Snow Bound: The Complete Story

Snow Bound: The Complete Story by Julia P. Lynde Read Free Book Online

Book: Snow Bound: The Complete Story by Julia P. Lynde Read Free Book Online
Authors: Julia P. Lynde
Tags: Romance, BDSM, 2013
one around each wrist, tying it firmly, but made sure it was safe. I tied her right wrist to the headboard, her left wrist to the foot of the bed, pulling her arms tautly. Her feet faced towards the doorway. I pulled her until her head hung off the side of the bed.
    I walked around, admiring her, admiring my handiwork. I wasn't done, but I wanted a taste. I walked back to her head and knelt down beside the bed. I stroked her sides. She shivered but otherwise lay still.
    "Good girl," I told her again.
    I cupped each breast. She almost arched her back. I saw her muscles tense, then I watched as she resisted the urges. I fondled each nipple, smiling. She moaned.
    "Sarah?"
    "Yes, lovely one?" I asked her.
    "No one has touched me for a long time."
    "I am touching you now, Allison," I replied. "Do you like it?"
    "Yes!" She licked her lips. "It's very hard to not move."
    "I know," I said. "You haven't finished surrendering." I licked her ear. She giggled. "You want to surrender, but it's hard."
    "Yes."
    She arched her back.
    "Oh Allison," I said sadly. I leaned in so her head was resting on my shoulder then reached up with one hand, clamping it over her mouth. With the other I clamped her nose closed.
    She began struggling immediately. She became frantic nearly instantly, her head trying to escape my hold, but I was clasping tightly. Her feet began to kick on the bed. I held her like that for a count of fifteen seconds, then released her. She immediately began hyperventilating.
    "I'm sorry!" she said, panting, clearly in a panic. "I'm sorry."
    "Octopus?"
    "No!"
    "Are you sure?"
    "No octopus," she said.
    "You're very brave," I told her into her ear. "That was fifteen seconds. The next one will be thirty."
    "I'm sorry," she said again.
    I kissed her ear. "I know you are." I turned her head and kissed her lips. I imagined I could taste her fear and her lust. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, devouring her greedily. She moaned into the kiss.
    She was breathless after the kiss. I set her head down gently and moved away from her. "You have a lovely body, Allison."
    "I'm old," she said.
    I was immediately back at her head.
    "Oh god!"
    I moved slowly. I slipped her head onto my shoulder. I clasped her nose.
    "You are lovely, Allison," I told her. "You have a lovely body. But I am in control, and I will not tolerate an unworthy attitude."
    "I'm sorry," she said meekly. I slowly moved my hand over her mouth. She didn't struggle. I felt her breathing against my hand before I clamped it tightly over her mouth.
    She accepted her punishment meekly at first, but deprived of air, everyone eventually panics. I counted to thirty before I released her.
    She gasped for air. I caressed her gently while she got herself under control.
    "Octopus?"
    "No!"
    "The next one is forty-five seconds."
    She didn't say anything.
    "You will listen," I told her.
    "Yes, Sarah."
    "You have an amazing body. It drives me crazy looking at it. I really hope I get to taste all those lovely bits and pieces of it, but if I keep punishing you, you'll eventually crack and ruin all our fun."
    "I'm trying to be good," she said.
    I kissed her ear. "I know you are. Try harder." I caressed her soothingly for a while. "Do you like this?"
    "Yes," she said quietly.
    "I am going to tie your ankles next. Would you like that?"
    "Yes."
    I took another kiss from her, then caressed her face and stood up. I walked to the end of the bed, grabbing a bathrobe pelt, and grabbed her left ankle. I tied the belt around her ankle, then bent her knee before pulling her ankle towards the foot of the bed, tying it off. I crawled across her to tie her right leg. When I was done, her legs were spread wide but with her knees bent and in the air.
    I stood watching her. I could see her sex clearly. I imagined she felt exceedingly exposed and vulnerable.
    "I am looking at you," I told her. "Can you imagine what I see?"
    "Yes," she said.
    "How do you feel knowing I could go get my camera right now and photograph

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