Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  Grady looked up at the ceiling, almost second guessing whether he’d heard anything at all, and then grabbed a napkin from the table by his bed and cleaned up the mess he’d made on his chest.

  Autumn looked at her fingers. She’d never cum so hard in her life. She was intoxicated. She wanted to cum again. She wanted more.

  She wanted Grady.

  CHAPTER 11

  GRADY

  Grady lay naked on the bed and allowed himself the pleasure of thinking about a woman for the first time in a very long while. Ever since Destiny’s mother had died, he’d been too hurt, too shocked, to even think about being intimate with a woman.

  Now, his lust had returned and it was stronger than it had ever been in his life.

  Something about that girl, Autumn, made him wild with desire. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke to him, the way she looked, pretty and sweet and innocent and oh so sexy. She was too much for him to resist.

  Nineteen, almost twenty, she’d said.

  Old enough, he’d thought.

  Old enough to be with a man. Old enough to go all the way. Old enough to fall in love.

  He wanted her, he wanted to be the one who took her from the innocence of girlhood into the wild, passionate experiences of full womanhood, and he wanted her to want him too.

  As he lay there, his cock growing with desire, he gave in to his urges and began to stroke himself, picturing Autumn’s face as he did it. He imagined her sitting on his lap, looking down into his eyes, her delicious pussy clenched around his rigid cock like a fist gripping him.

  He wanted her to cry out with pain and pleasure as he slid into her, stretching her around the one thing in life she was made to receive, a hard, naked cock. He wanted her to feel him cum, the muscles clench, the cock spurting semen into her tiny body so forcefully it would be like an ocean wave overpowering her in a storm.

  He wanted to cum so hard inside her that she’d heal every wound his soul had ever suffered, and he wanted to make her cum so powerfully that she’d never be able to forget him, never be able to look at another but him, never be able to get rid of the feeling that he was inside her, deep inside the very core of her body, for the rest of eternity.

  He lay there, stroking himself faster and faster, his fist gripping his shaft tighter and tighter, and just as he was about to explode in pleasure, he heard a voice, her voice, moaning as she came with him. It was magical. His cum flew from his cock and landed so far up his chest it almost hit him on the chin. He came harder than he ever remembered cumming.

  He sat up on the bed and tried to hear the sound of her moan again.

  Had he imagined it?

  He must have.

  He listened for a moment before shaking his head at his silliness.

  The spookiness of the old hotel was getting to him, getting inside his head, and making him hear things that weren’t there.

  She was inside his head so much that he was hearing things.

  He cleaned up the mess he’d made, checked on the baby, and then fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  In the morning, Mrs. Hildegard brought his breakfast and it was nowhere near as nice as when Autumn brought it. Afterwards, he got dressed, dressed the baby, and went down to his car.

  He had a goal in mind and today was the day he was going to do it. He drove down the single main street of the town until he found a realtor’s office. Taking the baby, he went inside.

  The office was small and tidy with a young woman at the reception desk and a wall full of photos of the properties that were for sale.

  “Can I help you?” the woman said.

  Grady looked up at her. “Just taking a look at the listings.”

  “You’re in the market to buy?”

  “Yes, ma’am, if I see the right thing.”

  “And what would the right thing look like?”

  He glanced over the pictures. “I was thinking a nice little cabin in the woods, you know? Something cute and old fashioned and romantic. A place to start a new life with this little one,” he said, holding up Destiny.

  “Oh, isn’t she darling,” the woman said.

  Grady smiled.

  The woman stood up and Grady walked over to show her the baby. As they both admired her, an older man stepped out of an office behind her back.

  “What have we got here? A little visitor?”

  “Her name’s Destiny,” Grady said.

  “Well, isn’t that a sign if ever I saw one. You name her after the town?”

  “Other way around,” Grady said. “She’s the reason we picked this town.”

  The old man chuckled. “You’re a man after my own heart. I once lived in a town called Esther for four years because I’d been in love with a girl called Esther in my youth. She died, sadly, but when I saw the name on the map I knew I had to go there.”

  “How’d it turn out?” Grady said.

  “Well, I met my wife there and we’ve been happily married for forty years now. So I’d say there are worse ways to pick a town to live in.”

  “Let’s hope Destiny works out that well for me and the little one.”

  “Oh, I’m sure it will,” the receptionist said, looking up at him with fawning eyes.

  Grady smiled at her and directed his attention back to the realtor.

  “I was just saying, I’m looking for an old style cabin. Something quiet and remote.”

  “Do you need power and water?”

  “I don’t need it but I’d like it,” Grady said.

  “Well, I’ve got something I could show you. A really beautiful little place overlooking the town. It’s a beautiful, pristine little valley, but close enough to town that you could get here easily.”

  “And it has power and water?”

  “It does, but not hot water if my memory serves. A beautiful fireplace though. You’ll like it.”

  “When can you show it to me?”

  “No time like the present,” the realtor said.

  They rode in Grady’s car up to the cabin which was on the same road out of town that his hotel was on. When they passed the hotel, the realtor asked Grady if that was where he was staying.

  “Yes it is,” Grady said.

  The old man’s eyebrows rose. “Funny couple who run the place.”

  Grady nodded.

  They drove on a little farther and turned up a logging road that led steeply up and curled back toward the town. When they got to the top the view took Grady’s breath away. He could see for miles to the south, down over the little town and the forested valleys below. It was stunning, with the sun high in the sky above it all.

  They’d driven four miles to get to the cabin but because of the way the road curled, they were scarcely a mile above the rooftops and smoking chimneys of the town.

  The cabin itself was just as perfect. Some steps led up to a wide, hand-built porch that was bathed in the morning sunlight. Grady could imagine sitting on that porch with his morning coffee. The door led into the main room of the cabin, which was a decent size, log walls, high arched roof, and windows on three walls. To the right was a huge stone fireplace that would heat the place all winter easily. Off to the side was a good size bathroom, well built with aged wood, but without heated water for bathing, or a bathtub. Still, it had a toilet, which was the main necessity.

  The only other room was the bedroom, which had a smaller fireplace, a window and door leading out to a smaller side porch, and a massive bed that was made up with the most beautiful handmade quilt Grady had ever seen.

  “What about bathing?” Grady said.

  “That’s what the stream is for,” the old man said.

  The stream ran right past the house, gently gushing over rock. Grady looked at it from the bedroom porch and saw a fish leaping. He smiled.

  “Bet it’s icy.”

  “Oh, it is to be sure, but that’s what keeps us strong, right?”

  “If you say so,” Grady said. “Does it freeze in winter?”

 
“Not completely. It’s running too fast.”

  An hour later, back in the realtor’s office, Grady was signing the paperwork that made the cabin his. He placed a call to his bank in San Francisco and while he was at the realtor’s office, called his family’s home in California and spoke to the daughter of the man who’d raised him. Her name was Lacey and Grady loved her like a sister. She wanted to know how he was getting on with the baby, and really wanted him to bring her home to be fawned over, but she understood when Grady told her he needed some time to rediscover his place in the world.

  He left the realtor’s office feeling happy and full of optimism. He’d bought the cabin of his dreams. His family back home knew he was safe. His daughter was sleeping in his arms with a smile on her face.

  He put her in the carseat and made his way back toward the hotel. Just as he was leaving town he saw a girl trudging through the snow at the side of the road, heading in his direction. He pulled over and she ran to the car and climbed in.

  His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was Autumn.

  “Hey, what are you doing out here?” he said.

  Autumn looked at him and blushed, and he couldn’t have pictured a prettier image. Her cheeks were already red from the cool air and her embarrassment only made them prettier. He wondered what she was blushing at but supposed girls her age didn’t need much reason to be shy.

  “I just needed a little fresh air,” she said.

  “You want a ride back to the hotel?”

  “Definitely. I’ve had my fill of air. My feet are freezing now.”

  “You need some winter boots and a new coat. I don’t know what winters are like where you’re from, but up here things can get about as cold as you’re likely to see anywhere in the world.”

  “I know,” Autumn said. “I’ll have to see what I can do. I don’t have a lot of shopping money right now.”

  “You better ask Mrs. Hildegard for a raise,” Grady said, grinning.

  “I don’t know how she’d take to that idea.”

  “Oh, she’d love it,” Grady said. “She really looks like someone who likes parting with her hard earned dough.”

  Autumn sighed. “Tell me about it.”

  Grady looked at her. God, she was pretty. She was like the first flower that pokes it’s head out of the ground at the beginning of spring.

  “How do you like working at the hotel?”

  “It’s going okay.”

  “The old lady’s not giving you too hard of a time, is she?”

  “She’s got her moments, but I think I’ll be able to cope.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. I’d hate to think of you struggling.”

  Autumn turned to him and they looked into each other’s eyes. Grady stared a moment too long and almost drove the car into a ditch.

  “Sorry,” he said as he maneuvered back onto the road, swerving.

  They drove on in silence for a few minutes and Grady just thought about her eyes. He wanted to tell her she was pretty but he didn’t want to come across as a creep. If she’d been a little older, or if she looked a little more experienced in the ways of the world, he’d have told her what he thought of her and asked her out for a drink, but something about her was just too innocent and pure for his usual tricks. He felt he owed her, and God, more respect than to take advantage of something so beautiful.

  Besides, he was a father now. He had to set a good example to the world.

  At last, it was Autumn who broke the silence.

  “The thing I really like about the hotel is my room,” she said.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “It’s very cozy, with a nice bed and it’s own fire. I’ve even got my own bathroom with a nice hot bath waiting for me every night. I never had anything like that back home.”

  “You like being cozy?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “And what about being up here in the mountains?”

  “I think this is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been in my life,” she said. “Not that I’ve been to too many places.”

  “You haven’t been to London and Paris and Rome, I take it?”

  “Not yet,” Autumn said, “but I will. One day.”

  “I bet you’ll make it, too,” Grady said. “They’ll love you in Paris.”

  “Me? Really?”

  “Definitely. There’s no place in the world that suits a beautiful girl like Paris does.”

  Autumn blushed again and Grady felt his cock throb with desire when he looked at her. He tried to think of something different, something less sexual, but he couldn’t, and his cock continued to grow until he had a full erection in his jeans. It made it uncomfortable for him to sit in his seat.

  In the back of the car, Destiny stirred and let out a little cry. Autumn reached back, released her from the carseat and held her on her lap. She cooed at the baby and almost instantly, Destiny fell back asleep.

  When Grady saw the way she was holding his baby, his cock throbbed even harder and it was all he could do not to reach across, grab Autumn, and crush his lips against hers.

  He’d never wanted anything so much as he wanted her in that moment.

  “You know what’s really nice about my room?” Autumn said.

  “What?”

  “The room next to mine has a really, really beautiful view.”

  Autumn was blushing again as she said that, but he couldn’t tell why.

  CHAPTER 12

  AUTUMN

  Later that night, Autumn was lying in her bathtub thinking about Grady when she heard a knock on her door.

  She stood up and as she was reaching for a towel, the door of the bathroom opened, startling her. She let out a little scream when she saw Mrs. Hildegard standing in front of her.

  “Oh,” she stammered.

  “It’s still my house,” Mrs. Hildegard said. “I’ll come and go as I please.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Autumn said, standing there entirely naked, water dripping from her body.

  She reached for the towel to cover herself up but Mrs. Hildegard grabbed it.

  “Come on, girl. Follow me.”

  “What? Now?”

  Mrs. Hildegard rolled her eyes, as if Autumn’s question was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard, and led the way back through the room.

  “Come on, hurry up.”

  “I’m just grabbing something to put on.”

  “No. Come as you are.”

  Autumn was too startled to respond and ran on after Mrs. Hildegard.

  Mrs. Hildegard led the way into Betsy’s room and pulled out the bed. She sat down and motioned for Autumn to sit down next to her. Autumn felt intensely uncomfortable, sitting there naked, dripping, next to her employer.

  “What’s going on?” she said in a hushed tone.

  “Just shut up and sit there. Watch me.”

  “Watch you?” Autumn said, horrified.

  Mrs. Hildegard was in her white nightdress and as her hand crept up under it, Autumn shuddered in disgust.

  “I don’t want to,” she said, even more quietly than before.

  “You’ll watch or your mother won’t get that check for her medicine.”

  “You sent it?”

  “First check will be in the mail tomorrow morning, so long as you do as you’re told.”

  Autumn sat silently as Mrs. Hildegard’s hand began moving up and down inside the nightdress. Autumn knew exactly what she was doing and when she looked down into Grady’s bedroom she saw why. He had lit his fire and was sitting in the chair next to it, dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. He was reading a big novel and as he sat there quietly, Autumn felt a strong pull of desire.

  He looked so good, so serene and comfortable, so relaxed. In a strange way, watching him relaxed like this was even more intimate than spying on him naked.

  Autumn felt her cheeks flush and her hands begin to quiver. She felt humiliated as she sat there, entirely naked, while Mrs. Hildegard stared down at Grady and pleasured herse
lf. She wondered what Mrs. Hildegard was getting out of this. Why did she want Autumn to sit there and watch? Did Autumn’s presence somehow make the spying less invasive, less pathetic, than if she did it alone? Did being watched give her a heightened sense of excitement?

  What was she doing?

  Autumn knew she couldn’t judge too harshly. The first thing she’d done herself after finding out about the peephole was sneak back in and pleasure herself.

  She thought back to what she’d witnessed the night before, Grady’s cock growing to prodigious size as he increased his pleasure. The white semen flying out from it like a volcano of passion erupting. The look on his face when he heard her muffled scream.

  She got aroused just thinking about it.

  Then Mrs. Hildegard moaned softly and the sound brought her back to the present. She was disgusted.

  She sat in silence until Mrs. Hildegard finally climaxed, her breathing and gasping making it obvious that she’d brought herself over the edge.

  Looking slightly more sheepish, Mrs. Hildegard looked up at Autumn as she wiped her fingers clean on her panties.

  “What are you looking at?” she said. “Don’t think I don’t know you came in here last night. Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you did, you little pervert.”

  Autumn felt a wave of humiliation rush over her.

  Mrs. Hildegard knew!

  “I know what you did. You’re every bit as horny as I am and if you ever tell a soul about this, I’ll tell what you did.”

  Autumn shook her head.

  “That’s right, you dirty little slut. You know about my secret, but I know about yours too.”

  Autumn, painfully aware that she was sitting there naked, stood up and made to leave.

  “Oh,” Mrs. Hildegard said, slipping off her panties and throwing them to Autumn, who caught them in disgust, “wash these for me. They’re soaking.”

  Autumn held them out from her body.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  She walked to the door and then stopped. There was something she had to ask Mrs. Hildegard and she thought this was about as good a time as any she would get.

  “Is there anyway I could make a phone call to my mother tomorrow? I need to talk to her but my cell gets no signal up here.”