Page 13 of Snow Bound (Odyssey #1)

She knew what to expect now, but it was no less intense, no less shocking. When she called yellow this time, he rewarded her with a lick to her throbbing nipple.

“How do you feel right now?” he asked.

“Well.” She struggled to think. “ My nipples hurt.”

His mouth twitched. “ And your pussy? How does that feel?”

“Empty,” was the only word she could think of.

“And mentally? Emotionally ?” he asked, not rising to the bait. “ Are you anxious? Distressed ? Upset ?”

She frowned, trying to sort through her emotions. “ I’m a little pissed at you. Does that count as distressed?”

His mouth twitched harder. “ No .”

“Then I guess not. Why ?”

“No reason,” he said genially. “ You ready to beg yet?”

She snorted. “ What do you think?”

“I think this is going to be fun,” he replied, and before she could open her mouth to retort he gripped his dick in one hand, aimed, and began to push inside her.

The broad, blunt head felt huge against her swollen and sensitized pussy. She caught her breath at the pressure and tried to wiggle to ease the way.

“Be still,” he ordered and slapped her clit.

She sucked in air at the sudden, shocking pain, and her cunt tightened around his invading dick. He grunted in reaction, but he didn’t stop, and his eyes were gleaming.

“Hurt?” he growled softly.

Unable to speak, she nodded. She hadn’t had time to worry about his size last night, but he was taking his time now, making sure she felt every thick, hard inch in her swollen, tender pussy.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “ Like it?”

She refused to answer that question, instead asking one of her own. “ Can I move?”

“No,” he said and slid forward another aching inch. “ Good girls get to move. Bad girls have to lie there and take it.”

Shit, shit, shit. She felt like a worm on a hook, skewered and helpless.

She fought to stay still, not wanting another slap on her clit no matter how wet it made her, but it was like trying to ignore an itch.

The urge to move grew and grew until it was almost overwhelming, and no matter how much she told herself not to, eventually her body took over and she was wiggling again.

His hand came down in rapid strikes, one, two, three, right on top of her clit. Her scream bounced off the walls, the echo lingering as the pain in her clit and the pressure in her cunt bloomed like a dark, sinister flower.

How could something that hurt so much feel so good?

“Oh yeah, you’re a pain slut,” he said, grunting as he pushed deeper. “ Every time I hurt you your pussy grabs onto me like I’m going off to war.”

“It does…not,” she wheezed defiantly.

“Do you have any self-preservation instincts at all?” he wondered.

There was no way to answer that and not get into trouble, so she kept her mouth shut and concentrated on regulating her breathing while he worked his dick inside her until his balls were pressed against her burning ass.

She felt so full. Stretched and spread and penetrated .

It felt like he was in her belly, her lungs.

Her pussy fluttered and flexed around his invading length, little pulses as her body struggled to adjust. He didn’t give her time to relax, drawing back smoothly and thrusting forward again, fast enough and hard enough to drive the breath from her lungs.

When her blurry vision cleared, he was staring down at her, eyes burning.

“You will beg,” he told her and started to move like he was trying to fuck the defiance right out of her.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into her hard, grinding his hips in a circle every time he slid deep.

Her pussy felt battered, inside and out, the heavy thrusts nearly bruising.

Three orgasms had left her wrung out, and she’d have thought there was no way she could muster up a fourth.

But the relentless pounding built the spark into a flame, and she was amazed to find herself arching up into his driving thrusts, silently begging for more.

“You just can’t be fucking still, can you?”

She realized her mistake too late. He was already lowering his head to capture a nipple between his teeth, biting down while her breast bounced with every hammering thrust, threatening to yank her nipple out of his grip. He bit down harder, and she screamed.

He released her with a delighted laugh, rearing up to kneel between her thighs again, never pausing his thrusting.

The gleam in his eye was her only warning before he slid his hand across her belly, slick with sweat, down to the top of her mound.

She nearly flinched away—if he hit her now, she’d either kick him across the room or scream her safeword, whichever came to mind first.

But he didn’t hit it, didn’t even touch it—he merely hooked his thumb in the pad of flesh above it and pulled up toward her belly button, drawing the skin tight.

It was remarkably effective.

Every time he pushed his cock into her, the thick length dragged at her flesh, pulling everything down.

And when he pulled back, the pressure of his thumb tugged everything upward again.

In , out. Down , up. Over and over again.

He was working her clit without ever touching it, and every back and forth pushed her closer to an astonishing fourth orgasm.

She felt raw, like one big exposed nerve ending, spread and stretched for him to play with.

Her entire body shook as he pounded into her, breasts bouncing, thighs shaking.

He was working her so hard now little gasps and grunts were forced from her with every thrust, an orgasm wasn’t just possible now but inevitable.

She wanted to bring her hands down to hold onto her bouncing breasts. They were swollen and aching, but she was afraid if she moved her hands, he’d make good on his threat to make love to her like a Hallmark movie, and if he stopped fucking her now, she’d die.

“How is this happening?” she managed to ask, the words staccato and disjointed, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“How is what happening?” he ground out, his pace never faltering.

Little rivulets of sweat ran down his face, his hair was drenched with it.

His lips were peeled back, his eyes blazing.

The muscles in his abs flexed with every thrust of his hips, and the sight of his latex covered cock plunging between her spread thighs had the tension in her belly coiling even tighter.

“I’m going to come again.” It was building, inexorable, inevitable. “ God , how am I coming again?”

Dripping sweat onto her chest he drove into her, ceaseless, relentless. " Because that’s what sluts do. And you’re a little slut, aren’t you Anna ?”

The word exploded in her mind, blasting heat, pushing her higher toward that inevitable peak. But before she could finish the climb, he stopped dead.

Confused, she blinked the sweat out of her eyes to stare at him. He was crouched between her thighs, his dick barely inside her. “ What are you doing?”

He shook his head, disappointment replacing lust in his expression. “ You’re a bad girl, Anna .”

“What?” She shook her head, trying get clear of the fog of lust. “ What ?”

“A very bad girl,” he said again. “ And bad girls don’t get to come.”

She stared at him. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t .

“Unless, of course,” he continued, eyes gleaming, “they ask nicely.”

Her mouth fell open in shock.

“Actually, ‘ask’ isn’t quite accurate,” he decided, a laugh lurking in his voice. “ I believe a more appropriate word would be ‘beg’.”

“You bastard,” she choked out.

The gleam in his eyes brightened with sadistic glee. “ Now , that’s not very nice.”

The silky tone was a clear warning, but she didn’t care. He’d gotten her so close, close enough to feel the beginning flutters and pulses of orgasmic pleasure, then he’d stopped. Like a bastard. “ You’re going to leave me hanging and you want me to be nice to you?”

“I believe I made my expectations very clear,” he reminded her, calm as a moonlit lake.

He had, but…

His lips twitched. “ Thought I’d forget about it, didn’t you?”

Or change his mind, but she wasn’t so far gone she’d say that out loud.

“Your pussy is good, but it’s not induce-amnesia-good,” he said bluntly. “ You want to come, you know what you have to do.”

She wanted to shout that it’d be a cold day in hell before she begged him for anything, but before she could get the words out he brushed his thumb across her clit.

He did it so softly that if she hadn’t been so worked up she might not even have felt it. But she was so swollen and sensitized that the gentle, whispering touch was like a jolt from a cattle prod.

Her whimper made his smile go feral. “ I’m waiting.”

She was torn. Her body was urging her to beg, plead, cajole, whatever it took to bring an end to the torture.

She needed to come, needed it like blood, like breath.

Every cell in her body trembled, aching for the release that lay just out of reach.

He’d give it to her, she knew, if she could just say the words.

But her mind just wouldn’t let them out.

And he knew.

“Poor baby,” he murmured, his eyes softening with pity. “ Is it that hard?”

“Yes,” she choked out, near tears with frustration and need.

“Shhh,” he crooned, soothing with his voice even as his thumb circled her clit, pleasuring and torturing her in equal measure.

“I can’t.” She was near sobbing now, her hands curled in fists over her head. She wanted so badly to reach down and finish it, but he’d never let her. “ I can’t.”

“You can,” he said softly, encouragingly, while his thumb circled and stroked, light as a feather, tortuous as a spike. “ It’s just one word, Anna . One word, and you can come.”

Her chest was heaving, tits shaking with her ragged breaths. “ You promise?”

His eyes went fierce. “ I promise. Just one little word.”

She swallowed, her eyes locked on his with the desperation of a drowning woman, and forced the word from her trembling lips. “ Please .”

It was whisper soft, barely audible, but triumph lit his eyes. His hips moved, shoving himself deep inside her, and the pressure of his thumb on her clit increased. “ Again .”

“Please,” she said again, this time on a groan. He was so hard inside her, so thick, and his thumb on her clit was gloriously firm. “ Please .”

“Please what?” he asked, fucking her harder, plucking her clit with his fingers. The tension was coiling again, faster than before, her body racing, chasing the high of orgasm. “ Please what, Anna ?”

“Please, fuck me,” she said, the words tumbling out so quickly they were nearly unintelligible. “ Please make me come.”

“Why, Anna ?” He was hammering into her now, pounding hard, pushing her. “ Why do you want to come?”

“Because I’m a slut.” She wailed it, all but screamed it. “ I’m a slut.”

“Yeah, you are.” He came down on top of her, hips pumping and grinding. He propped one elbow on the mattress, grabbed her breast with his free hand and squeezed. “ Come on, slut. Come on my fucking cock.”

And she did.

The world exploded, and she with it. Spasms of incredible pleasure wracked her body, going on so long that her vision dimmed and her blood roared in her ears.

He fucked her through it, powering through the rhythmic clasp of her pussy.

He growled against her breast, growing even bigger and harder inside her.

It set her off again, had her sobbing at the near agonizing pleasure.

Then he was grunting and growling, hips continuing to pump while his cock jerked and pulsed inside her.

She went limp, ears ringing, body throbbing. She was pretty sure this time she had died, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. And if she had, well, there were worse ways to go. Here lies Anna . She got fucked to death. No regrets.

The epitaph struck her as funny, and she let out a wheezing chuckle.

“Something amusing?” Grant rumbled against her breast, and she pried open her eyes to look at him.

He looked smug, satisfied, and way too sexy for her peace of mind.

“You made me beg,” she accused, but she was too sated for there to be any heat behind it.

“I did,” he said cheerfully, thoroughly unrepentant.

She stirred herself to work up a scowl. “ That was mean.”

“It was,” he agreed, chuckling.

“Well, as long as we’re on the same page,” she said with a sigh and closed her eyes.