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always put together the why. One
plus one didn’t always equal two when it came to attraction. If
you’d asked me a month ago if my dream woman would be a sheltered
children’s librarian who didn’t particularly like to party and
had had only one sexual partner in her life, I might have laughed. I
liked my sex hard and wild and filthy. From the description of her,
she sounded like she’d be more likely to call the cops on me than
surrender and submit.
    But here she was. All
alone. In a cabin shut off from the world in the storm
draught-stricken California had been waiting for for years.
    “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.”