Undone, Volume 3 (9 page)

“You look so good
like this, Ana. So ripe.” I sighed with his praise, loving that I
pleased him. I wanted to turn him on as much as he did me. His hands
roamed my skin, still so gentle yet possessive, claiming me as he
stroked.

“Now, you know this
is going to hurt some, Ana. But you need to trust me. I know you need
to take your punishment.” His words frightened me and my hands
clutched at the marble. But more than that, I felt tension coil deep
in my core. I started to wonder why that would be, but I stopped
myself. It wasn’t time to think and reason, it was time to feel.

“Can you trust me
enough to put yourself in my hands?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied
instantly, knowing it was true with every inch of my body.

“You need to submit
to me, give yourself over completely. Can you do that?” His hands
stroked and teased, caressing my buttocks, then my inner thighs.

“Yes.” My voice was
becoming more husky with need. I wasn’t just agreeing with his
wishes anymore. They were becoming mine as well.

“I need to do this,
Ana.” His voice sounded tense with desire, a deep growl in his
chest. “Are you ready for your punishment?” He took his hands off
of me. I trembled there before him, naked, palms against the cold
marble, ass tilted up for his pleasure.

“Yes.”

Smack, with a firm,
loud crack the palm of his hand landed strong across my soft ass
cheek. I cried out in pain and surprise. But before I had time to
recover, his hand came down again, landing hard on my other buttock.

“Ash!” I cried out,
stimulated to the point of not knowing what I was feeling, my pussy
throbbing but my ass stinging with pain.

Smack, his hand came
down again, strong, firm and loud on my ass. His hand felt so huge,
so strong and dominant. Thoughts drained from my mind as his hand
came down again, assaulting my ass, hard and hot and firm. The throb
in my sex grew, wet heat spreading deep inside.

He tilted my hips and
ass up again. “Like that!” he commanded, and I strained to hold
my position as he spanked me again, hard. It burned but I felt the
heat all over, spreading across my flanks down into my sex. Each
smack seemed to get me directly on my clit, leaving me breathless for
more.

“Down more.” He
commanded, pressing a hand in the center of my upper back. I
complied, resting my chest down on the smooth, cold surface. It was a
shock to my system, pressing my naked, sensitive breasts down on it.
With his hand on my back, I felt so commanded, so owned. I squirmed a
little against the counter, feeling the submission in my core. It
made me quiver.

“Hands still.” He
growled. I realized I’d been sneaking my hands back along the
counter, subconsciously working them toward my pussy. I needed to
touch myself. I knew it would feel so good. I’d be so slick and
swollen. I could almost feel it, the pressure I could apply exactly
where I needed it. I’d let him watch.

But, no, what he wanted
right now was submission. So like a good girl, instead of the very
naughty girl I felt like I was deep down, I put my palms back in
front of my head, away from my clit. I pressed my tits down into the
cold marble and arched up my ass, awaiting his hand. I wanted to hump
the counter, mash my swollen clit against it, anything to get some
relief. My flesh still stung from the smack of his hand, and I knew
it had to be red.

He stood at my rear,
his hands lightly caressing the outer edges of my thighs. In a deep,
husky voice that told me exactly how much he liked the sight, he
said, “You look so fucking good like this, Ana. Your skin is so
sensitive. You’re so pink. Right here.” With a light hand, he
brushed against the swell of my buttocks. I bit back a moan, it felt
so feather-light-crazy good. My nipples ached.

“I need to check and
see how you’re enjoying your spanking, Ana. Spread for me and show
me.”

Swallowing, I spread my
thighs wider for Ash. A wave of embarrassment and near-humiliation
flowed through me, but left almost as fast as it arrived, replaced by
the stronger, more urgent need to show my man what he did to me. How
hot he made me.

Ash’s long, strong
fingers swept up my inner thigh and found my aching, dripping slit.
With a deep hiss, he drew his fingers along my wet pussy, sliding,
spreading my slick juices along my folds. “You like your spanking,
don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.

There in the snowstorm,
him whispering in my ear, my eyes closed, I could be honest. I could
tell him the truth.

“Yes,” I whispered
to him.

“Tell me, baby.” He
stroked me so good, I arched into his hand.

“I love my spanking,”
I moaned, wanting more.

“You want more?” he
asked, his hands still on me, gentle. Too gentle. I nodded, need
coursing through me so thick and hot it was hard to talk.

“You need more?” he
asked, in a deep, wicked voice. He knew me. He knew exactly what I
craved.

“I need more.” The
words tore from my chest, ripped out of me. It felt so wrong to want
it, but it felt so right to tell Ash. He made it right. We were right
together.

Firmly, up at my head,
he fisted my long hair in his hand holding me still. Then his other
hand came down, firm and hard on my quivering ass. So exposed, so
raw. A cry came out of my mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head.
This was next-level. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form words. I let
myself go.

“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.”