Page 29 of Snow Bound

“Still a bad girl,” he said with a disappointed sigh. He raised a hand and lightly slapped one thigh. She jumped at the impact, though he knew the sound was sharper than the sting. “Open.”

She eyed him consideringly, as though she were weighing the pros and cons of disobedience, then her legs slid open a scant few inches. He slapped her thigh again, harder. “I said open. You won’t like it if I have to ask again.”

Her eyes flared as she inhaled, and he had to fight to keep his expression stern. They’d already established she liked being spanked—liked it a lot, if the veritable flood from her pussy was any indication—and her inner thighs would be more sensitive than her butt. He thought he might have to give her a third pop, but to his satisfaction—and okay, a little disappointment—she finally obeyed.

But not wide enough. He could see her outer labia, slicked with moisture, but the lips were still closed, her clit barely visible between the delicate folds.

“When I say spread, I mean fucking spread,” he told her and with a hand on the inside of each knee, shoved her thighs as far apart as they could go.

She let out a startled squeak that he ignored, eyeing with satisfaction her new position—thighs spread so wide they were nearly perpendicular to her torso, knees flat on the bed. She was flexible, he noted, and raised his eyes to her face. “Does that hurt?”

She shook her head.

“Then stay that way,” he commanded and knelt on the bed between her spread thighs.

Her pussy was on bold display, the outer lips spread wide to reveal the dark pink of her inner labia and the slightly gaping hole between them. It quivered under his gaze, and his dick gave an answering throb. Promising himself he’d be back, he shifted his attention to her clit. With her legs spread it was clearly visible, sticking out bold and brash at the top of her sex.

“That’s a pretty clit you’ve got there, Anna,” he drawled, and watched with interest as her blush deepened.. “Big, too.”

A flash of embarrassment darkened her eyes, and she shifted in discomfort. But her nipples tightened even further, their color darkening, and her pussy opened up a little more.

“Pretty pussy, too,” he said, lowering himself between her thighs. He paused to adjust his dick, then continued until he was belly down between her spread legs, his face mere inches from the promised land.

He breathed in her sweet, earthy scent, making sure she knew what he was doing. Her face was tomato red, her chest the same color, and the embarrassment in her expression was unmistakable—but so was her arousal. It appeared as though being embarrassed turned Anna on, he mused. But since she hadn’t mentioned it—and erotic humiliation was a particularly tricky kink—he thought a check-in might be in order.

He laid a hand on her thigh, felt the muscle quiver. “Give me a color, Anna.”

“Um.” She blinked rapidly, as though coming out of a daze, and the hectic color on her face faded a bit. “Green.”

“Good.” He gave her thigh a gentle, reassuring caress, then dropped his hand.

“I can see all of your pussy,” he said bluntly and her color bloomed. “Your pretty clit, your tight little hole.” He skimmed her labia with a gentle finger. “All this mess that tells me you’re ready to get fucked.”

She was all but glowing now, squirming in embarrassment and need.

“Is that true, Anna?” he asked softly, the words barely audible over her ragged breathing. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

She jerked her head yes, her eyes wild and hopeful.

“Ask me,” he ordered.

Her eyes flickered, a flash of vulnerability that intrigued him. But it was gone in a blink, replaced by the stubbornness he’d expected.

He waited a beat, eyebrows raised. “No? Hmm. I could’ve sworn you were ready. Well, that’s all right. I’ll just amuse myself until you are.”

He lowered his head to her pussy and her hips pulsed up to meet him.

“Don’t move,” he ordered and slapped the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to her glistening labia.

She jerked, whimpering, then fell still.

He counted twenty-seven seconds before she tried it again. He hit the other thigh this time, just as hard. “I said don’t move. You’re not ready to get fucked, remember?”

“God, you’re mean.” She whispered it, like she wasn’t quite sure if she should say it out loud, and he grinned.

“And shut up, I’m punishing you,” he added and blew a gentle breath over her clit. The muscles in her thighs went tight—he could actually see them tense. He waited until they’d relaxed minutely, then aimed a puff of air at the soft pink opening, just for the pleasure of watching it flex.

She moaned but didn’t speak, and in reward he dragged his tongue through the furrow of her pussy from taint to clit.

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