Page 32 of Snow Bound

“I can do this all night,” he warned and she pried her eyes open to look at him.

He knelt between her legs, hands planted on her thighs to keep them open, a gentle, almost indulgent smile on his face. He might have looked like a tender and adoring lover if it wasn’t for the cruel gleam in his eyes.

Her clit was throbbing, making concentration difficult, but she managed to croak out an accusation. “You’re a sadist.”

He chuckled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not good,” she managed.

“Too much?” He pursed his lips. “Hmm. Maybe you’re right.”

His voice was filled with concern, even a bit of remorse, but instead of reassuring her, alarm bells began to clang.

“After all, we’ve never played together before,” he continued thoughtfully. “I don’t really know what your pain tolerances are.”

Oh, this sounded bad. Very, very bad.

“So let’s find out,” he continued and reached up to close his forefinger and thumb around her left nipple.

Instinct had her lowering her hands to her breasts, only to freeze when he barked, “Don’t. Move.”

She stared at him, her hands hovering over her breasts.

“Hands back over your head,” he ordered with a jerk of his chin, and she was moving to obey when her stubbornness kicked in and she paused, hands high in the air, halfway between subservience and defiance.

“Or what?” she asked, pleased when her voice barely trembled.

“Are you telling me no?” he asked softly, the gleam in his eyes sharpening.

The low growl of his voice made her want to shake her head no and put her hands back where he wanted them before something terrible could happen. But she didn’t. Instead she licked her lips, and with her eyes locked very un-submissively on his, said, “I’m asking what’ll happen if I do.”

Something came into his eyes—appreciation, maybe approval—then it was gone and he was leaning down, down, down until his mouth was only a breath away from hers.

He stared into her eyes for a long moment, not speaking, and when her belly had gone tight with panic and her arms were trembling from holding them up, he finally spoke.

“If you tell me no,” he said, his voice so soft she could barely hear it over the pounding of her own heart, “and you aren’t using your safeword, I will tie you to the bed.”

She blinked, confused. He knew she liked bondage, so how was this a threat?

“And when you can’t move an inch, I will make love to you so tenderly, so softly, you’ll think you were floating on a cloud.”

Her mouth fell open in shock.

“I will caress your skin so gently you’ll barely feel it,” he continued softly, menacingly. “I’ll kiss you so delicately it’ll feel like a whisper on your lips. I will take hours to fuck you, with so much lube you won’t feel even a hint friction, and when I come—and I will come—I’ll make absolutely sure you don’t.”

“That’s…that’s…” she began, foundering for words.

He raised one dark eyebrow. “Yes?” he prompted.

“Diabolical,” she whispered.

“They don’t call it sadism for nothing, sugar,” he drawled and his eyebrow inched higher. “Well?”

She hesitated one moment more, just to be contrary, then let her arms fall back over her head.

He gave a rumbling hum of satisfaction. “There now, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Yes,” she said baldly.

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