Page 67 of Snow Bound

“Not really.”

One eyebrow went up. “Not really?”

“I thought you were avoiding me, and that made me mad.”

The second eyebrow joined the first. “Why would I be avoiding you?”

“I don’t know.” Now she felt silly. “Because I cried a lot and men don’t like that?”

He laughed, low and delighted. “Sugar, I’m a Dom. If you’re not crying—or begging—I’m not doing my job.”

“Good grief,” she muttered but she was grinning.

“So, to clarify. You’re feeling good?”

“Yes.”

“Fit?”

Excitement was beginning to simmer. “Yes.”

He walked behind her. “Awake and aware?”

She was so aware of him she’d swear her skin was tingling. “Yes, Sir.”

An arm slid around her from behind. “You ate breakfast?”

The power of speech momentarily failed her, so she nodded. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans as he pressed it against her back. His mouth brushed over the sensitive rim of her ear before he whispered, “Good. You’ll need your strength. Ask me why, Anna.”

She had to swallow twice to make her voice work. “Why do I need my strength, Sir?”

“Because I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Oh, boy.

Grant grinned when she shuddered against him. Her breath had quickened, her nipples were already peaked with arousal. With her hair down he couldn’t quite see her face, but he’d bet a year’s rent that her cheeks were flushed.

Which reminded him. He reached over her shoulder and held out the elastic hair band he’d slipped over his wrist. He saw her fingers lift, then hesitate. “Braid your hair. I want a handle.”

She swallowed with an audible gulp, but she took the band, gathered the thick mass and followed orders.

He stepped back and knelt to dig into his toy bag, coming up with leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a butt plug—bigger than she was used to—and a wand vibrator—he wanted her so mindless with need that she’d take the discomfort of his dick in her ass eagerly.

Her fingers were moving swiftly despite their trembling, and she was almost finished with the braid. After a moment’s consideration, he snagged the nipple clamps with the long connecting chain. Yes, they would do nicely.

He rose to his feet as she was wrapping the elastic around the end of the braid. It hung down between her shoulder blades, a rope of fire. He stepped up and wrapped it around his hand and her breathing hitched, pleasing him.

“You’re awfully jumpy,” he whispered in her ear and gloried in her answering shiver. “Nervous?”

“A little, Sir.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, with more than a hint of nerves in it. He wondered if she realized that she only called him Sir when she was feeling submissive.

He slid a hand down her soft belly, between her thighs to her pussy. His finger slid easily over tissue already swollen and slick with need. “Turned on?”

Her voice was thick with need “Yes, Sir.”

“Me, too.” He slid two fingers deep, into the tight clasp of her body. “I can’t wait to see you bent over with my dick between those plump, pretty cheeks.”

Her eyes flared, and her pussy grew wetter under his stroking hand. “I’m going to make it good for you. I promise. By the time we’re done, you’ll think your ass was made to take my cock.”

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