The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) (6 page)

I looked up into his dark eyes.

“Be careful what you wish for,
Mrs.
Chloe Wells,” he said softly, letting go of my hand.

“I’ve been
careful
for far too long,” I said, looking back into his deep eyes. Then, breaking his stare, I turned away from the bar and headed towards the door.

“I thought we were going to have a drink?” Ben said, coming after me.

“I’m not thirsty,” I shot back, leaving The Slaughtered Lamb.

Ben

Chloe pulled a folded white piece of paper from her jeans pocket. It flapped in the wind as she held it out before her. I could see that it was a receipt. Printed below this was a map, showing the path we needed to take up the mountainside to reach The Cabin. She set off along the path towards the mountain, which loomed in the distance. It spread across the grey skyline like a broken spine. There were patches of green, but the vast majority of it was dull coloured and bleak-looking. Its highest peaks were covered in a dusting of snow. The location didn’t look romantic to me, the complete opposite – oppressive and uninviting. It was too late for me to turn back now. Perhaps if we set off early tomorrow morning, we could be home in time for me to catch up with my paperwork. If I worked all through Sunday night without sleep, then I still might be able to get my report finished by Monday morning.

The road we followed twisted and turned. It straightened as we drew near to the foot of the mountain. Just ahead I could see an ancient-looking church with a spire. Just like everything else in this part of the world, it was grey with a washed out look. There was a leafless tree in the graveyard, and its trunk and branches were black and gnarled-looking like broken limbs.

“Got any last minute confessions you might want to make?” I laughed, nudging Chloe in the ribs with my elbow and nodding towards the church.

Chloe stared at it, then sideways at me. “Perhaps on the way back,” she smiled, then set off towards the mountain.

I took one last look at the church, then turning my back on
it, I made my way after Chloe.

We trudged up the mountainside for what seemed like forever. I was fit and healthy with plenty of stamina, but several times, I had to stop and catch my breath. Chloe, however, seemed more determined in her effort to get to the cabin. Every time I slowed, she would glance back and urge me on.

It was late afternoon when we finally reached The Cabin. Good job Chloe had a map, or I fear we might have been wandering around the mountainside for days and weeks without coming across it. The Cabin was hidden away behind a thick crop of trees. They circled the wooden structure on all sides, as if hiding it from the outside world. A chill wind suddenly picked up and whistled around the rickety-looking roof. There was a wooden porch and a set of steps leading up to the tired-looking front door. 

“Nice,” I whispered as rain started to fall from the overcast sky.

Hearing me, Chloe looked back as she climbed the steps and said, “I’m sure it will be very nice inside.”

I watched her produce a long black key from her pocket. She slipped it into the lock and twisted her wrist. The door almost seemed to fly open, as if desperate for us to step inside. Glancing back just once more at our isolated surroundings, I followed Chloe inside and closed the door.

Chloe had been right; The Cabin was, to my surprise
, very nice. It had that whole Doctor Who thing going on – like the police box. The Cabin seemed a lot larger on the inside than it had looked from outside. There was one large room, with a polished wooden floor. Set into the far wall, I could see a stone and brick fireplace. The grate had been filled with logs ready to be lit. On the floor before the fire, there was a large thick white rug. I saw Chloe glance down at it, and I could only imagine the thoughts flickering past the front of her mind. There was a large soft black leather couch, a small table with crystal-cut glasses, and a whiskey decanter and several bottles of wine. Looking to my right, I could see through another open doorway which led to the bedroom. There was the biggest bed I had ever seen. It looked large enough for several people to sleep quite comfortably. The bed was covered in what looked like white satin sheets and pillows. Blood-red rose petals had been scattered over it.

“It’s chilly in here,” I said, looking at Chloe.

She took my rucksack from me and headed across the room to the bedroom. “Light the fire and relax then,” she said, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

Alone in the large room, I knelt before the fire. Sheets of newspaper had been twisted up and placed between the logs piled in the fireplace. There was a box of firelights on the ground. I lit one and held it beneath the paper. It caught quickly, sparks and embers seesawing away up the chimney. I breathed onto the growing fire and flames began to flicker as they took hold of the logs.

Taking off my coat, I hung it on a hook by the door, which rattled in its frame as the wind blew hard outside. Crossing the room, I went to the bottles of wine. I selected a red and unscrewed the cap, pouring two glasses. Why did I feel so on edge – anxious even? Chloe was just my wife and I loved her. I tried to push all thoughts of work from my mind. I gulped down a large mouthful of the wine, hoping it would ease me a little. From behind me, I heard the bedroom door swing open again. I spun around to discover that Chloe intended on wasting not one moment of our time together in The Cabin. She stood in the doorway. Her long legs looking even longer in the tall black heels she was now wearing. Her shapely legs were covered in silky black stockings, which stopped short in a lacey fringe at the top of her creamy white thighs. She wore the briefest of black panties and a black silk bra, which cupped her breasts perfectly, making them look firm and round. Her long blond hair trailed over her smooth shoulders, her lips covered brightly with red lipstick. She did look fucking hot and she knew exactly what she was doing. Back when... when things were good between us, I used to like her to dress like a whore. I loved her to look like a tramp. It used to turn me on.

Without saying anything, Chloe slinked across the room towards me. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor. Reaching me, she placed her hands gently on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the leather sofa.

“Chloe...” I started.

“Shhh,” she said, placing her soft lips over mine.

Chloe slipped her tongue gently into my mouth as she lowered herself onto my lap. I tried not to think about getting hard, because I knew if I thought about it, it wouldn’t happen. I tried to relax as her tongue darted around the inside of my mouth. I tried to concentrate on how she tasted and smelt. I let my fingertips brush over the smooth silk of the stockings that covered her beautiful long legs. Sliding her tongue slowly from my mouth, she flicked the tip of it over my lips. Then reaching round, she unfastened her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts stood proud, just an inch from my mouth. Her nipples were a soft, pink, and erect. She guided her tits towards me. Trailing her right nipple over my lips, I shuddered, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt my cock begin to stiffen – just a little.

With her nipple brushing against my lips, I slid my tongue from my mouth and let it flicker over her. Chloe trembled a little and released a murmur of delight. Beginning to relax just a little
more, I gently took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. She squirmed against me, and I let my fingers run lightly down the curve of her back. I tried to take each moment at a time. I didn’t want to worry whether my cock would get harder still, and if it did, would I be able to keep it hard? I didn’t want to think about whether I would be able to satisfy her or how long I might last before coming. And even if I did come too soon, would I be able to get stiff again for her? I tried so hard to push those nagging thoughts from my mind as she writhed slowly against my lap as I smothered her firm breast in soft kisses.

I looked up into her face, needing to know whether I was turning her on or not. I wanted to see that look of excitement in her eyes that I had seen so long ago. Chloe twisted slowly on my lap, pushing her pussy against me. Was she trying to feel if she were making me hard? I wondered. She raised her arms, running her fingers through
her own thick hair as she shifted against me. I suddenly gasped at the sight of a man watching us through the window.

Ten

Chloe

“Cover yourself up!” Ben suddenly snapped.

I opened my eyes, at first not sure what was going on. Had he changed his mind? Just when I thought I had managed to relax him, had he suddenly realised he couldn’t go on?

“What’s wrong?” I gasped.

“Cover yourself,” he barked again, pushing me from his lap. “There is someone watching us through the window.”

“What?” I breathed, looking up to find a man peering in at us. Reaching down, I plucked my bra from the floor and hastily put it on. I was still fumbling with the fishhook at the back when the door to The Cabin swung open. The man who had just moments ago been watching us through the window now stood in the open doorway. He was tall with dark brown hair, which was dripping wet with rain. He had sharp blue eyes, and
a heavy stubble covered the lower half of his face. I guessed him to be about twenty-six. He wore a long dark coat, jeans, and boots. He was so broad that he blocked the fading light coming through the open doorway. He glanced at Ben, then at me as I stood in my high heels, black silk stockings, and skimpy underwear. He let his crisp blue eyes travel slowly up and down the length of my body. I felt naked beneath his keen stare. 

Ben saw him looking at me and said to the stranger, “Who the bloody hell are you?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” the man said, stepping in from out of the rain.

“Me and my wife have booked this cabin for the night,” Ben told him, stepping in front of me, so as to block the stranger’s view of my semi-naked body. There was a part of me that didn’t mind the man staring at me. The look in his eyes briefly reminded me of how Ben had once looked at me before fucking me.

“Then there must be some kind of mistake,” the man said, his voice deep and strong. “Me and my wife have also booked this cabin.”

“Your wife...” Ben started, stopping as a tall, dark-haired woman stepped into The Cabin behind the man.

She truly was beautiful. Her skin was a dark olive colour and smooth. She had a mass of thick dark brown her that trailed over her shoulders. And even though she wore a long black coat, not too dissimilar to her husband’s, I could see she had a good figure. She closed the door behind her.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t stay,” Ben said, still shielding me.

“Where do you suggest we go?” the man said, taking his eyes off me and looking straight back at Ben.

“Back the way you came,” Ben quipped.

“Impossible,” the man said. “It’s almost nightfall and it’s raining. The paths out there are treacherous. You can risk your wife’s life by leading her back down the mountainside in the pitch black and rain, but I value my wife more dearly than that.”

“There isn’t enough room for us all,” Ben said.

“I don’t know,” the man said, glancing through the open doorway and into the bedroom. “That bed looks big enough for all of us.” Then turning, he looked straight back at me. “What do you think?”

My heart began to flutter as I stood behind Ben and stared at the stranger.

“Don’t be so disgusting,” Ben shot back, his voice sounding suddenly angry.

“Take no notice of Jack,” the woman suddenly spoke up, taking off her coat. “He is just teasing.” She smiled at Ben.

Turning to face me, Ben said, “C’mon, let’s get our things together. We’re not staying.”

“But we can’t leave,” I whispered. “I booked this place for us. It was expensive.”

“Then we’ll demand a refund when we get home,” Ben said, taking me by the arm and guiding me towards the bedroom. My heels clacked over the wooden floor and I could feel the eyes of the stranger looking me up and down.

“We can’t leave now,” I said, stopping by the open bedroom door. “It’s like the guy
said, its dark outside and it would be dangerous...”

“Listen to your gorgeous wife,” Jack cut in with a smile, sinking down onto the black leather sofa next to his wife. He put his arm around her shoulder. Without her coat, I could see she was wearing a thin cotton shirt, which was open at the throat. Her breasts strained against the cloth.

“Why don’t we just all relax?” the woman smiled back at the both of us.

“Sounds like a plan, Jess,” Jack said, picking up one of the bottles of wine from the small table. “Let’s all have a drink.”

“No thanks,” Ben growled, easing me into the bedroom and closing the door behind us.

Alone, Ben looked at me and said, “I can’t believe you want to stay.”

“What else can we do?” I said, going to him, and snaking my arm around his waist, hoping that he might calm down again. “It would be too dangerous to leave.”

“I’m not happy about this one little bit,” Ben grumbled, looking back at the closed door. “And I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you.”