Page 83 of Snow Bound

He laughed again. “Yeah, I’m ridiculous. You’re the one sitting here in a puddle. Time to spread you out, sweetheart.”

He pulled his fingers free and reached around with both hands to grab her hips. One hard yank had her skidding forward until her butt rested on the edge of the chair. He let go of her ass and moved his hands to her left foot. He slid the cuff around her ankle up the leg of the chair until he had enough slack to hook her knee over the arm, then moved to her right foot and did the same. And when she looked at the monitors she saw herself, spread wide, wet and pink for all to see.

“I fucking knew it,” Michael hissed. “That cunt is primed.”

“Fuck, yes.” Grant’s hand stroked over her, surprisingly gentle on her damp and swollen pussy, and slid two fingers deep inside once again. “It’s a goddamn river of fuck juice down here, sweetheart. You want to tell me I’m ridiculous again?”

She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could do nothing but stare at herself on the monitors in a sort of stunned shock. He was right—she was a mess.

Her hair hung half in her face, hopelessly snarled and tangled. Her eye makeup had run, black dripping down from her eyes like painted tears. Her lipstick was smeared across her chin, and the imprint of his fingers stood out on her cheek. The blindfold that still hung around her neck was soaked with drool, and her chest gleamed wet with it. Her breasts were decorated with red marks from the clothespins, some already bruising, and her nipples were dark red inside the clover clamps.

Her thighs were spread wide, the ruined stockings still covered here and there with spatters of wax. The same marks that decorated her breasts dotted her inner thighs, and between them, her pussy was wide open and soaking wet with Grant’s fingers buried deep inside.

She looked ravaged, ruined, and ready to fuck.

Grant let out a low laugh and pulled his fingers free. “You got my fingers all messy. Clean them up.”

Anna’s lips parted on a gasp of genuine shock, and that was all the opening he needed. He pushed his fingers, dripping from the finger fucking, past her lips and into her mouth. “Come on, I know you can suck better than that.”

She sucked her own flavor off his fingers and kept her eyes locked on his, willing him to see the crazed lust she was feeling, the urgency. She was so close to the edge she could taste it, but she needed him to finish it.

“That’s it,” he said softly. “Clean all that slutty pussy juice from my hand. You're such a good little slut for me, Anna. Such a good fuck doll.”

The new endearment hit her like a body blow, made her jerk, a strangled moan trapped in her throat.

“You want that, Anna?” His voice was soft, and all the more impactful for it. “You want to be my little fuck doll?”

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “You want me to pull you out of that chair and fuck you where my friend there can watch?”

She nodded as much as she could with his fingers still in her mouth, her eyes pleading with him.

He pulled his fingers free, dragging them over her lips, down her neck. He toyed with the clamps, tugging at the chain so her back arched to ease the tension. Then his fingers skimmed down, down, over her belly to delve between her thighs once more.

“Well, well, what’s this?” His fingers slipped lower, past her cunt toward her anus, and found the edges of the plug she still wore. “Son of a bitch.”

“What is it?” Michael asked.

“She’s got a plug in her ass.” The words rang with sadistic delight. “I think our little Anna here is an ass slut, too.

“That right, Anna?” He tugged, jerking the plug against the sensitive ring of her asshole, bringing the nerve endings to life.

Anna raised her head to look at him. Her body was alive with sensation, pain and pleasure swirling together in a maddening vortex. Her breath was short, her heart pounding as though she was running a marathon, and she wanted to come so badly she was willing to do just about anything to make it happen.

And he knew. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch. He knew he could finish it for her quickly, easily, but he was waiting.

Waiting, she knew, for her to beg.

She was almost ready to oblige him.

“You’re not getting your money back, no matter what you do to me. It’s gone. Spent. Kiss it the fuck goodbye.”

She sucked in a breath as his eyes went to narrow slits. “I’m getting tired of your little games. You want to fuck me, big man? You want to, what was it? ‘Take it out on my ass’? Then get to it. But I don’t think you will. Oh, you talk a good game. But that’s all you are, talk. When it comes to doing, you don’t have the balls.”

He glared at her for one heartbeat, two, then he let go of the plug. “Still spitting fire, huh Anna? Still think you can get the upper hand if you run that smart mouth long enough?”

He lifted both hands to the clamps on her breasts and raised a brow as she sucked in a horrified breath. “I’m going to enjoy proving you wrong.”

With a flick of his hands, he released them.

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