Snow Bound: The Complete Story (7 page)

She had several flavors. "Vanilla," I told her. She pulled it out and handed it to me. I opened the lid on the one-quart container and peeked inside. It looked okay. She grabbed some mint for herself. "Just a little for me," I told her. "And a little of yours." She grinned at me.

She served us two small bowls of ice cream and put the rest away. I helped her eat hers. "Aren't you eating yours?"

"In a minute," I said. We finished hers together and I took the bowl and spoon away from her. "Up on the island," I ordered. "Flat on your back."

"Yes, Sarah," she said obediently. She hopped up on the center island and lay down. "It's cold!"

"You'll be hot in a moment," I told her. I handed her my bowl and spoon. "I will lick off any ice cream I find."

She looked at me then took a small amount with the spoon. She closed her mouth then deposited the ice cream on her lips. I immediately bent over and licked it off before kissing her. The next bit went on her right nipple, which was closest. I spent some time making sure I got every drop. Then it was her left nipple. I had to lean across her to reach it.

She dropped some into her belly button. She was giggling long before I was satisfied I'd gotten all of it. Then she left some on her pelvis at the crease of her leg. That one earned her a second hickey.

She took a peek into the bowl. There was only a little ice cream remaining. With one hand, she slipped her panties down around her thighs
, wriggled more until they were past her knees, then scooped up the last bit of ice cream, spread her legs, and deposited it right on her clit.

"Cheeky girl!" I told her. I pulled her across the island to the end with her feet hanging over my shoulders, tossing her panties to the floor. I went down on her, my tongue exploring for every bit of the ice cream.

"Oh god!" she said.

I immediately jabbed my fingers into her ribs, hard.

"I'm sorry!" she said.

I pulled my mouth off of her. "If that happens again, you are going to go streaking in the blizzard."

"Oh-" she clamped her hand over her mouth.

I lowered my mouth and immediately began teasing her clit. She was squirming and moaning into her hand. I slipped two fingers into her but pulled my mouth away from her. "Get that hand down, Alison. I want to hear you."

She lowered her hand and arched her back, her hands now scrambling on the countertop. I lowered my lips to her clit and began to suck, my fingers sliding in and out of her, then slipping around to press against her G-spot.

"Sarah!"

I laughed into her, my mouth vibrating against her.

She became increasingly frantic and started saying my name like a mantra. "Sarah! Sarah!"

I loved how she tasted, her wet musky juices filling my mouth. I loved hearing her saying my name over and over.

I pulled my mouth away. "Come for me, Allison!" I flicked her with my tongue. Her vagina clenched around my fingers and she thrust her hips into me, the shudders starting deep inside. I gently wrapped my lips around her engorged, sensitive clit, sucking.

"Oh Sarah!" she screamed, her entire body shuddering.

I pressed hard against her G-spot, then held it, letting the waves crash through her. She collapsed back to the countertop, little shudders rolling through her every few seconds. I pulled my mouth away, removed my fingers, and lapped up her juices for a moment before leaving a trail of wet kisses to her mouth.

"I don't think I can move," she said when I was done kissing her.

I kissed her again. "I am going to fold the rest of my laundry. When I'm done, you will receive your spanking."

"Yes, Sarah," she said submissively.

I took my time with the clothes. I pulled out clothes for tomorrow but stuffed the rest back into the backpack, ready to go. I turned off lights on my way back to the kitchen.

Allison was still on the countertop but had rolled over. Her head was cradled in her arms. I looked at her.

She was radiant.

"Are you sorry you bit me?" I asked her.

She grinned impishly at me. "No."

I walked all around her, looking at her from every angle. She followed me with her head, with her eyes.

"Are you expecting a token spanking?"

She didn't answer right away. I waited. "I don't know what to expect," she said. "It was a playful nibble, and I think you liked it."

"You directly disobeyed me," I told her. "Do I need to restrain you for this?"

"No, Sarah," she said, meekly.

She shifted position so she was clutching the countertop with her hands, her head up, her back arched. I rubbed her bottom then delivered a stinging swat to her left cheek with a cupped hand.

"Count them," I ordered.

"One."

I gave her two more swats, alternating cheeks.

"Two. Three."

I stopped at ten, five on each side. She liked the first several. She didn't like the last few.

When I was done, I gently rubbed her now tender, flaming bottom. During the entire spanking, she hadn't tried to move away. Other than counting, she hadn't said a word, but she hissed between her teeth during the last several swats.

"Good girl," I told her. "Octopus."

She looked over at me.

"Is there any reason you can't come to bed?"

"No," she said.

"Do you want to share your bed with me?"

"Yes."

I smiled and kissed her bottom sweetly, both cheeks.

"Turn off the rest of the lights and come to bed. Naked. When you arrive in the bedroom, you will kneel beside the bed and remove the undies I am wearing. You will put them somewhere convenient, as I am taking them with me when I leave."

I turned around and walked to the bedroom without a second glance. She followed me shortly.

* * *

I watched her kneeling beside the bed. She looked so lovely. When I'd set out for a weekend of snowy photos of an isolated Minnesota lake in the winter, I hadn't imagined there would be this delicious twist of events.

I lay on my side, my head cradled in the palm of one hand, watching her. Her head was bowed. She was waiting for my next orders.

"Do I need to bind you to be assure of your submission in the morning?" I asked her.

She didn't answer at first. I let her think about it. "I don't know how I'll be in the morning," she finally admitted.

I watched her face for a moment. "Bring me one of the scarves," I ordered. "And get up here." While she found a scarf, I sat up. She climbed onto the bed, smiling at me, and handed me the scarf.

"Turn around. I want your feet in my lap, Allison."

She rotated around and carefully placed both feet in my lap. I caressed her feet for a moment, enjoying the softness, then used the scarf to hobble her much like I had before. She had some motion, enough to move around the house, but every time she moved, she would feel her ankles bound together, and it would remind her.

When I was done, I bent down and gently kissed each foot.

Throughout all this, she watched me. I looked up at her. "If you have misgivings in the morning," I told her. "Untie this yourself. I will understand."

"I won't have misgivings," she replied. She paused. "I may not want to continue this way, but I will have no misgivings."

"Come here."

She turned around and crawled up to me. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. We crawled under the covers together, me on my back, her in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Who is in control?" I asked her.

"You are, Sarah," she said.

I kissed the top of her head then reached for her hand and moved it between my legs. "Are your fingers as clever as your tongue?"

* * *

Scared Sarah woke me sometime later. I was alone in the bed. For a moment I felt abandoned. It was a feeling I'd had before. I shoved Scared Sarah down and sighed. Well, it had been fun. I'd get up early and sneak out before things got awkward.

Then I heard a toilet flush and the bathroom door open. I rolled over onto my side. In the dim light, I saw Allison shuffling from the bathroom. She shuffled to the bed. She was still naked, as was I. She crawled back into the bed, trying to be quiet.

"Are your ankles still bound?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said. "I'm sorry, I tried not to wake you."

"I thought I'd have to sneak out in the morning before things grew awkward."

"I'm sorry," she repeated.

"You didn't do anything wrong," I told her. "Come here."

She came into my arms. We kissed briefly. "Roll over," I told her. "I want to hold you." She rolled over and wriggled her ass into me. "Vixen," I told her. She giggled. I rubbed her bottom for her.

"Sarah?"

"Yes, Allison?"

"I'm trying not to ask anything."

"I know it's hard for you." She didn't say anything. "Are you hoping I'll volunteer?"

"Yes."

I sighed.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"I've tried to get help," I told her. "But they always start with trying to force me into their mold. Try to force me to talk. Try to force me to take medications. Lock me in a cell where I can't breath."

I stopped talking.

She tried rolling over to look at me.

"No!" I told her. "You will lie there."

"Yes, Sarah." She settled back in and wriggled her bottom at me again. It was exactly the right thing to do. I laughed softly, kissed the back of her neck, and began rubbing her bottom again.

"I don't like being alone all the time," I told her. "I'm actually very good at being alone, but I miss this." I patted her bottom very gently. "I miss conversations with intelligent people, as bad as I seem to be at them."

We were quiet for a time. I wasn't sure what I wanted to tell her.

"I don't respond well to even the mildest attempts to control me. It's an extreme reaction; I know that. I know you're not trying-"

I stopped. Swore.

"You don't have to explain," she told me.

I thought about leaving it like that. Finally I blurted out. "Is this a one-night stand?"

"Will you let me roll over and look at you?"

"Yes."

She rolled slowly until we were facing.

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes."

It was a nice kiss, soft and sweet. Then she pulled away and looked at me. "I don't do one night stands," she said. "If you leave in the morning, this will have been my first. It's not what I want." She looked into my eyes in the dim light.

I kissed her again. "Roll over. I like rubbing your bottom."

She smiled and rolled back again. She wriggled for emphasis.

I kissed the back of her neck and began rubbing her bottom again. My bottom arm was under her head. She'd pulled a pillow in as well, and she'd placed both her hands in mine.

We lay quietly for a while before I asked her, "Did you come up here to work this weekend?"

"I came up most distinctly to not work. I came up to breath."

I laughed.

"I wouldn't have called it that," she said. "But now I will forever."

"What does that mean to you?"

"I brought several trashy novels," she said. "They're in the car with the groceries."

"And instead you got a porn star in your bed."

She laughed. "Are you really?"

"No," I told her, laughing with her. "I only do the book covers, and the books are actually pretty good. Erotica, not porn."

"Why were you up here? Was it just to breath?"

"No," I told her. "Pictures. I need a snowy lake."

"With you naked, rolling in the snow?"

I laughed again. "No. Just the lake."

We didn't say anything for a while. I continued to rub her delicious bottom. She traced patterns in the palm of my hand with her finger.

"Sarah?"

"Yes, Allison?"

"Would it upset you if you caught me reading your book?"

I thought about it. Then I realized how I felt about it, and I pulled her into a hug against me.

"Damn it," I said.

"I'm sorry," she replied. "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's not that. I care what you think. Damn it." She didn't say anything. I think I hurt her feelings. "What if you hate it?"

"What if I love it? Which would be worse?"

"What if you hate it but are afraid to tell me, so you lie?"

"I won't. I can't promise I'll love it, but I won't lie. I can promise that. Please, may I read it?"

I pushed her away just a little and began scratching her back. "I'm not going to sleep for a while," I finally admitted.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Would you like me to read the first chapter to you?"

"Yes! Will you let me watch you?"

"If you lie to me about it, it's betrayal," I told her.

"I won't lie."

I kissed her shoulder. "Wait here." I pulled myself out from my entangled position with her and went in search of my laptop. It was in the living room. I came back into the bedroom with it. She hadn't moved. I climbed on top of the bed and arranged myself against the headboard. I opened the computer and found the document with my book. I looked at it for a bit.

"You may sit or lie however you like," I told her. "But your ankles stay bound."

She rolled over and sat up, twisting the silk on her ankles so she could set cross legged on the bed, facing me.

I began to read.

* * *

I didn't look at her while I read. I simply read the first chapter. It wasn't a long book. Seven chapters. Each chapter was a story. The odd chapters were about being outside in the different seasons. The chapters in between were about being cooped up inside, away from the beauty. Chapter one was spring.

When I finished, I looked up. Something looked odd about her, but I couldn't tell what it was in the dim light, especially as my eyes were now accustomed to reading the computer screen. I turned the computer around and used it like a flashlight to illuminate her face.

Two tears were crawling down her cheeks.

I closed the laptop. "I don't understand," I told her. "It's a happy story."

"I know," she said. "It's what all my clients are missing. Is the rest like that?"

I shook my head. "The odd chapters. The even chapters are dark."