Page 69 of Snow Bound

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.

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