Snow Bound: The Complete Story (10 page)

She brought our tea back and sat down in our pile of pillows, handing mine to me. It was hot. I took a sip and set it on the stones of the fireplace hearth.

Once she was settled in, I began reading chapter five. It was a story about a fall hiking trip in the mountains.

* * *

Later, I tied her to the bed and spent an hour teasing her before I let her come. She spent most of the time squirming and begging. When I finally let her come, she went through a series of orgasms that lasted several minutes. I had her untied before the last one faded away. She wrapped herself around me and shuddered every few minutes with the afterglow.

We murmured quietly at each other as we fell asleep.

* * *

I woke in the middle of the night. My left arm was asleep and pinned to the bed. I started to panic before I was awake enough to realize I was in bed with another woman, and it took me a few more seconds to put the rest together. What a fuzzy head.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked me.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not used to waking up in bed with someone else."

I wrapped my arms around her, then pulled her over to the other side. She squealed for a moment. We adjusted the covers and proceeded to go back to sleep, my right arm pinned now instead of the left.

* * *

When I woke in the morning, she was already awake, watching me. "Good morning, Sleepyhead," she said. I made some non-committal noise. She began petting me and pushed me onto my back. I was too asleep to protest.

"Your love slave wants to make you feel good," she told me.

She didn't want for an answer.  She did a good job making me feel good.

When I was done shuddering from the series of orgasms she gave me, she cuddled into me.

"You're a pretty good love slave," I told her after a few minutes. "Are your ankles still bound?"

"Yes, Mistress." She gave me a sober look, but there was a laugh just under the surface.

"What time are you leaving today?" I asked her.

"I'm not," she said. "I don't have any appointments until Tuesday." She paused. "Were you hoping for a gracious exit later today?"

I thought about it. "I was expecting one." I thought some more. "Getting tired of being the love slave yet?"

"No," she said. "It's like a fantasy world, and I'm not in a hurry for it to end. If you're tired of me, I understand."

I smiled. "Not yet."

"Will you let me take you to breakfast, then?" she said. "You'll have to drive. My car isn't back yet. And I want to buy fresh groceries for dinner tonight."

I smiled. "And then a walk on the lake."

"Before or after you read me the next chapter? I could just read it myself, but I love hearing your voice."

* * *

When we drove into town, my red bra, looking somewhat worse for wear, was still hanging from the tree. "We're lucky some teenager didn't decide to claim that as a prize," Allison told me.

I laughed. "I never even considered the temptation."

* * *

It was colder that day, the sun bright and clear, the snow beautiful. I brought the camera and told Allison, "No messing around on this walk." We went a different direction than on Saturday. When we got back near her cabin, I asked her if she'd take more photos of me. "The sun will make them look different."

It was a lot colder, and I didn't last long before I was bundling back up.

When we got back, her car was in the driveway. Together we brushed the snow from it and put it away in the garage. Her groceries from the trunk were all frozen solid. Allison moved everything into her freezer and decided she could straighten it all out some other time.

We were both wet and cold from the walk. I was deeply invigorated. I loved winter! So cold and crisp and beautiful. The city in the winter isn't necessarily beautiful. It can be stunning during a snowfall, but once the snowplows put sand and salt down, the pretty snow turns ugly. Out here at the lake, it was beautiful all winter.

But we were cold and wet. We stood in the laundry room, pulling clothes off each other, giggling, and tossing them into the dryer. Both our legs were red. I slapped Allison's bottom once, not hard, but she complained.

"I'm sorry. Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Yes," she said, pouting, then bending over the wash machine to stick her ass out for me. I knelt down behind her and kissed the cold skin gently, one kiss per cheek. She giggled and led the way to the shower.

We climbed into the shower together, and I immediately pressed her against the wall, rubbing my body against hers and claiming her mouth. I reached over with one hand and directed the showerhead to rain hot water down on both of us while I kissed her.

It took a while to warm up. Our skin went from red from the cold to flushed from lust and heat.

I handed Allison the small bar of soap, rotated us around so had my back to the wall and spread my legs. I looked at her suggestively and closed my eyes.

At first she washed me slowly.

"Love slave, that's not what I'm waiting for."

She giggled. "Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes!"

Her lips moved to my breasts. The hand with the soap slipped between my legs. She teased me with the bar. I felt myself spread, and the wet slippery soap pressed against my clitories.

"Yes, Allison," I told her.

Her giggles were muffled by my right breast in her mouth.

She slipped the bar of soap inside my vagina and I jumped. She went fishing after it with a finger and slid it slowly back out of me. She used it to tease my clit then let it slide back in.

I'd never been made love to by a little bar of soap before.

She teased me with the soap for a long while. My squirms grew more frantic. The soap felt good but it wasn't going to finish me.

"Stop teasing!" I ordered.

She giggled, pulled the soap out of me one more time and let it fall to the shower floor. Immediately I felt her fingers of one hand slide into me while she used her other hand to press against my engorged, needy clit. It only took a few more seconds before I was panting madly and started to come.

"Yes! Slave! Yes!" I yelled at her. The orgasmic rush poured through me. I shoved my pelvis against her hands as I came, the shudders wracking through my body.

She climbed back up and I threw my arms around her, leaning on her and panting. She kissed my shoulder and my neck.

When I could finally think again, I leaned away from her, my arms still around her neck. "I'm full of soap, aren't I?"

She smiled. "Yep."

It took her a while to clean me out.

"Squeaky clean," she said eventually.

"No one has ever said that about my vagina before," I told her, laughing

* * *

We spent the afternoon more subdued. I was completely satiated and happy. Allison seemed pleased with herself but remained submissive. On Friday I never would have thought she'd ever turn submissive to me, and then once she did, I didn't think she would have kept it up.

I told her that. "You make it easy," she said simply. "Will you read the rest of your book to me?"

"I was thinking tonight," I told her. "Before we go to sleep." I paused. "I have two book covers I need to do. Did you want to see how I do them?"

"Yes!" she said. "I'd love that."

"If you make us some tea, I'll set up."

She made tea and a little vegetable tray to munch on. I set my laptop up on the dining room table, retrieving my pen tablet from the computer bag and connecting it. When she came back with a steeping pot of tea, I showed her the setup.

Some book covers are very easy to do. Some take more time. The two I had waiting for me would be on the easier side. One was for a book of poems about winter on a lake as a child. I wanted to use one of the photos of the lake I'd taken yesterday along with a stock image of a teenage girl in a ski jacket. I went to a stock image web site and started looking for an image to use, explaining everything to Allison.

I wasn't having any luck finding a good image and explained I may need to take an image of a girl and then overlay winter clothing. "That will make this take a lot longer," I told Allison.

"Is this a book of erotic poems?"

"No," I said. "The woman I'm doing it for is going to print them and give them to her grand children."

Allison smiled. "I'll be right back."

She disappeared for a several minutes then came back with a thumb drive. She set it on the table and said, "Maybe one of these will help."

I gave her a questioning look then inserted the thumb drive and looked at the contents.  There were a dozen photos of a teenage girl with long black hair. They had clearly been taken over a variety of years, as the girl was of different ages. I looked at her.

"Several years ago, I had all my photographs digitized."

"This is you?"

She smiled and nodded. "Can you use one of them?"

I looked through them again. "This one," I said. It was a fully body shot taken on a cloudy winter day. She was smiling at the camera but looking a little impish. "I'd love to use this one," I told her.

"I'd like that," Allison said.

"Will you sign a release?" I asked her. "Sometimes my clients ask. It's rare, but sometimes they ask."

She nodded and found a pad of paper. I dictated a standard release, which she wrote out in long hand and signed.

I did my magic with the two images, adjusting colors slightly and cutting off her feet a little so it looked like she was standing in the snow. That part took the longest. I added the title and author's name, spending time getting the colors and font just right, then cropped the overall image just the way I wanted it.

"Thank you," I told Allison. "This could have turned into four hours. But instead it was easy."

"It looks amazing," she replied. She looked at me. "Can I have a copy?"

I put two copies on her thumb drive, one with the titles and one without. I then put a big bold watermark across the image and emailed it to my client for approval.

"One down," I said. "The other one should be easy as well."

I dug through the photos she had taken of me out on the lake. "This one is for a racier book," I said to Allison. I smiled. "One not too unlike how our weekend has gone." She laughed.

"May I?" she asked?

I relinquished the computer and she sorted through the photos. "I like this one the most," she said after a moment. "But that's just my opinion."

I looked at the image. It was pretty sexy, for a photo of a woman standing on a frozen lake in northern Minnesota during a blizzard. It was one she'd taken while I was flirting with her through the camera lens, and you could see that come through. I looked through a few of the others, but she really had picked the right one.

Twenty minutes later, I had emailed the second one off.

Allison looked at me. "So you just made one hundred dollars?"

"Yes, but not just here. I had to drive up here for the photos. Rescue you from the ditch. Spend a weekend making love to you so you would help me take the photos. It was a rough assignment."

She laughed.

"Plus the emails back and forth deciding what to do for each of these. Each of the authors will Paypal me my payment if they like the images, and then I'll send them copies without the watermark. Sometimes I can whip one of these out in twenty minutes because I am able to use photographs I already have with minimal effort. Other times it can take hours."

She kissed me. "Thank you for letting me watch."

* * *

After dinner I asked her, "How did you want to spend the evening?"

She leered. "Tied up, helpless, and screaming your name over and over."

And so she did.

Once I'd wrung everything out of her she had to give me, and she lay panting on the bed, I retied her bonds. I tied her ankles together and her hands in front of her. "You're staying this way until morning," I told her. "If you need to use the bathroom, I'll help you hop." I didn't have her blind folded.

She smiled but was too wrung out to protest.

Then I arranged her on the bed the way I wanted her and read the last two chapters to her she had tears at the end. I kissed them away.

"Thank you," she told me. "I loved your book."

We cuddled together until we fell asleep.

* * *

She woke up in the middle of the night. "Sarah," she nudged me.

"Hmm?"

"You need to untie me."

"No."

"Sarah, you need to untie me."

I woke up more. "Not my love slave anymore?"

"Yes I still am," she said. "But I really need to use the bathroom. My bladder is bursting."

I smiled. "Don't need to untie you for that."

She stared at me in the dim light. "You're going to make me die of embarrassment. Please, Sarah. Please untie me."

I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. I wanted to help her hop into the bathroom and hop back out. I told her that.

"Sarah, please."

I untied her, but doing so made me sad.

"Thank you," she said before running to the bathroom.

I rolled over and lay there, now wide awake and upset. What a stupid response. It was then I realized Possessive Sarah was firmly in control. Hell. She was trouble.

I got out of bed and went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. I carried it to the living room and looked out the window. I proceeded to have an argument with myself. It basically went something like this:

"Mine."

"Shut up. She's yours until morning, then we're leaving."

"Mine."

"No."

"Mine. Forever."

"Damn it, Sarah, no. We're leaving in the morning."

"Mine."

Possessive Sarah tends to be pretty focused.

"Yours until the morning, then we're leaving," I told myself.

"Mine. Until morning." Possessive Sarah wasn't happy with that, but she wouldn't do anything stupid.

I heard Allison behind me. "Sarah?"

I didn't say anything right away. She walked over and knelt down in front of me, her head bowed. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she said.

"MINE!" Possessive Sarah screamed to me.