Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  She nodded slowly.

  “Yes, as long as you don’t mind rubbing some sun screen on me,” she said, smirking.

  Ethan raised his brows and grinned.

  “I thought you’d never ask. Let’s go,” he said, taking her hand.

  She followed him carefully around to the bow of the boat and they settled onto the lounger.

  “Hand me your sunscreen, Reagan. Let me get my hands on you,” Ethan said holding out his hand.

  She grinned and handed him the bottle.

  “SPF 60? How close to the sun do you think we are, woman?” he teased.

  She turned over on her stomach and moved her hair off her shoulders.

  “Shush, you. I’m a delicate flower.”

  Ethan laughed.

  “You’re forgetting I’ve seen you in combat boots,” he said, “and you weren’t so delicate with that paddle either.”

  She closed her eyes and smiled softly.

  “You can take it,” she said.

  Ethan sighed, enjoying the memory.

  “That’s true. I was pretty manly,” he quipped.

  Reagan opened her eyes and rolled them at him.

  “I was going so easy on you, my Pet,” she said, giggling.

  He raised his eyebrows.

  “Oh really?” he said, squirting the sun screen in his hands.

  She sat up on her elbows and looked at him flirtatiously.

  “Mmm-hmmm. Training always starts off gently.”

  He rubbed the sunscreen on her back expertly, his warm hands gently massaging her skin.

  “Well, I look forward to more training, Milady. I do enjoy your kinky side.”

  Reagan nodded.

  “I do too, Ethan. You are so much fun to play with.”

  He continued to cover her skin with lotion, taking great care not to miss any spots. Reagan felt her arousal growing with his gentle touch. As he gradually got lower down her back, she raised her butt slightly, as if trying to tease him to take things further. How good it would feel to have him slide that long, delicious cock into her from behind. She felt her pussy moisten at the thought.

  He pushed her hair aside and whispered in her ear.

  “Time to turn over. I’ll do your front.”

  She moaned softly and turned herself over for him. She giggled when she caught him looking her up and down, his eyes resting momentarily on her breasts. When he saw her looking at him, he grinned boyishly at her.

  “I’m not even sorry,” he teased.

  She laughed softly, closing her eyes again, and he continued his task in silence, running his large, strong hands over her belly, her neck, the top of her breasts, and the top of her bikini bottoms.

  She squirmed a little as she imagined him sliding his fingers inside her bikini.

  Finally he broke the silence, causing her to open her eyes.

  “I’ve been doing some research about BDSM. It’s fascinating.”

  Reagan nodded, encouraging him to continue.

  “There’s quite a spectrum in the kink world, isn’t there.”

  She sat up on her elbows.

  “Yes, there is,” she agreed. “Did you find it overwhelming?”

  He shook his head.

  “No. Sure, there are quite a lot of things that I would probably not be into. But then, there are other things that made me really curious,” he admitted.

  “Like what?”

  He shrugged. She could tell he wanted to tell her but was nervous.

  “You can tell me anything, Ethan. Trust me. I’m in this with you,” she assured him.

  He nodded slowly and smiled.

  “I know I’m open to experimenting with bondage, and pain, and even some role playing. The thing is, I like the idea of exploring within the confines of a trusting relationship, with a partner who is also turned on by it. You know? But for me it has to be equal. Does that make sense?”

  Reagan nodded in agreement. She did know. Ethan continued.

  “I’ve been reading about Tops and Bottoms, Slave and Master, Dominant and Submissive. Seems like there are so many titles. I used to think BDSM was pretty dark stuff, and some of it is, but there is so much more to it, isn’t there?”

  She nodded again.

  “Yes, BDSM covers a lot of ground. I think that everyone has taboo desires and even fetishes that turn them on, you know? Things they fantasize about when the lights go out or when they’re stretching for that hard to reach orgasm. Some people are open to exploring their desires and some people aren’t. It can be intimidating to talk about our fantasies, let alone act on them. Society can be pretty judgmental and uptight,” she said. “I think that’s why trust is so important.”

  Ethan grabbed the towel and wiped off his hands, finished with the sunscreen. He stretched back beside her and made himself comfortable.

  “Can we talk about you?” he asked, propping up on one elbow.

  She knew it was just a matter of time before they did. She sighed softly and smiled.

  “Of course,” she replied.

  He entwined his hand in hers, maybe to reassure her.

  “How did you end up here, where you are today?” he asked tactfully.

  She looked at him solemnly for a minute, trying to process where to start and how much to share. She knew he was allowing himself to trust her and he deserved the same, but she hadn’t talked about her past in a long time and it triggered a lot of emotions for her.

  “My mother died when I was fourteen, of cancer,” she began.

  Ethan nodded reassuringly, encouraging her to continue. She felt vulnerable, and it was not a comfortable feeling for her, but Ethan made her feel safe.

  “I was lost without her. I was just starting high school and trying to figure out all that teenager stuff, so it was a pretty scary time. My dad pretty much disappeared emotionally after her death. He was just going through the motions, you know, just trying to deal with his own grief.”

  Ethan reached out to stroke her hair, making her smile thoughtfully back at him. She continued.

  “We certainly didn’t talk to each other about any of that though. He provided for me, made sure there was good food in the house, gave me everything I needed, but he just wasn’t capable of the connection I craved. He was lost. I understand that now.”

  She sighed as she strolled back through her memories. Thinking about her parents brought up a lot of sadness for her. She missed them both so much.

  “Are you okay?” Ethan asked kindly.

  She nodded.

  “Yes, I’m okay,” she assured him.

  She was quiet for a few moments.

  “Dad died when I was eighteen. I was in my first year at Berkley. Pre-law, if you can believe that.”

  Ethan looked surprised.

  “Your dad died too?” he said sadly.

  She nodded her head.

  “Yes,” she said, “I was heavy into the second semester when he died. It was pretty sudden. He had a heart attack while he was at work. I was told that he was gone before the ambulance even arrived. They said he didn’t suffer, but I knew that wasn’t true. He had suffered for years. My parents had a beautiful love story. I like to think they’re together again.”

  She smiled at Ethan, her eyes brimming with tears. He reached for her hand and she gladly let him take it.

  “Financially, I was okay. Both of my parents had insurance policies, and of course, the house as well. I finished up my semester and flew back east for the summer so I could take care of all the legalities. Thankfully, my mother’s brother helped me. He was the executor of the will and also named my guardian, but because I was already eighteen, he just helped me organize my finances and investments and such. He still takes care of that for me. He is the closest family I have. Anyway, we decided not to sell the house. My uncle was convinced I would return home one day. By the end of August, I was back at Berkeley ready to start my second year.”

  She paused and looked at Ethan, who was deeply engaged in her story. He
smiled at her.

  “Go on,” he said.

  She nodded.

  “I was pretty good at taking care of myself. I did well in school, grades were decent. I was making friends and having fun, but I didn’t date much. I guess I was a bit shy around men.”

  Ethan chuckled and Reagan gave his hand a playful squeeze.

  “Yeah, I know, hard to believe. But it was true. I didn’t feel very attractive and I certainly didn’t know how to talk to men. But then, I met someone.”

  She paused and took a deep breath. She wouldn’t say his name for fear of conjuring up his ghost.

  “He was my teacher’s assistant at the university. Smart, good looking, very charismatic and confident. He asked me out and to be honest, I was only nineteen and pretty inexperienced with men. I didn’t know that it was probably inappropriate for my TA to ask me out in the first place. He was not the kind of man that really cared for rules or boundaries. You know the type. He had a sense of entitlement and didn’t bother himself with little things like propriety,” she said stiffly.

  “We dated for a few months and it got intense pretty fast. Looking back, I realize that he filled a need in me that had been missing in my life. He was attentive and strong and he took charge. I honestly felt like he was taking care of me when he was telling me what to do, how to act, what to think, or even who I could talk to. In the beginning it just felt good to let him make all the decisions.”

  Ethan nodded.

  “As you can imagine, it didn’t take long for my friends to disappear. He didn’t go out of his way to support those relationships, so they kind of fell apart,” she explained, her voice filled with melancholy.

  “We were together for about six months when he asked me to marry him.”

  Ethan raised his eyebrows.

  Reagan nodded.

  “I know, crazy right? I remember at the time my instincts were screaming at me not to do it. He was very convincing though. The truth is, we did have fun together and I was completely infatuated with him. He had this way of turning me inside out. It got to the point that I was so in tune with his moods and feelings that I began to second guess my own feelings. I knew that I was too young to be married, but I was also terrified of losing him and being alone again. I suggested that we move in together instead of getting married, you know, to see how it would go? He did not like that at all. He was very insistent and for a few weeks made me feel quite badly. He shut me out. I now know how manipulative that was, and I also know now why I responded to it. When he took that connection away from me, it triggered my insecurities and how I felt as a teenager when my dad closed down. It was unnerving, to say the least.”

  Reagan paused as Joe came around the corner with a tray in his hand. Ethan sat up and offered his hand to Reagan to help her sit up as well.

  “Sorry to interrupt, folks. I thought you might like some sangria?” he said, holding the tray out.

  Ethan grinned.

  “Good man! That would be perfect,” he said, taking the tall glasses off the tray and handing one to Reagan.

  She took a long sip of the cold, sweet wine. It was delicious and completely hit the spot.

  “Thank you, Joe,” she said, taking another sip. “This is perfect.”

  Joe smiled at her.

  “My pleasure. Can I get you folks anything else?”

  Ethan looked at Reagan and she shook her head.

  “No, this is great. We appreciate it.”

  Joe nodded and walked away, leaving them alone again.

  “So what happened next?” Ethan asked gently.

  Reagan shifted her body back into the cushions so that she was comfortably sitting up, facing him. His smile encouraged her to continue.

  “Well, I agreed to get married,” she sighed. “We went down to the County Clerk’s office and applied for a marriage license. Then two weeks later, we were married in the park. My friend Penny stood up for me. She was really the only one of my friends that stuck by me. I know she was against it, but she loved me and wanted to be there for me. After the ceremony, we went out for dinner with Penny and his best man. Just the four of us. That was it, short and sweet. Not really the dream wedding,” she said with a wry smile.

  Ethan frowned, reaching out to take her hand.

  “So anyway, the first year of our marriage was good, at least when you compared it to the rest of them. Unfortunately, I was losing focus at school and my grades were slipping. I tried to concentrate, but he hated it when I studied. He got bored easily and would get mad if I didn’t pay attention to him. I dropped out after my third year. I had one more year to go and I just didn’t finish,” she sighed. “I always regretted that.”

  Ethan smiled kindly.

  “Yeah, I get that. I always regretted not going to college,” he said.

  Reagan smirked at him.

  “I think you’ve done alright,” she teased.

  He laughed along with her.

  “Yes, I guess I don’t regret it that much.”

  He grinned. “So go on. Keep sharing,” he urged.

  “Well, we always had a good sex life. I mean, I think we did. I only had sex with one other partner before I met him and to be honest, that wasn’t so great,” she said, laughing.

  “One day, when we were making love, he pulled out some rope. At first I was nervous. I wasn’t sure what to expect. He tied me up to the bed frame and teased and tortured me for hours. I loved it. After that, we just started to try new and different things, playing with toys, experimenting with pain, role playing. It was fun and fascinating.”

  Ethan nodded.

  “I wanted to top sometimes, I was curious about it. To be honest, it was more in my nature to be dominant. The thought of it intrigued me. But he wouldn’t permit it. At first it didn’t bother me, but eventually I grew to resent being topped all the time. I stopped enjoying it, but that didn’t seem to phase him. He became quite sadistic. He stopped respecting my boundaries, not drastically of course, but just enough that it was still tolerable.”

  Reagan stopped speaking and took a sip off her sangria, the nectar a sweet contrast to the bitter taste in her mouth. Ethan, sensing her discomfort placed a hand on her leg.

  “That must have been difficult,” he said.

  Reagan nodded.

  “Yes, in a way it was, but it was also just our normal, you know? He had me convinced that I didn’t have much value, and when a person has low self-esteem, they’ll tolerate almost anything. Anyway, this went on for several years. I know now that it was abuse disguised as kink. He was very cruel and manipulative and as silly as it sounds, I didn’t know I could change it. I was young and I thought I was in love. Unfortunately things got even worse when he started doing drugs.”

  Ethan shook his head.

  “Are you sure you want to know this stuff?” she asked him cautiously.

  He smiled.

  “Yes. It’s hard to think about someone treating you badly, that’s all. But I do want to know your story,” he said. “Please go on.”

  She continued.

  “We were married for nine years. I worked in a flower shop for many of those years and I loved it. It wasn’t a high paying job, but I enjoyed taking care of my customers, making arrangements, and helping people plan for events. It made me so happy and my confidence started to build. It was good for me.”

  “And your husband?” Ethan asked, seeming to know the good times wouldn’t last.

  “He worked his way through school and eventually passed the bar exam. The last few years of our marriage, he worked for a law firm in Los Angeles. That’s how we ended up moving down this way. Of course, I had to quit my job when we relocated and he refused to let me work once we settled in L.A. I know that sounds crazy, but I just couldn’t deal with the anger and the verbal abuse he would throw at me if I fought him on it,” she said, shrugging.

  “He worked very long hours and did a lot of coke. Then, when he came home he would take downers so he could sleep. This became h
is routine. He was really fucked up and I’ve got to say, he became incredibly cruel. He was very emotionally abusive.”

  “That sounds really awful, Reagan,” Ethan said.

  “It was around that time that I refused to participate in BDSM with him. I just didn’t trust him. Honestly, I was afraid of him. We actually didn’t have sex very often at all in the last year. He hated vanilla sex. I think he needed to be sadistic in order to get hard, you know?”

  Ethan sighed and squeezed her fingers gently.

  “I knew our marriage was coming to an end. My only saving grace was that I didn’t tell him about most of my investments or the house back home in Vermont. I was going to, but he was terrible with money and he blew through my savings pretty early on in our relationship. It didn’t take me long to realize that it was probably best to keep my finances to myself, you know? He just assumed I had a small inheritance and when we got married he opened a joint account and made me transfer all my money into it. Thankfully he never pressed me further about it.”

  Reagan finished off the last of her sangria, pausing to gather her thoughts.

  “Anyway, I started making plans to leave him. My friend Penny had recently moved to the area as well, and we had just reconnected. She was the only person I ever talked to about it and she made me realize that things weren’t okay, that what my husband was doing was abusive. I guess I always knew it, but hearing it from someone else gave me the confidence to trust my own instincts again.”

  Reagan smiled at Ethan, waiting for his feedback.

  He sat forward and took her empty glass, setting it on the table beside him. Then he slid in closer to her and draped his arm around her. She nestled in under his arm and rested her head on his chest.

  “So, you left him?” he asked.

  She sighed.

  “No. I was going to. I’d even made arrangements to move in temporarily with Penny and her husband, Will. I was just waiting for the right time. My husband was supposed to go on a business trip to Detroit and while he was away, I was going to move out,” she said.

  “What happened?” Ethan asked. “Why didn’t you leave?”

  Reagan was quiet for a few seconds. Then she spoke.