Undone, Volume 3 (4 page)

“There’s a whole
other kind of pleasure, Ana. Pleasure I want to introduce you to. But
it comes from restraint.”

My mouth opened into a
pant when he said the word. I didn’t know what he meant by it, but
it conjured up visions, fantasies I’d had of being taken,
controlled, bound. Was that what he meant?

He had one arm around
me, under my head. He brought his large, rough palm to the top my
chest, right at the base of my neck. The other hand he trailed along
my curves, up, up, until he cupped my breast. I stilled under his
touch, hyper-aware of it in the dark, wanting it so much more.

“Look down at your
breast, Anika.” I looked down, my mouth agape with arousal. Even in
the dim light I could see the contrast of our skin, my soft breast
pale in his calloused fingers. “Keep your hand down at your side.”
I hadn’t realized it, but my hand had started to inch over, closer
to the inside of my thighs. I was so horny. I wanted to touch myself.
He’d liked watching me do that once. I could make myself come so
quickly, I knew I could. But right now, he wouldn’t let me. And for
some reason that sent a new flood of heat straight to my sex.

“I want you to look
down and watch me touch you. But do not move. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I moaned my
response, quiet, hushed, my attention rapt and fixed on his
movements. He had long, dexterous fingers and he used them with the
utmost skill, stroking, cupping, massaging. But he didn’t touch my
nipples, my aching, peaked buds thrust up and begging for his
attention. He must see how stiff they had become. He’d played with
my nipples before so he knew what an erogenous zone they were for me,
how his touch sent a direct, electric charge straight to my clit. But
he didn’t touch them. He gave love and attention to every inch of
my breasts but not my aching, throbbing, stiff nipples. Why? A
whimper escaped my parted lips.

He growled down into my
neck, grabbing my breast harder. I sucked in my breath. His claim on
me felt so good. “Are you thinking about what you want, Ana?” He
stroked, teased, circled, but did not touch where I needed him most.
I nodded my head yes.

“You’re thinking
about how good it feels when I touch your nipples, aren’t you? When
I kiss.” He brought his lips to my shoulder and used his full, warm
lips to kiss me there, reminding me how good it would feel. I moaned
and shivered with need. “When I lick.” He licked me, long and
slow, and I could feel how it would be on my sensitive, aching tips.

“When I suck.” Oh
God, now he was sucking on my shoulder and I could feel my pussy
tighten, a quivering, throbbing pleasure shooting up inside of me. In
a low, wicked voice, he added, “When I bite.” He sank his teeth
into my shoulder. I gasped and I swear I almost came, almost had an
intense orgasm from the feel of that pain, imagining what sweet
relief it would be if he sank his teeth into my nipple, right where
it hurt, right where it would shoot such sensation, such pleasure
directly to my sex.

He pulled back, took
his hand off my breast, but still held me against him. He trailed one
finger along my hip again, and I came down off the edge of my
near-orgasm. Still panting, still throbbing, still without relief.

“Do you see how the
mind is a powerful aphrodisiac? You almost came right from thinking
about what you wanted me to do to you. Didn’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I admitted,
still surprised myself how close he’d taken me. All from his
suggestive words. And his denying me what I most wanted.

“There’s so much
need in you, Ana. So tightly coiled.” He pressed his palm against
my lower abdomen and I moaned, knowing he was right. He caressed my
hips, my inner thighs. I parted for him, hoping he’d stroke me,
wanting him to run his fingers along my slick slit. But he kept
talking instead.

“I want to tap into
that desire, Ana.”

“I think you have.”
I had to laugh. Did the man think he hadn’t turned me on? He’d
given me more orgasms in the past week than I may have had in my
entire life. They were certainly more intense than any I’d ever had
before. But wait, there was more?

“We’ve been
enjoying each other, Ana. But there’s more. There’s so much
more.”

I closed my eyes,
wanting to believe it was true, but unable to imagine it. He already
thrilled me so much. In the dark, he slid his hand along my hip and
around my leg. Along the inside of my thigh, he stroked his rough
fingers, parting my legs, making me moan.

“Does that feel
good?” he asked in a low murmur.

“Mmmm.” My eyes
still closed, I let the sensations cascade over me. I purred under
his touch. I wanted to push back against him, wanted to reach my hand
back and grasp his cock. I could feel him up against me, the long,
masculine steel of him. He was so close.

But he’d told me not
to move my hand, so I kept it on my upper thigh. It almost drove me
crazy to not slide it back further. Inches away, I could grasp him in
an instant. I knew he’d like it. He’d make that hiss of pleasure
and I’d feel his thick shaft, the male length of him growing even
harder in my hands.

“You want to touch
me, don’t you?” Ash asked. I bit back my frustration and a
whimper sounded low in my throat.

“You want to wrap
your hand around my cock. And you’re so good at it, Ana. You make
me so hard.” He pressed his shaft against the soft flesh of my ass
and I almost cried out in frustration. Why was he torturing me?
Torturing us?

“How does it feel to
hold back, Ana?” His breath hot on the nape of my neck, the
question felt so intimate. There in the dark, just the two of us, I
felt like I could be completely honest.

“Frustrating.
Confusing. But…” I panted, fire licking up my thighs where he
touched me, desire throbbing in my core. “I’m so turned on.”

“Yes.” He stroked
me, finally up at my slit. With two of his long fingers, he drew them
across my pussy. “I can feel you are.” I could tell I was
dripping wet, the way he slid against me, so slick, so easy. That’s
how it would be if he finally moved his cock against me, finally
brought it to my entrance, finally entered me. So slick and hot and
easy.

“You want, but you
can’t have, Ana. Not yet. How does that make you feel?” He
pressed against my swollen clit and I moaned, desperate for it.
Filled with wanting. He began stroking me in a rhythm, still slow,
but building, building. “Tell me how you feel, Ana.”

“Please, Ash,” I
called out, not above begging. He knew exactly how to touch me to
break down all my defenses.

“Some of this desire,
Ana? It’s from wanting but being denied. Being so close but not
able to get it.” I could feel his cock pressing into me and that
was exactly it. His nearness, his need so close to my own but not
released, not unleashed.

Suddenly he grasped my
wrist and brought is up behind my back, pressed into the center. It
didn’t hurt, but it surprised me and I gasped. The feel of it, how
he held me, hard, twisting my arm up behind me.

“Now I’m
controlling you, Anika. I’m restraining you, binding your arm back.
Do you see how you’re more vulnerable now?”

I opened my eyes and
saw it, how large he was behind me, how securely he had me fastened,
how very naked I was and how erotic it looked as he forced me to arch
my back into him, my breasts and aroused nipples thrust up into the
air.

“How does it feel
with me in control?”

I groaned at his words,
but more from the feel of it. To be ensnared by him, trapped, at his
mercy, in the dark. It got me, deep. A tense coil of desire unfurled
within me, draining thought from my mind, leaving me panting with
need.

“So slick, so wet for
me, Ana.” His fingers found my sex once again, plunging in me deep,
then slowly drawing against my clit. “Holding you here like this, I
can play with you all I like. I decide how I want you, how long I
take with you.”

“Ah,” I gasped,
overwhelmed with the feel of it. He consumed every sense.

“That’s it,
surrender. Surrender to how good it feels. Surrender to me.” His
words spun a spell around me, entrancing my senses, leaving me unable
to think, only to feel, to sense, to love every second of it.

“Let me control your
pleasure, Ana,” he coaxed me, his wicked fingers stroking,
thrusting. I felt so warm and liquid under his touch. “I want you
to think about what you fantasize about when you touch yourself, Ana.
Picture your most secret fantasies. The ones you surrender to when
you’re alone in bed, late at night. The fantasies you feel guilty
about having. The ones that are wrong.”

Oh, his words were so
wicked, so sinful, wrapping themselves around me as his fingers
stroked, parting me, plunging into me. How did he know I had dark
fantasies? The kinds of things I only allowed myself to think about
as I brought myself to orgasm, when I stroked myself late at night. I
had never voiced them aloud. But I fantasized about being dominated,
controlled, possessed. Bound.

“The next few days,
we’re going to be trapped here in this cabin. Snowed in. It will be
our private world, just the two of us. No one ever has to know what
we do.”

I quivered at his
words, my core liquid fire. I couldn’t believe what he was saying.
My breath came fast.

“Give yourself to me,
Anika.” His fingers stroked as his voice coated me in velvet
seduction. “Surrender to me.”

I moaned, close to
coming, close to overflowing with his stroking, his coaxing.

“It will be our
secret, Ana. Let me possess you, bind you, control you the way no one
ever has. Let me release the pleasure in you. More than you’d ever
dreamed.

“Yes, Ash!” I cried
out, wanting every word he said, craving him, all of it.

“You have to trust
me, Ana. Give yourself over to me. Give me total control. Can you do
that? Can you let yourself be completely vulnerable?”

“Yes.” The word
escaped from me, needing to be released. Trusting him, giving myself
over to him was my instinct, my need. I couldn’t not do it.

“I can’t wait to
learn your fantasies, Ana. To discover them together.” There in the
dark, the snow swirling around us, cut off from the world, I was
ready to let it all go. I was ready to let him lead me wherever he
wanted. I knew I’d love wherever he took me.

“But not tonight,”
he said, withdrawing his hand, gently bringing my arm down and back
along my side. “Tonight you need to rest.”

Gentle, soothing, he
drew the sheet up over me, smoothed the down comforter up and over my
shoulders.

“Ash?” He’d taken
me so close, right up to the edge, and I still buzzed, still hummed
with need. But I could also feel the drowsiness, the languorous
slumber pulling at me, reaching me in deep.

“It’s going to take
a lot of energy, what I have planned. I want you to be fully
present.” He stroked my hair as he spoke, arranging the pillows for
my comfort.

“I can’t wait to
drive you stark raving mad with pleasure. But tonight I want you to
go to sleep. You’ve been through a lot. You need to rest.”

The pulse, the throb
between my legs, I didn’t know if I could. One touch down there and
I could bring myself to orgasm, give myself satisfaction.

As if he could read my
mind, he added with a wicked smile, “But don’t touch yourself. I
know you’re slick with need. I want you to fall asleep like that,
let it bring you dreams, spinning out your fantasies. Heightening
your anticipation.”

Heavy under the covers,
I could already feel it happening. My eyelids dropped, my limbs sank
into the mattress.

“That’s it, Ana.”
He leaned down and kissed my hair. “So sweet. Sleep now.” Sleep
drifted over me, like the snow outside, piling up and covering me in
a thick, heavy, restful blanket.

Ash

The next morning, Ana
slept and slept while the storm raged on. Outside, I could see
nothing but white. I turned on the weather channel and learned we
were in for more of the same all day. Tomorrow it was supposed to
start subsiding, but not abruptly. The storm would taper, leaving in
its wake up to two and a half feet of snow in some parts of the
mountains.

Like our part. We were
officially snowed in. The property’s caretaker had done an
excellent job in the short time frame I’d given him. We had more
than enough of everything. This cabin was built as sturdy as they
came, the perfect escape. Now I just needed my woman to wake up.

I decided to take a
shower. Ana needed her sleep, I reminded myself. She needed to rest.
I was furious that someone had probably slipped something into her
drink. Yesterday, my unease had grown the longer she’d slept. At
first I’d been pleased she didn’t wake up to learn I was
abducting her. Stealing her away.

But when she hadn’t
even woken up as I’d carried her into the cabin through a
snowstorm, that had worried me. I’d tried to rouse her when I’d
first settled her on the couch. I couldn’t do it. I’d been so
relieved when she’d finally awakened, brief as it was. One of the
things about getting snowed in was you couldn’t get to a doctor if
you needed one. I hadn’t thought about that at first. But, thank
God, it seemed like she was going to be all right.

Who’d done it?
Chances were good they weren’t even targeting Ana. Drugs like that
flew around at those kinds of parties. And who even knew what it had
been? True roofies weren’t all that common any more, but giving a
girl some
X
or a
little benzo, that happened all the time. Hell, more than half the
time it was the girl choosing to take it herself, wanting to loosen
up and join the party full-throttle.

When Ana had also
realized what happened yesterday, I’d kept my cool. I’d kept my
fear and my temper under wraps. I didn’t want to frighten her. But
I was furious, especially at myself. I should have protected her, but
I’d been off, pulled around in ninety different directions instead
of by her side. It pissed me off that there was so much out of my
control. Money, wealth, fame meant nothing if I wasn’t able to care
for the ones I loved.