Page 68 of Snow Bound

He gave her pussy one last lingering stroke, smiling when her hips followed the motion, then stepped back and picked up the cuffs. “Safewords still work. Use them if you need them.”

Anna’s mind settled as the cuffs slipped around her wrists, her ankles. The anxiety was still there, simmering just below the surface, but over it was a layer of calm acceptance. He’d take her how he wanted to, when he wanted to, and she’d let him. Because she knew he’d take her where she needed to go, and keep her safe while he did.

He brushed a thumb over her jaw, over her lips, then stepped back. “Lie down, on your back, on the table.”

She climbed on carefully, wincing at the hard wood under her knees, and settled onto her back.

“Knees up, hands at your sides,” he directed and she complied.

He considered her for a moment, then went back to the toy bag and came out with a handful of carabiners. He clipped three together to form a short chain, then attached one end to the cuff on her right ankle and the other to her right wrist. The extra links gave her enough room to flex her thigh and stretch a little, but not enough to straighten her leg.

“Perfect.” He repeated the steps on her left side, then leaned down and kissed her, tongue stroking, teeth nipping. When he lifted his head, she swiped her tongue out over her lips to gather his taste.

“So pretty,” he murmured, coming back for one last nip. “I want all your pink parts red and glowing before I’m done.”

She inhaled sharply, drawing his attention to her breasts. He eyed the pink nubs, drawn tight by desire and anticipation. Under his gaze they hardened even more. “Well, that’s a start,” he rumbled, and bent his head.

Lightning flashed when he suckled strongly, employing lips and tongue and teeth to bring her to aching hardness. Her back arched, her hands pulling mindlessly at her restraints. Sensation rolled through her in waves, and by the time he lifted his head she was panting with need.

He surveyed his work, satisfaction stamped on his face. Her nipple was throbbing, flushed a dark red and damp from his attentions. “Nice,” he said, appreciatively. “But I think you can take more, don’t you?”

She didn’t bother to answer, knowing what was coming, and knowing he’d do what he wanted no matter her answer. She bit back a groan when he applied the clamp, twisting the screw until the little metal teeth bit into her tender flesh, just this side of cruel. The roaring in her ears nearly drowned out his hum of satisfaction. Her blood beat thick and heavy in her veins, the pain like a drug. The more he gave her, the more she wanted, because the pleasure that came with it was beyond…everything.

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.

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