Page 26 of Snow Bound (Odyssey #1)

He shifted to her other breast, treating it to the same attention as the first, and by the time he’d applied the second clamp her hips were rolling, thrusting upward, her aching cunt seeking his touch.

“You are so beautiful.” He skimmed a finger over her belly, and the muscles there jumped. “ So responsive.” He trailed his finger lower to the top of her mound. “ And so wet you’re glistening.”

Her hips pulsed upward into his touch, metal clanking on metal as she pulled at her cuffs. She whimpered when he slid his finger down, past her clit, past the soft, open entrance of her cunt to the tight opening below.

He tapped it gently, then his finger was gone. There was a quiet click, then his finger was back, cold and slick with lube, and she tried to relax.

The tender opening pulsed with sensation, delicate nerves dancing as her anus fought to accommodate him. He moved gently, slowly, and soon his finger was sliding in and out of her with ease. He added more lube and a second finger, bringing a pinch of discomfort that only added to her arousal.

“Easy,” he murmured. His fingers pulled free, leaving her empty, and she moaned at the loss. She needed more .

“Don’t worry, you’ll get more.” His fingers were back, cool again with lubricant, then he was pressing something else to her tender opening. Wider than his fingers, slick and cool, she held her breath as it pressed in.

Pressure became pain, burning and stretching, and tears gathered behind her closed eyelids.

“Breathe, Anna ,” he demanded, and she dragged in air.

The pressure continued unrelenting, threatening to overwhelm.

Her lips trembled open, ‘yellow’ on the tip of her tongue, when suddenly the widest part of the plug popped in.

Her body pulled it the rest of the way, the stretched and tender ring of muscle clamping down on the narrow neck, the flared base keeping the cheeks of her ass slightly spread.

“Open your eyes, Anna . Look at me.”

She forced her eyes open, blinking until she could focus on his face. He watched her carefully, taking in the nuance of her expression, of her breathing. “ Give me a color.”

“Green...with a little yellow.”

The concern in his eyes faded, replaced by a tenderness that made her ache. “ Then we’ll keep going.”

He disappeared from view for a moment, bending down out of her sight. When he reemerged, he was holding something in his hand. “ I’m going to give your asshole a little prep time before I fuck it. And before I do, I want you wild.”

“I’m already wild,” she told him.

Laughter danced in his eyes and he shook his head. “ No , sugar,” he said. “ I mean wild. ” And he raised the object in his hand so she could see it.

Was that…? ” Oh , no.”

His dimples were in full view. “ Oh , yes,” he said and, laying the wand on her mound just above her clit, he switched it on.

The strong vibrations hit immediately, making her jolt. Her hands yanked, her head went back…and he stopped.

“Sorry, I almost forgot.” He picked up the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples and pressed it to her lips. “ Open .”

She obeyed automatically, and he slipped the chain between her teeth. “ Don’t let go of that, sugar. If you do, I’m getting out the cane.”

Asshole. She glared at him and bit down. The chain was just long enough to reach her mouth, and holding on to it tugged at the clamps. Not hard, not quite painfully, but just enough to remind her that the clamps had teeth.

He laughed, sheer delight in the sound. “ You could get the cane for glaring at me too, sweetheart. You’ll want to watch that.”

He stared at her for another few seconds, amusement glinting, then he picked up the wand again. “ Where was I ? Oh , yeah. Right here.” And he pressed it to her clit and turned it back on.

Shit! The buzzing was almost violent in its intensity, ramping up her level of arousal so fast her head spun. She wanted to arch into it, increase the contact, but the chain between her lips was keeping the pressure on her nipples just this side of too much, and when she moved, it crossed over.

She groaned. The tension in her belly was winding tighter and tighter. Her cunt was fluttering, her ass tightening down on the plug, the orgasm bearing down like a freight train…

And he pulled the vibrator away.

Noooooo! The sound that came out of her mouth was something between a growl and a whine. She lifted her head to glare at him.

“Sorry, sugar,” he said with a chuckle. “ You don’t get to come yet.” He raised his eyebrows at her muffled response. “ Why ? Because I said so.”

He slid a finger into her cunt, making her hiss around the chain. “ You’re so damn wet, Anna . And still such a pretty pink.” He pulled his finger out and slapped his palm down on her pussy.

Her hips bucked at the sharp sting, pain radiating through her pussy, and while the shock of it was still bouncing through her system, he flicked the vibrator back on and set it to her clit.

Once again her body gathered, tension and heat climbing higher and higher, and once again, he stopped just shy of the promised land.

And smacked her pussy again.

Over and over, the pattern repeated. A few seconds of bliss with the vibrator, then the stinging pain of a slap. She could barely tell the difference between the pleasure and the pain—the line between the two had dissolved, and if her mouth hadn’t been occupied she would have already been begging.

She groaned in frustration when he pulled the vibe away again. She knew the slap was coming, and desperate for the contact, the heat, she pushed her hips up to meet it.

“You want the pain, Anna ?”

Yes. She whimpered around the chain.

“You want to come?” he asked and smacked her again without warning, right on her swollen and distended clit.

Sparks seemed to radiate from her clit, jolting her body. Her back arched under the lash of it, the pain that exploded in her nipples when she pulled on the connecting chain adding to the blast. She sobbed with every breath, and a light sheen of sweat coated her skin. She felt consumed by need.

Dimly she felt his hands at her sides, heard the clicks as he released the clips holding her wrist and ankle cuffs together.

Then he was lifting her up and turning her over.

The hard wood under her knees added another layer of discomfort, but she barely noticed it when he pressed one large hand between her shoulders.

Getting the message, she put her head down and her ass up.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper had her nearly sobbing with relief. A condom meant he’d fuck her, and if he fucked her she’d get to come. Pressing her forehead into her folded arms, the chain still clamped between her teeth, she thought, please God , let me come.

His big hands smoothed over her bottom, the rough callouses scraping over sensitive skin. She pushed back into his touch, then went absolutely still when he grasped the base of the plug.

He pulled it free in one long steady motion, making every nerve in her pelvis riot. The sensitive ring of muscle pulsed and throbbed, the orgasm so close she could practically taste it, but it remained frustratingly out of reach.

“Oh God ,” she whimpered around the chain in her mouth. “ Please .”

She heard a faint click, then the cool touch of lubricant as he poured it directly onto her asshole. It slid inside the still pulsing hole, making her flinch.

“Hold still,” he ordered, hands clamped on her hips, and the broad, hot tip of his penis pressed against her sensitized anus. He held it there for a brief moment—a tease, a reprieve—then pushed.

Anna fought to make sense of the sensations bombarding her body. Pain from her clamped nipples, pleasure from her pulsing clit, and a devastating combination of both when he pushed relentlessly into her ass.

He moved slowly but steadily, not pausing for even a second, and her body struggled to adjust. She was so full she was sure she couldn’t take any more and still he advanced, and she thought she might burst from the pressure.

When the rough hair on his groin brushed against her ass, she realized he was all the way in. She took a relieved breath that rushed out in a harsh groan when he pulled back just as slowly. He paused with just the tip of his cock still inside her to add more lube, then slid back in.

In, out. In , out. Slick with lube, he moved slowly, steadily until her body quickened, until her hips began to push back in a silent plea for more. He subtly picked up the pace, each thrust coming just a little faster, just a little harder, until he was slapping into her ass.

It was like being fucked with a metal pole, bruising and unyielding. He felt so big inside her, so hard, and all the control was his. She was helpless, completely at his mercy, and that knowledge pushed her the last little bit she needed to get there.

“I need to come.” She mumbled it around the chain, the words barely coherent. Her fingers scratched and scrabbled at the blanket, desperate for something to hold onto. She was going to fly apart, splinter into a thousand pieces, and she needed an anchor. “ Can I ? Please , can I ?”

Then he was there, solid and warm, his chest against her back, his arms coming around her to lift her up.

One of his hands slid up, under the bouncing chain between her breasts, to close over the base of her neck.

Firmly , gently, he wrapped his fingers around her throat, the pressure just enough.

Just enough to make her feel possessed, controlled, held.

Cherished . His teeth closed over her ear, biting, growling in her ear.

“ Go ahead, baby. Come . Come with me deep in your ass.”

With his permission, all the coiling tension burst, her cunt convulsed strongly around nothing, her ass clenching just as hard around him.

Her low, keening moan turned into a scream as his hand on her belly shifted to release her nipple clamps, and the blood rushing back into her abused flesh sent her into another round of spasms.

Her vision dim, she barely heard his shout of satisfaction. His hips thrust hard and deep once, twice, then he was holding himself deep inside her.

Panting, sweating, Anna lay on her stomach with her eyes closed. Her arms had collapsed, all her strength gone, and Grant lay on top of her like a warm blanket. A heavy blanket, but really, she wasn’t complaining.

“Did we die?” she managed. Her voice sounded like she’d screamed herself hoarse. Which , she guessed she sort of had.

His chuckle reverberated through her body. “ No .” He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. “ You okay?”

“Well. I’m not dead,” she mumbled and he laughed again.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured and she sighed with pleasure.

“I don’t think that was me,” she said dryly.

“You’re wrong.” He turned her face slightly with a palm on her cheek, and she fought her eyes open to look at him. His pale blue eyes were steady on hers, intent and possessive and full of something she couldn’t quite identify. “ That was all you.”

She blinked back tears when he took her mouth. The position was awkward, her neck bent too far for comfort, but she didn’t care.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay? Hold on.”

She hissed when he moved, then just drifted in the hazy aftermath of really good sex. She roused when he swiped a soft, cool cloth gently over her pussy, the cleft of her buttocks, and she flinched. “ Easy , sugar. Just going to clean you up a bit.”

“I feel like this ought to be embarrassing, but I can’t seem to work up the energy to care,” she mumbled.

“Nothing embarrassing about it,” he told her. “ I mess you up, it’s only right that I clean you up.”

“Well when you put it like that.”

He chuckled. “ Let’s get you undone.”

She maintained consciousness while he finished tidying her up and unbuckled the restraints from her wrists and ankles. Then he scooped her up and deposited her on the couch. He settled the blanket over her. “ Want some water?”

She snuggled into the cushions, blissfully soft after the hard, unyielding coffee table. “ Yes , please.”

“Be right back.”

She listened to his footsteps fade and tried not to think about the fact that she only had five days left.