Page 11 of Snow Bound (Odyssey #1)

G rant took a moment to regroup. Lust was making him dizzy, and he considered it a minor miracle that he had enough blood left in his head for basic brain function.

Her body was soft under him, her big brown eyes clouded with frustration and desire.

Her hands were still twisting in his grip, but slower now, weaker.

Deciding she’d tired herself out enough, he tightened his grip in warning.

“ Keep your hands where they are or I’ll tie you to the bed, jerk off all over your tits, and leave you there until morning. ”

He wouldn’t, of course—leaving a bound partner unattended for any length of time was an absolute no-no—but she didn’t need to know that.

Her hands went limp in his grip. “ That’s mean.”

“I know.” He released her hands, amused and pleased when she curled them into fists, and pushed to his feet so he could look at all of her.

She lay across the bed like a virgin sacrifice.

Soft breasts capped with pinkish-brown nipples, tight and flushed with color.

Generous hips curved down into round thighs that shifted restlessly under his regard.

Her belly was a sweet curve that begged for his teeth, her pubic mound decorated with a neat little patch of light brown curls.

He took his time looking, noting the patches of freckles that rode her shoulders, the little smattering of them under her belly button. The longer he looked, the thicker her breathing got, and by the time his gaze had made its way back to her face she was panting.

He noted the flush riding high on her cheeks, over her chest, the dazed and desperate look in her eye, and decided to give her an out. “ You sorry yet?”

Her tongue slicked over her lips. Her eyes still held that dazed, desperate look, but to his delight they were lit with an impish light. “ What am I supposed to be sorry for again?”

He raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way his gut tightened when her tongue darted out to wet her lips again. The nervous gesture had the beast in him rearing up—he ruthlessly choked it back. He’d let it loose soon, but first, he wanted to have some fun.

“Still a bad girl,” he said with a disappointed sigh. He raised a hand and lightly slapped one thigh. She jumped at the impact, though he knew the sound was sharper than the sting. “ Open .”

She eyed him consideringly, as though she were weighing the pros and cons of disobedience, then her legs slid open a scant few inches. He slapped her thigh again, harder. “ I said open. You won’t like it if I have to ask again.”

Her eyes flared as she inhaled, and he had to fight to keep his expression stern.

They’d already established she liked being spanked—liked it a lot, if the veritable flood from her pussy was any indication—and her inner thighs would be more sensitive than her butt.

He thought he might have to give her a third pop, but to his satisfaction—and okay, a little disappointment—she finally obeyed.

But not wide enough. He could see her outer labia, slicked with moisture, but the lips were still closed, her clit barely visible between the delicate folds.

“When I say spread, I mean fucking spread ,” he told her and with a hand on the inside of each knee, shoved her thighs as far apart as they could go.

She let out a startled squeak that he ignored, eyeing with satisfaction her new position—thighs spread so wide they were nearly perpendicular to her torso, knees flat on the bed. She was flexible, he noted, and raised his eyes to her face. “ Does that hurt?”

She shook her head.

“Then stay that way,” he commanded and knelt on the bed between her spread thighs.

Her pussy was on bold display, the outer lips spread wide to reveal the dark pink of her inner labia and the slightly gaping hole between them.

It quivered under his gaze, and his dick gave an answering throb.

Promising himself he’d be back, he shifted his attention to her clit.

With her legs spread it was clearly visible, sticking out bold and brash at the top of her sex.

“That’s a pretty clit you’ve got there, Anna ,” he drawled, and watched with interest as her blush deepened.. “ Big , too.”

A flash of embarrassment darkened her eyes, and she shifted in discomfort. But her nipples tightened even further, their color darkening, and her pussy opened up a little more.

“Pretty pussy, too,” he said, lowering himself between her thighs. He paused to adjust his dick, then continued until he was belly down between her spread legs, his face mere inches from the promised land.

He breathed in her sweet, earthy scent, making sure she knew what he was doing.

Her face was tomato red, her chest the same color, and the embarrassment in her expression was unmistakable—but so was her arousal.

It appeared as though being embarrassed turned Anna on, he mused.

But since she hadn’t mentioned it—and erotic humiliation was a particularly tricky kink—he thought a check-in might be in order.

He laid a hand on her thigh, felt the muscle quiver. “ Give me a color, Anna .”

“Um.” She blinked rapidly, as though coming out of a daze, and the hectic color on her face faded a bit. “ Green .”

“Good.” He gave her thigh a gentle, reassuring caress, then dropped his hand.

“I can see all of your pussy,” he said bluntly and her color bloomed. “ Your pretty clit, your tight little hole.” He skimmed her labia with a gentle finger. “ All this mess that tells me you’re ready to get fucked.”

She was all but glowing now, squirming in embarrassment and need.

“Is that true, Anna ?” he asked softly, the words barely audible over her ragged breathing. “ Are you ready to get fucked?”

She jerked her head yes, her eyes wild and hopeful.

“Ask me,” he ordered.

Her eyes flickered, a flash of vulnerability that intrigued him. But it was gone in a blink, replaced by the stubbornness he’d expected.

He waited a beat, eyebrows raised. “ No ? Hmm . I could’ve sworn you were ready. Well , that’s all right. I’ll just amuse myself until you are.”

He lowered his head to her pussy and her hips pulsed up to meet him.

“Don’t move,” he ordered and slapped the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to her glistening labia.

She jerked, whimpering, then fell still.

He counted twenty-seven seconds before she tried it again. He hit the other thigh this time, just as hard. “ I said don’t move. You’re not ready to get fucked, remember?”

“God, you’re mean.” She whispered it, like she wasn’t quite sure if she should say it out loud, and he grinned.

“And shut up, I’m punishing you,” he added and blew a gentle breath over her clit. The muscles in her thighs went tight—he could actually see them tense. He waited until they’d relaxed minutely, then aimed a puff of air at the soft pink opening, just for the pleasure of watching it flex.

She moaned but didn’t speak, and in reward he dragged his tongue through the furrow of her pussy from taint to clit.

Her thighs flexed so hard they nearly slapped his ears.

He planted a hand on each knee and shoved them flat again while the taste of her soaked into his mouth.

“ Keep them there or I won’t eat your pussy,” he warned and licked her again.

Her strangled, garbled curse made him laugh, low and triumphant, then he went to work.

He stroked his tongue over her clit, hard, and she yipped in distress.

He gave her one more rough lick, just for fun, then backed off to focus on the area around and above the little bundle of nerves.

He was patient, thorough, and soon enough her hips were twisting and pumping, broken little cries spilling from her throat.

Her pussy fluttered against his tongue, and wanting to feel it happen, shoved two fingers into her cunt. Hard .

She broke with a short scream, her cunt clamping down around his fingers as her hips bucked and her clit pulsed under his lips. He continued to lick and fuck her with his fingers to draw out the spasms, and only stopped when she collapsed, limp, onto the bed.

He lifted his head and waited until she’d opened hazy eyes and focused on him. “ Still green?”

Her smile was hazy, satisfied, and just a little smug. “ Uh -huh.

“Good. Let me know if that changes.”

“Changes?” she echoed, surprise and confusion replacing the satisfied gleam in her velvet eyes.

“I’m not done with your punishment yet,” he said and bent his head again.

This time he went slow. Feather -light licks, shallow pumps of his fingers.

He avoided her clit all together, concentrating on plump pussy lips and the delicate opening that fluttered and pulsed.

Her feeble moans and incomprehensible babbling made him laugh, which seemed to make her both hotter and madder.

By the time he got her off a second time, she was a mess—sweaty, incoherent, and barely conscious.

“Gah,” she said, her body limp, eyes closed.

“I’m going to take that as a thank you,” he drawled and drew her legs down, one at a time, using his thumbs to massage the stretched tendons of her inner thighs until she was half asleep and all but purring.

Coming up on his knees, he grabbed her hips in a hard grip. Her eyes popped wide. “ What ...?”

He flipped her over onto her belly and yanked her ass high. “ Oh , did you think we were done?”

“Oh, God ,” she groaned into the bed. “ I don’t think I can.”

“Don’t worry,” he said cheerfully. “ I’ll do all the work.”

“Oh, God ,” she wailed.

He laughed and palmed her ass, giving the firm, full cheeks—still red from the spanking—a hard squeeze just to hear her answering squeal.

Then he used his thumbs to spread her open.

She was a deep pink now, almost red, swollen and wide open and so wet her thighs were slick halfway to the knee.

Her butt was wet too, both cheeks slippery under his hands, and her cute little asshole glistened.