Snow Bound: The Complete Story (8 page)

"Does it have an odd or even number of chapters?"

"Odd," I said. "Seven chapters. It ends well."

She wiped the tears away then crawled up the bed to me and laid down in her spot. "Please wait here," I told her. I got up and put the laptop back in the living room, then returned to her. "Roll over," I ordered. "I want to spoon. It's time to sleep."

She wriggled her bottom again. I slapped it just a little. "No more tonight. Sleepy time."

We cuddled up and I buried my nose in her hair.

"Sarah?"

"Go to sleep."

"I won't be untying my ankles in the morning."

I kissed her neck.

* * *

I almost panicked when I woke up in the morning. Someone was holding me, imprisoning me. A pair of arms were wrapped around me from behind, and there was a knee stuck between my legs.

I started to struggle to get up.

"Hey," said a voice. Allison's voice. I remembered.

I stopped struggling. "Are your ankles still tied?" I asked.

"Yes."

She started to unwrap herself from me. "I'm sorry," she said.

"No." I grabbed her arms and pulled them back where they were, wrapped around me. I kissed an arm.

We cuddled like that for a few minutes, but I started to get antsy. I rolled us both over, her on her back, me on my side facing her.

"Regrets?" I asked.

"No. Will you read me the next chapter?"

"Maybe," I said. I tried to look out the window but couldn't see very well. "This room doesn't have as good a view."

"It used to, then those evergreens grew up."

I got out of bed. The cabin was chilly. I ran out to the living room. It was still snowing.

I ran back into the bedroom. "It's still snowing. I need to take photos."

"May I come?"

I smiled. "I was hoping you would." I walked to the bed and ripped the bedding off her.

"Hey!" she complained. "Cold!"

"Ankles. Now."

She obediently offered me her feet. I untied them. "Are you going to let me put this back on later?"

She nodded slowly.

I rolled her over and swatted her bottom. "Get up! Bathroom. Teeth!" Then I went over to her dresser and helped myself to another pair of her undies.

She saw me slipping them on and smiled.

We both did our morning rituals. I went to the laundry room and dressed in my own clothes then brought everything I needed to the kitchen island. I grabbed my camera from its bags and switched lenses. From my backpack I retrieved the weather case I used in situations like this and stuffed the camera inside.

Allison arrived. I pulled her to me and kissed her. "Kneel!"

She immediately dropped to her knees with no hesitation. I kissed her again then held her for a moment. "Are you starving?"

"No. How long will we be outside?"

"An hour," I told her. "Then inside for breakfast." I leered down at her. I kissed her again then pulled her to her feet. "Thank you," I whispered into her ear.

We finished bundling up before stepping outside. We stood on the deck and watched the snow falling. It was coming straight down. No wind. The world was nearly silent. The air felt crisp.

"Is the lake safe to walk on?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

The cabin was set back from the lake. The slope that had started at the road continued gently all the way down to the water. I followed Allison as she led the way. I stopped her as we approached the bottom. "Let me lead from here," I said. She nodded.

There was a pile of some structure near the lake. I asked her what it was.

"Dock sections," she said. "You have to pull it out of the water for the winter or the ice destroys it."

I took a handful of photos. I wasn't sure why, but it seemed to set a tone.

Then we approached the water.

The entire lake was frozen over and white. The falling snow gave everything a crisp but subdued appearance. It was beautiful. I started taking pictures. The ones I liked the most were taken from very low, just inches above the snow, and pointing along the shoreline. I took shots of my own footprints. I took shots of trees laden in snow.

I turned to Allison, trudging along behind me, smiling. "Allison," I said. "Would you stand over here?" I pointed to a spot twenty yards from shore. The shoreline here was filled with conifers, and they would make a great backdrop. She stood where I asked. I walked around her. She tried following me. "Hold still," I told her. "Just like that."

I didn't take photos. I framed shots and thought about it.

I walked over to her. "I want you to take some photos of me," I told her. "Walk around me like I just did, shooting constantly." I handed her the camera, still in its weather case. I looked around. "Do you think anyone is watching us?"

"I don't know," she said. "Are you thinking of doing something you don't want anyone to see?"

"I don't care if they see," I said. "But you might."

She looked at me for a moment then shrugged. "I'm not going to judge. Tell me when to start shooting."

I smiled. I took my hat off and fluffed my hair. "Any time. Just keep shooting."

She lifted the camera and started shooting. I could tell working it through the case was awkward for her, but she figured out how to access the controls. She did one circle, and I ignored her. For the second circle, I followed her with my head, staring directly into the camera.

For the third, I unzipped my jacket and held it away from me. After she'd gotten several photos, I dropped it. She took a few shots of the jacket in the snow. I took the sweater off and unbuttoned the blouse. I decided that was enough. After that, I flirted with her through the lens of the camera.

I saw her lick her lips at one point. Knowing I was affecting her gave me a little rush.

"Okay, cold now!" I said. I didn't bother buttoning, but I pulled the sweater back on, pulled my hat over my ears, and put my jacket on. I took the camera from Allison, and she pulled her gloves back on.

"Thank you," I told her.

"You're welcome," she said. "I thought you weren't going to do any like that."

"Upset?"

"No. Just curious."

"I was being opportunistic. You were here and took nice photos last night." I paused. "Ready to go inside?"

She nodded. I took her hand and we walked to the cabin together.

One we got to the porch, we brushed snow off each other and shook off as best we could before stepping inside the cabin. Once inside we climbed out of our outerwear and carried them to the laundry room to hang up or set on the rug. I grabbed Allison and pushed her firmly against the wall, pressing my body against her. I wove my hand in her hair and pulled her mouth to me for a kiss.

She whimpered into the kiss. The sound woke up Predator Sarah, but I shoved her back with an unspoken "Soon".

"Breakfast first," I told Allison, releasing her.

She smiled at me and nodded, but before I could step back, she put her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I enveloped her in my own arms for a moment, then pulled away. "What are you cooking for me, Slave Girl?"

"Slave Girl, is it?"

I looked at her.

"Are pancakes all right, Mistress?"

I laughed. "Yes, Slave Girl. Pancakes would be fabulous."

She laughed, leading the way back to the kitchen.

While she cooked, I downloaded everything from the camera to my computer. I went through everything and immediately realized I had all the photos of her from last night. I dug through my camera bag and found my collection of USB thumb drives. I searched for a blank one and copied the photos of Allison to it, deleting them from my hard drive as I went, but staring at each one first.

I would have used all of them. It was definitely best to remove temptation.

I went through the photos I'd taken this morning. There were a couple that were blurry. I deleted them. The rest I liked.

"May I see?" she asked.

I turned the computer around and went through the photos. When we got to the ones she had taken, she asked me to slow down. I went through them slowly until she said, "Stop."

It was one of the photos she'd taken once I was trying to flirt with her. The background was the snow-covered trees. My head was down and I was looking at the camera through my eyelashes, my head slightly cocked. There was a half smile on my lips. You could just see the lace of my bra.

"Sarah," Allison said quietly, "may I have a copy of that?"

I smiled at her. I turned the computer around and sat at a bar stool. I pulled the image up in Photoshop and did a little cleanup. When I was done, I copied it to the thumb drive.

I finished with the photos and put the computer and camera away. I set the thumb drive to the side after telling Allison what it is. "I wouldn't leave it sitting around for anyone else to see," I told her, grinning.

She blushed.

* * *

After a far too fattening breakfast, I pulled her to the bedroom and immediately began pulling clothes off her. She giggled and was very cooperative. She reached for a few kisses, but I swatted her on the bottom and told her to knock it off.

She pouted. It was cute.

"Undress me," I ordered. "But behave."

She did.

Then I put my hands on her shoulders and started marching her backwards into the bathroom. I grinned at her.

"Oh no," she said. "I was good."

I pushed her until she had her back against the shower. "Get in," I told her.

She tried to reach around and turn the water on.

"Get in right now," I told her sternly.

She meekly climbed into the shower. I turned the water on, and she immediately began shrieking. "Cold! Sarah! Cold!"

"Let me know when it's a comfortable temperature," I told her.

She continued to shriek for several seconds but finally got the water adjusted properly. I reached in, testing it, then climbed in after her.

"Sarah? What did I do to deserve that?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I was feeling playful. It wasn't fair."

"Are you going to make it up to me?"

"I might," I said. "How long will the water last."

"A long time," she said. "I have a very large hot water heater. It doesn't do to make guests take cold showers."

I maneuvered her until the water was pouring over her head from behind her, then pulled her forward and took her mouth in a kiss. Her lips parted immediately for my tongue. She tasted like a mix of Allison, pancakes and syrup. She reached up with her arms and draped them around my neck. I wrapped mine around her body, my hands cupping her ass. We molded our slippery bodies together.

I broke the kiss and reached for the soap. "Turn around," I ordered. "Hands on the wall." I made her lean against the wall like I was a cop about to frisk her, the water raining down her head, and began to wash her.

I loved touching her. She had an amazing body. Just looking at her made my hormones go wild.

I began by washing her back and under her arms, then washed all the way to her wrists. I worked my way down her back, massaging the muscles of her lower back for a while. She moaned in appreciation. I washed her bottom and then began on her legs. I teased her for a moment, my wet, soapy fingers sliding into her. She squirmed. "Oh Sarah," she said quietly. "I love what you do to me."

I kissed her soapy bottom before sliding my fingers back out. She squirmed some more, but didn't complain. I washed both legs, then said, "Give me a foot."

She lifted her left foot. I washed it very thoroughly, teasing the toes while I was at it. Allison giggled and wriggled her foot. Before I set her foot back down, I made sure the bottom was clean of soap and the tub was also clean. "Make sure that's not slippery," I told her, setting it down. Then I took the right foot.

I worked my way back up, washing her again. I wrapped my arms around her and washed her tummy, then here breasts. For a moment, I simply held her, my front pressed against her back.

I knew what we were doing wouldn't last forever. It wouldn't last past the weekend. But it had been a long time since I've been able enjoy intimacy with someone. Holding Allison felt good.

Then my hands began moving again, first kneading her breasts, my fingers teasing her nipples. I felt them both engorge under my touch. "Today, Allison, you have permission to squirm all you like."

Oh, I loved touching her. I wanted to hear her screaming my name again. I wanted to taste her, soak in her scent.

I turned her around to face me, then jockeyed in the shower until we were sideways to the water. I kissed her, my face a little soapy. I broke the kiss and pushed her against the wall of the shower, staring into her eyes.

"You're amazing," she told me.

My entire body tingled from the complement.

"Is it my turn to wash you?" she asked.

"No," I said. I grinned then rinsed some of the water from her body, brushing her with my hands. The shower head could be pointed around the enclosure, so I reached up to it and directed it at her, rinsing the suds from her body before pointing it to the floor. I pressed against her, kissing her again, then moved my lips to her neck and began to suck voraciously.

She struggled weakly, clutching me and moaning. Her moans drove me crazy with lust.

I lowered my lips to her breast, teasing first one nipple before the other, but I was impatient now. She thrust her chest at me; I'd given her permission, after all, but I pulled away and smiled at her, then slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of her.

It was awkward in the shower, but I forced her legs further apart and maneuvered between them, my mouth seeking her sex, finding it. Her hands began to beat against the wall of the shower as I reached with my hands and spread her open for me, my tongue flicking against her clitoris, the water splashing against us.

Then her hands were in my hair, holding gently, not guiding, not pressuring, just holding my head softly. She didn't keep them there very long, as I thrust my tongue inside her and she spasmed, spanking her hands against the wall of the shower again. "Sarah!"

I hummed into her, wondering if she could feel the vibration. I nipped her clit very gently once and she jerked. I kissed her clit, pulling it into my lips, sucking on the tip of it, and her movements became more frantic. "Oh Sarah!"