by Alisha Rai
“You don’t have to do that,” she protested.
“Yes he does. Hush, Ana.”
“Taylor, this is his place, and we cannot kick him out of it.”
“As much as I love being the cause of marital discord, honey, this time it’s just not worth it. I did promise you guys this place for the weekend and you don’t need to worry about me staying and messing things up.” Eli winked at her. “Threes a crowd anyway.”
Chapter Five
Eli stormed back inside, closing the door against the rush of snow and wind. “Um. You guys mind if I stay a day?”
Ana looked up from the magazine she was halfheartedly flipping through while Taylor was tidying the kitchen. “What happened?”
“A tree crashed across the pass about ten minutes down from here. I called into the emergency operations in town, but they said they wouldn’t be able to clear it until this evening.”
“Son of a bitch,” Taylor said, as he emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the towel at his waist.
“But everything will be okay by tonight, right?” she asked.
“Sure. They’re usually pretty quick about clearing things out of here.”
“Can we just go move it?” Taylor asked, his manner brusque.
“How strong do you think you are?” Ana joked, in an effort to cover the fact that her husband was clearly annoyed that the man wanted to stay in his own house.
Eli’s lips quirked. “I dunno, hon. Me and Taylor could kick some ass back in our day. But no, man. It’s not some little sapling. If there were a few more of us, probably, but not just you and me.”
“We’d be delighted to have you here, wouldn’t we, Taylor.” Not that she even phrased it as a question, but she took his grunt for capitulation.
Nonetheless, Eli looked pained. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nonsense. It’s not like having you here will keep us from doing anything.”
“Huh. Is that right?”
It took her a second to realize why Eli sounded so amused. She hadn’t meant it like that. “I mean…I was just thinking Taylor and I should play outside today. The snow is so nice. You can join us, if you want.”
“Play outside?”
Yes. So we don’t have to talk inside. Or worse, so I don’t have to be cooped up with a double dose of testosterone that will get me thinking all sorts of naughty things. Wussy, wussy, wussy.
Fine, she admitted it. She’d arranged this vacation so they could come clean with each other, but at the same time she dreaded that talk, feared what he would say. It had been one thing to know, intellectually, that he’d had more sexual partners than her. Actually looking at a younger version of Taylor engaging in threesomes and bondage games? Hello, insecurity. The devil of inadequacy whispered in her ear, feeding her fear that she was the reason he’d played it vanilla with her. What would she do if he confirmed that fear? On a more selfish note, what would she do with these newfound desires if he rejected her? Die a little inside, that’s what.
Melodrama, table of one.
Ana tried to inject her usual enthusiasm into her voice so her inner turmoil wouldn’t show. “Sure. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“There are some snowshoes in the storage shed,” Eli offered. “If you two want to go play outside, go ahead. I think I’ll just stay here. Watch some movies or read a book.”
She willed away the flush on her cheeks, thinking of the movie she and Taylor had watched the night before. Of course Eli was talking about something completely innocent. “Right. Sounds great.”
Taylor sighed, sounding very put-upon. “Fine. Let’s get you bundled up.”
Taylor studied the shape of Ana’s ass in the bright pink snowsuit she wore. It was a sad, sad day when the sight of the woman in a shapeless outfit drove him a little mad.
For the umpteenth time he cursed Eli’s presence. His best friend had the absolute worst timing. Forget the fact that he’d been put outside like a naughty pup, when he could be snuggling with his wife on a wide leather sofa. With the other man here, he couldn’t even try to communicate with her about their recent escapades…not that he had the slightest inkling of how to broach that subject.
You know that mind-blowing sex we had last night? Please don’t let me fuck you like an animal anymore. We need to leave here, because I think this place is making me want to do things to you that aren’t even entirely legal in some states. Oh, yeah, and I never told you, but I’m a—
Abort, abort. Don’t think it. If you don’t think it, it’s not real.
That’s right. The test wasn’t over yet. He still had all day tomorrow to get his body and rioting hormones under control. Perhaps by then he’d also be able to figure out what was going on in his newly enabling wife’s tricky brain.
“This fresh air is so bracing, isn’t it?”
Ana had to shout, and even then her voice was muffled by the ski mask on her face. His outfit wasn’t nearly so confining, but then, his body temperature was higher than hers. The wind had stopped howling, and there was a lull in the snow. A good foot or two of the stuff had built up on the ground from the night before. It was soft, perfect for—
A snowball hit him square in the face. He recoiled in instinct and then shook his head. Ana’s brown eyes behind her mask were alight with mischief and delight. “Whoops.”
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Hmmm.” She leaned over, picked up a handful of snow and packed it deliberately between her palms. He watched her, hands loose at his sides. She let it fly, and this time the powder hit him square in the chest and dissipated. “Do you believe it now?”
“You little…”
When he bent over to grab some snow, she squealed and began running away, but soon discovered snowshoes didn’t allow for much speed. She wasted precious seconds trying to get her feet out from them. He, who had far more practice with the shoes, took them off in record time. Still, he waited patiently in his boots.
She yelped again when she glanced over her shoulder and took in his ready stance, a snowball in each hand, and started to run back to the house.
“I’ll give you a ten-second lead,” he announced. He was feeling generous, after all, and she was slow and tiny compared to him. Still, he let the snowballs fly, watching as she ducked and they smacked into the ground near her.
“Sucker…” came her faint reply as she disappeared around a tree.
Taylor didn’t even bother to run, his strides eating up the ground, one step to every three of hers. The snow was so soft it was an easy matter to simply follow her footprints.
About ten feet into the woods, though, her footsteps stopped in front of a tree.
His eyes narrowed. He looked left, and then right. He even glanced up, but there was no Ana sitting up a tree. Not like she would have that much maneuverability with the bulky outfit on her. “Ana,” he shouted.
Nothing.
He listened, but unlike Eli and the rest of his family, his hearing wasn’t quite so superior.
His smell, though…
Taylor smiled grimly and inhaled, sorting through the scent of pine and smoke to find Ana’s uniquely feminine scent, overlaid by vanilla lotion.
Aaaaand, there she was. Hello, Ana.
He stepped around the tree, only then noticing the almost too-careful brushing of the snow. A smile spread across his face, both proud and amazed. Smart girl, dragging something behind her to keep her path hidden.
For someone who’d grown up in a crowded city, she’d just mightily impressed him.
He didn’t bother walking anymore, but started running, his legs eating up the ground, following both her scent and the brushed path in the snow. He’d catch her soon.
She’d zigged and zagged well though, moving fast for a tiny human who was weighed down by winter clothes, boots and what appeared to be a tree branch. His admiration shot up another notch.
So did his lust.
When I find her…
He couldn’t even
formulate the words as he ran faster, as her scent became stronger. Images passed through his mind of her wearing a fragile peasant blouse and flimsy skirt. When he found her, he would rip her top off…
His strides lengthened. She’d gasp, but her body would conform to his, her mouth eating his as surely as he ate at hers. Sinking sweetly to her knees, she would open his rough trousers, take his cock out and suck it into her mouth. He’d control her motions with his hand on her head, making sure that she fucked him exactly as he wanted and needed it, and then he’d hoist her up against the side of a tree, rip her panties off and fuck her as she screamed and squirmed under his body. The rough bark would bite into his hands where he braced them, but he wouldn’t care, would be unable to stop…
The sound of panting filled his ears, and it took him a second to realize it was him, his breathing coming mostly from arousal and not exertion.
Find your woman.
Fuck your woman.
The sentences became a never-ending loop in his head, reverberating through every cell in his body, commanding him, working him into a frenzy. He didn’t even need to look at the disturbed snow—he could smell her, so close, so close, soclosesoclosesoclose…
He broke free from the stand of trees. Her ski suit made her into a target of puffy pink, small and defenseless in the huge backyard of the cottage. Like any good predator, he made sure she heard him too late. By the time she started to turn, he was in mid-leap. She could only get out a tiny squeak before he tackled her to the ground.
Somehow, though he was in his frenzied state, he managed to keep her landing soft, cradling a hand under her head so she wouldn’t smack it against the snow, shifting his weight so he didn’t land on her.
He kissed her, his desperation and need a living thing, uncaring that she still wore a ski mask, uncaring that she was bundled in layers of slick outerwear.
She kissed him back eagerly, but it was the cold lips under his that made him draw back, reason entering his mind for the first time since he’d caught her scent.
“Inside,” he said roughly.
With the ski mask on, all he could see was her wild eyes and her lax, wet mouth. She grabbed him by the sides of his face and brought him down to kiss her again.
He complied, surprised and hard. Was she as excited by this chase as he was? It was the slight touch of wetness on his wrist where his glove had separated from his jacket sleeve that brought him back to the world.
“Too cold,” he rumbled, and moved off her despite her grasping arms.
He hoisted her to her feet and glanced at the house. Eli was inside there.
Good. Make him watch you take her. Maybe he doesn’t know yet that she’s yours. Force him to admit it.
Taylor shook his head, trying to shove the vicious thoughts out. Images bombarded him again, even more dark and dirty, of Eli holding Ana still for his penetration. Fucking his wife’s mouth while the other man ate out her cunt, both of them driving her wild with pleasure.
No! No. He’d never treat her like that.
“Taylor, please, fuck me here. I need you so bad.”
The dirty word coming from his wife’s sweet lips drove him even further into his dangerously borderline feral state. If she had had his higher body temperature, she probably could have easily been fucked into a snowbank, but she didn’t. And he feared what would happen if he did take her to the house to find Eli there.
So he hoisted her into a fireman’s carry, ignoring her yelp of surprise, and made way for the huge storage shed. Despite its humble name, the space was large and neat, and most importantly, it kept the cold out.
After he entered, he set her on her feet on the concrete floor and gave her a terse order. “Strip.” The interior of the large shed was already warmer than the outdoors, but he turned on the two space heaters on either end of the open floor.
He stripped his own clothes off, tossing them into a pile on the ground, until he stood naked. By the time he’d done that, she’d just wiggled out of her tight boots and snowsuit and was about to pull her ski mask off. “Leave the mask on.”
She blinked at him with her innocent doe eyes, taking in his naked and ready body. He stalked closer to her. “Do you have any idea what you’ve started here?”
She shook her head and then gasped when he took her flannel shirt in his hands and ripped it clean down the center, buttons pinging everywhere. He shredded the shirt underneath it as well, and then her bra while she stood docilely in front of him. “It’ll be hard, and rough. Tell me now if you don’t want it.” He didn’t know how he’d let her go, but even if it killed him, he’d find some way to allow her to walk out the door. He’d find some way to bury this part of him deep inside.
She said nothing, though her brown eyes behind the mask were more than eloquent, conveying a need and a desire he couldn’t mistake. She unsnapped her jeans, shimmied them down her legs, dropping her panties with them as well.
“Your safe word is mountain. Say it and everything stops.” They’d had no need for safe words before, had never engaged in anything which might lead to confusion as to whether she wanted it or not.
He waited until she nodded before spinning her around so her back was facing him. With a quick jerk, he pushed her mask up until it covered only the top half of her face, leaving her nose and mouth free. She breathed in fast little pants once she was essentially blindfolded. “Can you see?”
She gave a shake of her head.
“Good.” Taylor led her over to a waist-high worktable near the wall and pressed on her back to lower her over it so her ass stuck out toward him. For someone so tiny, her ass was a round handful that always delighted him. He pressed his palm to her cheek and squeezed it roughly, loving the way the resilient flesh gave way under his palm. When he released her, he could see the imprint of his hand there fading into her skin.
He stared at that imprint until it was long gone, stroking over the rest of her flesh. The fine tremors running through her body, the loss of control she was experiencing the longer he waited, ironically made him gain more control, made him more determined to teach her a lesson.
In…what, he wasn’t quite sure.
“You’ve been teasing me, Ana.” He ran his finger up her fragile spine, making her shiver. “Hitting me with snowballs, making me chase you through the woods. You knew what would happen when you did it, didn’t you?” His voice sounded lower to his own ears, like a stranger’s.
“No.”
His hand pulled back and swung forward. A part of his brain, the sane, rational part that didn’t understand why he was doing this, watched in horrific fascination, as if he were doing this in slow motion. The slap resonated through the room. “You’re lying to me.”
Stopthisstopthisstopthisstopthis…
“No!”
The shocked voice inside him grew dimmer when he popped her a second time. “I think you did know.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” Don’t say mountain, don’t say mountain…
“Please…don’t make me wait. I was teasing you. I did know.”
If someone had goosed him with an electrical current, he couldn’t have been more shocked by Ana’s husky plea. God. She wanted this. She really wanted this.
So give it to her.
A smile spread across his face. Yeah, he’d give it to her. “Whatever you want.”
Chapter Six
Ana hadn’t realized just how kinky her secret desires could get until she was blindfolded, bent naked over a cold metal worktable and begging to be spanked by her husband.
Masturbating and teasing her husband in a car? Please. Vanilla.
Giving him a blowjob while they watched a porno together? Only mildly naughty.
But this…this was pretty out there.
She wasn’t even all that sure what she had gotten into. But it had felt so good, that first little burst of pain when Taylor had swatted her, all of the sensations increased thanks to her loss of sight. It could only get bett
er.
And more importantly, she trusted Taylor. Trusted him with her life and safety, and trusted him to stop if she uttered the safe word.
He slapped her ass again, harder, and she gasped, her stiff nipples rubbing against the chilled metal of the table. His blows fell on both cheeks at a speed he constantly varied. It got to the point that she was waiting with bated breath for the next blow to fall.
But then they stopped. Her breathing was harsh in her ears, mingling with the sound of his breathing behind her. She waited.
And waited. Her back was hot from the space heaters and his swats, while her front was freezing from the metal.
Frowning, she tried to push herself up from the table. His hand between her shoulder blades stopped her. “Did I tell you to get up?”
The unfamiliar silky menace in his voice sent a rush of wetness straight to her vagina. “N-no.”
“Down.”
She lay down in the original position, not at all surprised when he pulled her arms behind her. Something looped around her wrists and tightened. “Your bra is pretty much useless for anything but this,” he said, dark humor in his voice.
She shivered. He’d tied her up with her own bra? She probably should have been protesting that, but…sexy.
He’d tied her loose enough that her arms didn’t hurt. Mainly, she just felt…helpless. And God, it was fun.
She tried to inject a beguiling note in her voice. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you say.”
His hand sank into the strands of her hair and he drew her head up. The tug on her scalp made her as hot as it had the night before. His teeth scraped the side of her neck before he whispered in her ear. “You have to do whatever I say. You’re all tied up, just for me. Do you understand?”
She nodded, then gave a gasp when he gently bit at her ear. “Say, yes sir.”
“Yes…sir.”
“Good girl.”
The phrase was sexist and chauvinistic. So why did it thrill her as much as it had last night? She waited, breath held, pussy slick, as she listened to him walk away.
