by Anne Kane
Snowfire: Reunion
Anne Kane
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Snowfire: Reunion
Anne Kane
When Kassie’s big-shot boyfriend dumps her, she slinks back to her isolated hometown to lick her wounds in private. But a well-endowed snowman and a reunion with an old flame makes sure her homecoming sizzles with passion.
Snowfire: Reunion
Kassie stepped back and studied her masterpiece. She’d taken the art of snow sculpting to a completely new level. Her snowman was a snowwoman -- with all the anatomical parts to prove it. Pert, up-tilted breasts with naughtily pebbled nipples adorned a snowy chest atop curvaceous hips that narrowed down to a smoothly shaved pussy.
She snickered at the thought of Gerald William Dwyer, of Dwyer, Dwyer and Sons, Inc., driving up to her little house and seeing the very unladylike snowperson in her yard. Of course, that wasn’t likely to happen. He’d be too busy with the little tart he’d dropped her for. After all the effort she’d put into being the perfect lady just to please him, he’d dumped her for an over-painted, underdressed bimbo.
She shivered as the cold started to penetrate her winter clothing. Dusting the snowflakes off her leggings, she headed back inside.
The little house wasn’t much, just a three-room cabin in the frozen bush of Northern Ontario, but it was hers. Thank goodness she wasn’t prone to cabin fever. She’d grown up here, attending school in the small town down the road. She’d dreamed of what she’d do when she grew up and left to conquer the world, but she’d never appreciated its isolation as much as she had in the past couple of weeks, while she hid from the world to lick her wounds and kick herself for ever trying to change just to please a man.
Shedding the layers of heavy winter clothing, she stirred the coals in the wood stove and added another piece of birch wood before curling up on the sofa with her book.
* * *
Opening her eyes, Kassie shivered. The fire had died down to coals during her nap, and the electric heater hadn’t kicked in yet to take up the slack. She grabbed her fleecy sweater and threw some more wood in the stove, opening the dampers to encourage the flames. Dusk had started to fall, and she wandered over to the front window to admire her snowwoman.
She blinked, sucking in a startled breath. Two snow sculptures decorated the lawn. While she’d slept, her frosty creation had gained an admirer. Her snowwoman flaunted its female attributes, but the other figure was definitely a snowman, and if that cock represented a real man, she wanted to meet the model. An impressive set of snow balls were topped with an enormous shaft that jutted out from the figure’s midsection and curved proudly upward.
A flutter of movement caught her attention. A piece of notepaper dangled from the snowman’s stick hand, flapping gently in the breeze. Not bothering to grab her coat, Kassie pulled on her boots and raced out to grab the paper and sprint back to the warmth of the house. Shivering again, she quickly read the cryptic note.
Glad to have you back here where you belong. I see you still possess that crazy sense of humor I loved in high school. If you’re interested in taking up where we left off, hang a pair of panties on your snowwoman’s arms and I’ll come visit.
No name. No signature. Nothing to identify the author.
High school? She’d had a wonderful time in high school. She’d dated just about every boy in her class at one time or another. A free spirit, she’d enjoyed herself to the full, which made her behavior with Mr. Big Shot Dwyer even more bizarre. When had she changed into a people pleaser? She shook her head. Maybe the bimbo had done her a favor.
She put the paper down on the table and went to look for her sexiest pair of panties. The identity of the snow artist might be a mystery, but she was through with being prim, proper and correct. She located her black lace thong, and then hesitated. If she hung her very favorite thong out, what would she wear when the gentleman came calling?
She could feel a wicked smile slowly curve the edges of her mouth as a very naughty idea came to mind. Taking the scrap of lace and a few other supplies, she grabbed her coat and hastened out to dress Ms. Snowwoman. She had to do some redesigning, but when she stood back to admire her work, it gave just the impression she’d been wanting. The cutout bra of the bustier framed the snowwoman’s ample chest and enhanced the sexy come-hither look she’d been aiming for. Padded, pink leather cuffs encircled the stick wrists and were joined by an ornate chain behind the sculpture. She made sure the requested pair of panties hung teasingly from the snowwoman’s bound hands.
She’d also accessorized Mr. Snowman, turn about was fair play after all. He had his own leather accessories, and he now sported a red silicon paddle, held jauntily in one hand. Kassie looked around the clearing, wondering if her unknown admirer was watching her preparations. Try though she might, she couldn’t imagine who it could be. The thought of teasing a total stranger in this intimate manner sent a wave of liquid heat running through her. Some adult games were just what she needed to take her mind off her failed relationship.
She made a few last-minute adjustments, and headed back inside the house to get ready. If he took the bait, her unknown beau wouldn’t be disappointed.
She picked strawberry and vanilla scented candles and arranged them in an arc on the shelves above the bathtub, making sure to save some for the bedroom. She found the long matches and left them on the counter so she could grab them in an instant. Next, she started the water running in the tub and sprinkled in a liberal dollop of her favorite bubble bath. She had a feeling whoever had left the note wouldn’t take long to take her up on the invitation. Still, she didn’t want to greet him all covered in wrinkles, so she’d wait until he showed up before jumping into the tub.
Stripping off her clothes, she wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel and went back to the front room. She loaded the CD changer with soft mood music, humming happily to herself. She turned on the outside lights and waited.
But not for long.
A man stepped into the clearing and strode over to the snow couple. He towered over the pair and Kassie licked her lips. She’d always had a thing for tall men. He stood over six feet, with wide shoulders that strained against the material of his fur-lined denim jacket. She ran her gaze down his body. Well-worn jeans outlined slim hips and a nice tight ass. She sucked in a deep breath when he turned to stare directly at the little house. She knew those penetrating blue eyes.
Jimmy Tanner. The techno-geek from her graduating class.
She’d had a brief fling with him in
her senior year, attracted by his intense personality and incredible intellect. He’d been the most thoughtful lover she’d ever had, always putting her pleasure before his own, a rarity with teenage boys. But then a quarterback had invited her to the homecoming rally and she’d gone without a thought.
Jimmy had been a skinny little runt back then, the kid they always picked last for sports teams in gym class. She watched the easy play of muscles under denim and felt her pussy go damp. He certainly had filled out nicely.
He turned back to the snow couple and stripped them of their toys before striding up the path toward the house, her black lace thong dangling from a finger. The wide grin on his face told her he knew exactly what to do with the items he’d confiscated.
Kassie squealed and jumped out of her chair, letting the towel fall to the floor as she ran for the tub full of warm bubbles. She felt like a giddy teenager all over again. She quickly lit the scented candles she’d set out earlier, and sank into the fragrant tub, letting the bubbles slide over her until only her face was visible. The front door closed with a solid thunk and she could hear him strip off his heavy winter boots.
* * *
Jimmy tossed his jacket onto the sofa. The sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla hung heavy in the warm air. Kassie wasn’t in sight, but in a place this size it shouldn’t be hard to find her. She’d always had a zany theatrical streak, and he’d be willing to bet his considerable fortune she’d posed herself for him to find. He looked around. The room he stood in combined living room and kitchen facilities. An ancient potbellied wood stove glowed warmly in the center of the room. Two doorways led off the back of the living room.
“Now that you’re back, you won’t escape me so easily,” he announced to the house in general. He’d meant it to sound menacing but it came out a promise. One he truly intended to keep. Kassie had been everything to him in high school, but he’d been too young and inexperienced to hold her. He’d learned a lot about both himself and women in the last few years.
He followed the smell of strawberries, and stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, entranced. Kassie’s big, green eyes stared up at him, her beautiful face framed by the wisps of dark hair escaping from the pile of curls fastened carelessly atop her head. He had to restrain himself from dropping his props right there to go and worship at her exquisite feet. He’d done that in high school and she’d walked away without a backward glance. This time he’d be in charge.
He allowed himself a dark smile. “Nice of you to come back.” He toyed with the scrap of lace in his hand. “Stand up and let me take a look at you.”
“Jimmy?” A tiny tremor of uncertainty ran through her voice. “You’ve changed a lot since high school.”
“Yes, I have.” He felt his cock harden at the thought of her bound before him. “I’m not a boy you can play with and discard. Now stand.”
Kassie placed her hands on the rim of the old claw-footed tub and slowly rose to her feet. The bubbles came with her, covering her body and then slowly sliding off to reveal the sweet skin beneath.
“Very nice.” Jimmy stepped closer and reached out to tweak one glistening nipple between thumb and forefinger. “I think I’m going to enjoy this reunion. Turn around. And let your hair down.”
Kassie turned slowly, chin held high. Lust sparkled in her eyes as she let her hair loose, shaking her head so that it shimmered in the candlelight as it fell in silky waves to caress her firmly rounded buttocks. Dusky brown nipples stood at proud attention on top of her firmly rounded breasts, puckering nicely under his gaze. She’d always been slight of stature, barely coming up to his shoulder.
“Come here.” Jimmy pointed to a spot at his feet.
Kassie focused on the floor and obediently stepped out of the tub. As she reached for a towel, Jimmy let out a disapproving growl. “I want you naked.”
“But I’m wet.” She ran her tongue across full, red lips.
“And?” He raised his brows pointedly.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second before she lowered her gaze submissively, coming to stand in front of him.
He discarded the toys on the counter and grabbed the towel himself. He began to dry her off, rubbing the soft material across her shoulders and working his way down her chest to lift each breast in turn. He cupped their heavy weight and pinched each nipple through the towel without actually touching her skin. He worked his way down, over lovely curved hips and around to her firm buttocks, gentling his touch as he ghosted the towel over her sensitive mound, smiling to himself as she quivered beneath his hands. Who would have guessed, all those years ago, that the lovely, wild Kassie had a secret submissive streak, craving someone who could tame her?
No wonder she’d left him. He’d been too nice. But she was back now, and he wasn’t the same adoring young boy. He still intended to fulfill her every desire, but now he knew exactly what she really yearned for. And he had the confidence and experience to make sure she’d squirm happily beneath him.
He tossed the towel aside and stripped off his own clothing, enjoying the look on her face as he revealed muscles sculpted by a rigorous fitness regime.
He took her by the wrist and drew her into the circle of his arms, noting with satisfaction the way her soft body molded tightly to his. Lowering his head, he took her lips in an aggressive kiss that brooked no opposition. His tongue demanded entrance, sweeping in to engage hers in a fiercely erotic duel as he let his hands slide down her back to grasp the soft cheeks of her butt, pulling her hard against him.
“Damn, you have no idea how long I’ve planned for this moment.” He muttered the words against her lips, enjoying the honeyed taste of her mouth. Her eyes shone with arousal beneath long, dark lashes and he felt a flash of savage triumph. She wanted him.
He scooped her up in his arms and kicked open the door to the adjoining room. He tossed her onto the bed, following her down to draw her arms up. Pinning them over her head, he proceeded to plunder her mouth anew. She gasped for air and he relented, jumping off the bed to go fetch the discarded toys from the bathroom counter.
He paused, supplies in hand, to appreciate the sight of Kassie spread across the bed in total abandon, her glorious mane shimmering in the soft candlelight. He’d always loved the silky feel of her long hair sliding across his naked body when they’d made love.
Kassie’s gaze dropped to his shaft and her eyes widened, a small gasp escaping her. “I’d forgotten how well-endowed you are.” She ran her tongue over her lips, leaving them to glisten wetly.
Jimmy gave her a wicked smile. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t forget again.” He crossed to the bed and dropped the paddle and leathers on the nightstand. He grasped the wrist of her right hand and wrapped the padded cuff around it, repeating the process with her other arm. “I’m going to spread you out and fuck you until you’re too tired to move. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging me to stay. And you won’t ever consider leaving me again.”
Kassie looked up at him with those big, green eyes and gave him a saucy grin. “We’ll see. You’ll have to be awful good to make me want you to stay.”
Jimmy reckoned it was time to let her know just how much their roles had changed. “You need to learn some respect.”
Sitting himself on the edge of the bed, he dragged her over his lap. She let out a startled yelp and squirmed, but he held her down with a firm hand and reached for the rubber paddle.
Kassie twisted her neck to stare up at him. “You wouldn’t!” He grinned and brought the paddle down across the soft cheeks of her ass. “Ouch!”
Kassie jumped and squirmed but he held her down easily with one hand, giving her several more swats with the paddle until her cheeks were flushed a nice deep pink. Every stroke had her squirming against his cock until it was painfully hard. He paused, paddle raised for the next swat. “Are you ready to apologize for dumping me for that brainless quarterback?”
Kassie moaned. “I’m sorry.”
Jimmy gave her ass ano
ther swat. “Are you really sorry?”
“Yes!” She gave an extra bit of a wiggle that told him she was enjoying the feel of his hard shaft beneath her belly.
He put the paddle down and rubbed his hand soothingly across the rosy cheeks before he flipped her over and let her slide between his legs to kneel on the floor, her head resting on his thigh.
He twined the fingers of one hand into the silky mass of her hair while he wrapped his other fist around his shaft and gave it a nice long stroke. Kassie’s eyes followed the movement of his hand and she whimpered, the sound loud in the small room.
Jimmy laughed softly. “Hungry?” She nodded, her eager gaze still locked on the hand stroking his cock. He shifted, tugging her head up so that his shaft pressed against her soft lips. “Take it,” he ordered.
She obeyed, closing her eyes as she wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue dancing along the length of it as she sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. Jimmy threw his head back and groaned. Fisting his hand in her hair, he started to thrust shallowly into her mouth. He’d pictured this so many times, her kneeling helpless at his feet, worshipping his cock with her mouth.
She cupped his balls in her hands and squeezed gently, rolling the sensitive orbs between her fingers as she worked his shaft with tongue and lips. “Enough!” With a supreme effort, he pulled his cock out and stood, pulling her up with him. He lowered his head to give her a quick, hard kiss. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
She peeked up at him from under those amazing lashes. “I’ve missed you too, Jimmy. I should have come home years ago.” She reached up and wound her arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. “Forget the foreplay. Just fuck me.”
“Glad to.” He wrapped his arms around her, taking her with him as he fell backward onto the bed. He rolled sideways, folding her under so that he towered above her, using his knee to spread her thighs so that he could position the head of his cock at the entrance to her moist pussy.
