Page 33 of Snow Bound (Odyssey #1)

She saw understanding dawn in his eyes, saw that he knew she wasn’t playing a character anymore. She was simply Anna , raw and needy and begging. Just how he wanted her. Just how she wanted to be, for him.

“Louder,” he commanded, and she nearly sobbed with relief.

“Make me your little fuck doll,” she said, the words ringing through the damp, dank little room, “while he watches.”

Something flared in his eyes, lust and pride and something else that she shied away from naming, then he was moving around behind her.

He yanked her hips back, forcing her to stumble backward until her torso was nearly parallel to the ground, arms held up by the hook through her cuffs.

She felt the scrape of his pants against her bare ass, the heat of his cock, and moaned.

“Yes. Please ,” she gasped and raised her eyes to the monitors.

Michael was there, watching, waiting, and on the monitors above she could see her own image. Naked , ravaged, hanging from a hook like a piece of meat. She’d never been so turned on, never felt lust like this. She’d been reduced to her most basic desires, and it felt fucking glorious.

Her head went back on a sharp cry as he slid the plug from her body.

It hurt, yes, but there was so much pleasure with it.

The little pulses as her stretched asshole struggled to return to its closed state, the hard answering spasm of her cunt.

Then the cool, slick trickle of lube gliding over the tender surface, dripping inside where it was quickly warmed by the heat of her body.

She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, the snap of latex as he donned it. She kept her eyes on the monitors, and she could see from the side angle that he’d poured more lube into his hand, and the wet slap and stroke of it over his sheathed cock reached her ears even as she watched.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, slut,” he ground out. He stepped closer and pressed his cock to that needy, tender opening. “ Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” God , she wanted it. More than air, more than life. “ Do it. Fuck my slutty ass.”

He pressed in, just enough to stretch the tight little ring of muscle. “ Then watch. Watch me fuck you. Watch him watching. I want you to see it all. You hear me, fuck doll?”

“Yes.” Her breath was coming in sobs now. “ I hear you.”

“What are you?” he demanded.

He slipped inside, just a little, and she shivered. He was bigger than the plug, thicker, and the delicious burn would’ve had her on her knees if it weren’t for the hook holding her up. “ A slut.”

His hand cracked down on her ass. She jolted and he slipped in another inch. “ Whose slut?”

“Your slut,” she panted and was rewarded with another slap.

“What else?”

“A fuck doll.” Her eyes wanted to roll back, but she kept them open, kept them on the monitors. Watching her own destruction.

He slapped her other cheek, still steadily moving forward. “ Who’s fuck doll?”

“Yours,” she managed. “ Your fuck doll. Grant’s slutty little fuck doll—uh!”

She jolted forward as he slid forward the last few inches, seating himself fully. Her asshole continued to spasm as the muscles struggled to adjust, the little flutters sending spasms of fresh pleasure spiking through her aching, empty pussy.

“My cock is in your ass, slutty Anna .” His hands gripped her hips tight, adding to the day’s collection of bruises. “ What do you think about that?”

“I think...if you don’t shut up and fuck me with it... I’ll have to kill you.”

He laughed, joy and triumph and lust. “ A brat to the end, huh? All right then, fuck doll. Take it.”

He pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock making her shudder, then pushed back in. Then again, just a little faster.

He paused to add more lube, then began again. Her breasts bounced, her ass shook, her thighs quivered with the impact. His balls swung forward, hitting her wet cunt with a loud, lewd, slap that added to the heat and the tension and the sheer nastiness of the moment.

The orgasm was building, roiling and climbing with every thrust. Her head dropped between her outstretched arms and she closed her eyes, focusing on the burn in her ass and the aching emptiness of her pussy and the incredible heat that threatened to burn her alive if he’d just fuck her a little faster, a little hard?—

He yanked her head back, and she let out a gasping howl.

“You watch,” Grant growled behind her, twisting his fist in her hair so her scalp screamed. “ You don’t look away or you don’t get to come. Say , ‘yes, sir’.”

“Yes, Sir ,” she gasped.

“Say, ‘ I love your cock in my ass,’”.

“I love your cock in my ass,” she parroted dutifully, her heartfelt groan lending credence to the words.

His voice dropped to a low growl. “ Say , ‘ I’m your slutty little fuck doll, Grant ’.”

“I’m your slutty little fuck doll, Grant .” She arched into him, struggled to keep her blurry eyes on the monitor. “ God , I’m almost there.”

“Tell him.” Grant jerked her head, pounding into her. “ Tell him.”

She forced her eyes to focus on the monitor in front, on Michael sitting at his desk. His fingers were wrapped around his glass, his jaw set, his eyes burning.

“I’m almost there, Michael ,” she gasped, forgetting his alias in the flood of heat and pleasure. “ I’m going to come.”

“Tell me where his cock is, Anna .” Michael’s voice was harsh, almost guttural. “ Tell me where he’s fucking you.”

“My ass,” she gasped, shaking under the force of Grant’s thrusts. “ He’s fucking my ass so hard. So good.”

“You going to come?” Michael’s cheekbones were bright spots of color, his eyes a fiery blaze. “ You going to come all over that cock like a good bitch, a good little fuck doll?”

“Yes.” Her cry rent the air, the words pumping heat through her as fiercely as his cock. “ Yes !”

“Tell me what you are, Anna .” Michael leaned forward, his fingers tightening on the glass. “ Tell Grant what you are.”

“I’m a dirty little slut—oh fuck !” she wailed as the orgasm went off like a bomb.

The pleasure was blinding. Hard spasms gripped her ass, her empty cunt, made her legs shake and her knees buckle.

It rolled through like a tsunami, devastating everything in its path, wiping her mind clear of everything except for the man who kept her from collapsing to the ground in a sweaty, wrung out mess.

She felt him shudder behind her, felt the spear of his cock twitch and throb inside her when he came.

She went limp, would’ve fallen if his arms hadn’t come around her, strong and sure.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “ I’ve got you.”

Grant slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Anna was sleeping—though passed out might be a better word—and as much as he wanted to lie down and curl up beside her, he needed to check in with Michael .

He trotted downstairs, still in his tux shirt and slacks, and headed back to the basement. He’d left the cameras on, his focus on getting Anna upstairs and settled, and he was unsurprised to see Michael still sitting at his desk.

“Hey.”

Michael looked up from the pages he’d been reading. “ Hey . Get her settled?”

Grant sat heavily in the chair. “ Yeah .”

“She okay?”

“She’s fucking fantastic,” Grant said with a sigh.

Michael set the pages aside. “ I’ll say. If I’d known that was lurking under the surface when she started coming to the club?—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Grant warned, but he was smiling. “ Jesus , that was hot.”

“Understatement of the century, my friend.” Michael barked out a rough laugh. “ She spit in your face.”

“I should’ve seen that one coming,” Grant admitted and grinned at the memory. “ I will next time.”

“Bring her to the club,” Michael suggested. “ The woman likes an audience, and I can guarantee she’d get one.”

“When she’s ready.” Grant folded his hands over his belly as he regarded his friend. “ She did okay with you there, because she already knows you, and knows I trust you. The whole club might be too much.”

“Well, you know your submissive.” Michael paused a beat, one eyebrow raised in question. “ Is she your submissive?”

“Hell, yes,” Grant grumbled, “so don’t get any fucking ideas.”

“Just checking.”

“Right.” Grant smiled. “ Thanks for doing this.”

“It was my very sincere pleasure,” Michael told him. “ But next time you decide to give me blue balls, do it a little closer to opening time, would you? It’s going to be hours before I can do something with this boner.”

Grant laughed. “ What , you don’t have some sweet young thing under the desk, waiting to worship your dick?”

“I see why she spit in your face,” Michael told him.

Grant pushed up from the chair, still laughing. “ I’m going to go have a nap with my woman. See you later.”

“Later. Hey , Grant ?”

Grant paused, his hand on the monitor’s power switch. “ What ?”

“She suits you.” Michael smiled when Grant blinked in surprise. “ Try not to fuck it up.”

Grant rolled his eyes. “ Goodbye , asshole.”

He shut off the monitors, then disconnected the cameras and set them aside.

He’d bring them back to the office when he got back to Chicago , but first he wanted to make sure they were wiped clean.

He’d set them so they’d project without recording, but he liked to cover his bases.

The last thing he wanted was for any footage of that scene to be viewed by anyone else.

He set the electronics aside and surveyed the rest of the basement. It would need a more thorough tidying, but he could put that off until later. He wanted to be with Anna when she woke from her nap, wanted to spend the rest of the day cuddling and coddling her.

He flicked off the lights and started up the stairs. She’d been amazing, getting into the role play and taking it farther than he’d ever dreamed possible. It had been one of the best scenes of his life, and he only hoped she could say the same.

She was still asleep when he crept into the bedroom. He quietly shed his clothes, letting them fall to the floor, then slipped under the sheet beside her. She turned to him, seeking his warmth. He pulled her close and, comforted by the warm weight of her in his arms, drifted off to sleep.

When they woke he ordered a pizza, and spent the rest of the day as he’d planned, pampering her, feeding her, and cuddling with her on the sofa. When she fell asleep during the movie, he carried her up to bed and tucked her in, then crawled in beside her. Content , happy, he closed his eyes.

When he opened them the next morning, she was gone.