move.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice turning husky at the sight of her sex. She’d enjoyed my play. Her pussy glistened with arousal, flush and slick. I couldn’t wait to take her even higher, but patience. Patience was required.

I wrapped my hand around the other kitchen toy. She squirmed as I neared her sex. I took my time, settling on the bed, my face right up close to paradise.

“You look so delicious, Ana. So sweet. I want to lick every inch of you.” And with that, I took the small, metal spoon out of the pot and drizzled her inner thigh.

“What? Uh…” Ana’s questi

on dissolved like the honey I’d dripped onto her skin, her words melting into a sigh of enjoyment. I painted her, like a masterpiece, a small dab here, a light brushstroke here, all followed by my tongue, all inching my way up her thighs.

“I’m wondering, which is sweeter?” I murmured. “The honey, or you?” I stroked her thighs and she parted even more. Bound as she was, she still had a few inches of movement available to her and she used them to offer herself up even more to me. I could play with her all day. In fact, I’d do just that.

“There’s only one way to find out.” And with that, I drizzled some honey right along her slit. Then I brought my tongue to her seam, licking all along her slick entrance, a growl of pleasure forming deep in my chest.

“Oh, it’s you, Ana. So good.” I forced myself to take my time, not bury myself in her and tongue-fuck her hard until she came. The point of all of this was to take my time, torment her, but that only worked if I actually took my time.

I brought my fingers to her sex and pet her, stroked her and she moved with me, arching her hips and moaning. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes!” she cried out, turning her head to the side. Her voice already sounded raw with need. With my fingers, I parted her folds. Her clit looked so ripe, swollen and glistening. It needed some attention.

Carefully, gently, I took the small spoon and doled out some thick, syrupy honey directly onto her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her body tensing as I did it, at my mercy.

Slowly, I leaned down and blew gently against her clit. She writhed in the sensation. Then, I brought my tongue to her and licked, swirled, savoring her like the most delicate, delicious dessert.

“Ash!” she cried out, trembling, pulling at her restraints, already close to orgasm.