Blossom in Winter

by Melanie Martins

  “Madly,” she breathes while I kiss her neck.

  “I want you to be comfortable and relaxed. If you contract your muscles, it’ll hurt more,” I explain. She nods in approval and squeals instantly, feeling a bit of me inside. Unlike my fingers, this is indeed more painful—I’m so thick and hard that she trembles, but her muscle is opening to me with ease. She starts pushing her butt back onto me, like in the shower. I thrust very slowly into her, but my cock goes deeper with her movements. She whines and squeezes my hand. I remain still for a while—the tip just got inside. I kiss her gently. She’s sweating, her breath loud. “I’m feeling so weak,” she confesses shyly. “So fragile…”

  I feel even more euphoric at her words.

  “It’s normal…” I kiss her again. “You are tighter here.”

  Indeed, between two fingers and my cock, there is a whole difference. As I feel her relax, I slowly stroke farther in, then move back and forth while keeping it inside. She continues to rub her ass around me in pleasure, getting used to my presence.

  “Ahh…” she moans for the first time.

  I know she’s enjoying it. I wet my lips and decide to thrust deeper into her.

  “You said you were just going to put the head in…”

  I chuckle at her sweet little voice. “I’m very sorry”—I bite the shell of her ear—“but it became impossible to stop there.”

  Petra Van Gatt

  I don’t protest—his words make my entire body shiver, drenching me madly. I want to be at his mercy, feel him deep inside and belong entirely to him. I know he has the power to hurt me, to make me whimper and cry in pain if he wants to. And that is exactly what I love the most. I have never felt so dependent, weak, fragile, and submissive at the same time; yet, all of this is giving me pleasure beyond what I have ever expected. I move my right hand down to my clit and start touching myself. His breath quickens, becoming louder and more impatient, his excitement growing too. “I want to throw myself entirely into you,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Oh God,” I moan louder. He knows exactly what I want. He thrusts back and forth vigorously, then pushes in only, farther and farther and farther. I feel his cock getting close to filling me to the hilt. I squeeze his hand, whining continuously and loudly, but he doesn’t stop. “Ahh!” I moan, sweating and trembling, feeling everything.

  The more I moan, the crazier his movements become. After a few more strokes, he gives a hard thrust with all his strength that nearly takes my breath away. Oh my... I love the sensation of his cock throbbing and pulsing as he cums in me.

  Alexander Van Dieren

  While I remain motionless inside her, I trace a line of kisses from one shoulder to the other, then bring my lips close to the shell of her ear and whisper, “You are incredible...” I kiss her again. “I’m so proud of you…”

  She smiles broadly at me. Then we cherish and treasure this moment as much as we can, but I suddenly realize tomorrow night she won’t be with me anymore. I feel the harsh reality crashing down, taking my wife away. I shut my eyes, disappointed by the hideous truth: she’s not my wife, and I’m not her husband.

  I don’t want to mess up by rushing her into marriage. After all, no girl her age would think about getting engaged, let alone getting married. She’s never mentioned anything about it either. I know I’ve got to be patient, take things slowly. But damn, it’s harder than I thought, much harder now, with my entire cock and cum deep in her ass.

  Aspen, December 12, 2019

  Petra Van Gatt

  Painfully for me, we’ve got to head back to Manhattan at two p.m., back to the ugly reality of life. As I wake up and turn around, I find the other side of the bed empty.

  I hear the sound of a door unlocking, then a slight squeak and steps coming closer. I grin, seeing him enter his—or our—bedroom. A paper bag in hand, he takes a tube from it and tosses it on the bed near where I’m lying. “Here.”

  I grab the tube and read the description. “A vaginal cream?”

  “The physician said this’ll do wonders to alleviate your pain. You may also apply it…you know… there.” I chuckle, seeing him so embarrassed. While I know I bled a bit after yesterday, the only pain I have is leaving Aspen and him. He sits on the bed, leaning toward me. “I’m so sorry for yesterday.” He sighs loudly, a disappointed expression on his face.

  “For what?” I ask, confused.

  “Sometimes it’s hard to control myself.”

  I giggle and shake my head. “I loved every single moment.” I take his hand and entwine our fingers. “I’m yours. My entire body belongs to you.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “Why?”

  “It drives me crazy, dangerously crazy.” He reaches down to taste my lips. “You know what I love so much about you?”

  My eyes sparkle with excitement. “Tell me.”

  “You are curious. Very curious. I love it. Never stop being curious, Ms. Van Gatt. Curiosity is what makes life exciting.”

  Although I beam at him, I can’t help but feel a squeeze in my heart at leaving Aspen today. After all, in just one week, I’ve had the most exciting time of my life. I’ve gotten so used to living with him; to sharing the same bed, the same shower, the same dinner table; to sleeping with him by my side; to having him here. Just like a couple. I hate the idea of not living with him in New York. I sigh.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  When can I move in with you, Mr. Van Dieren? But instead, I say, “I’m sorry, I’m just sad to leave today. I’m already missing you and we haven’t even left yet.”

  He holds me tight. I love to be nestled against him, feel his scent, his heat, his heartbeat…

  “I’m sad too, Petra.” He plants a long kiss on the top of my head. “But you have exams very soon, and you need to be focused this coming week. Otherwise your Dad will kill me.”

  “I know…” I pause. “May I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Can we make love just once more before leaving?”

  I glance out my seat window and heave a loud sigh at the view. This is it. New York. Alex is sitting right in front of me, looking at me intently, a drink in hand. “Your last exam is the twenty-first, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I reply.

  He empties his glass, his stare serious, thinking something through. “Very well. We won’t meet or talk until then.”

  I gasp in horror, my heart wounded.

  “But, in return, I’ll pick you up and we’ll celebrate the end of your first semester at my estate. What do you think? You could spend two nights there before flying to Rotterdam.”

  I smile joyfully, thinking about my reward. Being with him again, but this time in Bedford Hills? Alone with him in his main residence? There is nothing better! “Sounds like a great plan.”

  Chapter 24

  Columbia Economics, December 21, 2019

  Petra Van Gatt

  As I enter, I see that my usual group is already in the appointed auditorium, taking a last look at their notes. I nod to them while taking a seat. I’m as always the last one to arrive, just a couple of minutes before Mrs. Chilnisky. This morning, I woke up extremely excited and nervous at the same time. First, Alexander finally texted after eight days of terrible absence to say he’d be waiting outside at the entrance, and, curiously enough, he requested that I wear a dress, along with black lace thigh highs. I found it odd, but loved the idea nevertheless. Second, I have the terrible feeling I know nothing about the most basic principles of economics. I’ve spent the entire semester studying them, yet now my mind feels like a total blank.

  “Good morning, everyone,” greets Mrs. Chilnisky as she walks through the door, looking as elegant as ever with her long beige coat, her enigmatic smile, and her blonde hair brushing her shoulders. She’s accompanied by her associate professor, who holds the papers in hand, ready to distribute them around the room. Then she wishes everyone good luck and a Merry Christmas for those who celebrate it, and f
inally leaves the room, while her assistant will stay here for the next two and a half hours.

  When the exam is finally over, my friends and I compare notes on some of the answers we provided.

  “How did you answer the multiple choice question about supply and demand?” asks Sarah apprehensively.

  “Um, B, I think.”

  Sarah looks even more worried. “Oh crap. I think I put A… Matthew?”

  “B too,” he replies.

  “Well, I’m screwed.”

  “Relax.” I try to comfort her, putting my hand on her shoulder. “It’s only one question.” Suddenly, I hear my iPhone beeping, and I can’t help but smile looking at the text message. “I’ve got to go.”

  “I’m leaving too,” adds Sarah, following my quick pace as I leave the room. And Matthew’s close behind.

  The instant we step outside, I take a deep breath of the freezing air. But I couldn’t care less. It smells like Christmas. And I love the Christmas season. Exams are finally over and behind me!

  “Wow,” shouts Matthew in surprise. “A Rolls-Royce Phantom. I have never seen one up close before.”

  What? I look down the street and roll my eyes, seeing the car parked in front. Damn. Alex knows how much I hate pretension. I shake my head in annoyance, while Matthew pulls his iPhone out. “What are you doing?”

  “Petra, take some pics of me in front of this baby,” he says, quickly brushing his hair.

  I grab his arm before he can jump up and down like a kid near the car. “You’re not taking photos of yourself with this car. It’s really embarrassing, Matthew. You’re behaving like a teenager.” But after all, Matthew’s just nineteen.

  “Why not? This is really dope.”

  “I won’t tell you again.”

  The rear door opens, and an imposing male figure gets out of the car, smiling radiantly at me. I forgot how hot he is in a waistcoated suit with a white shirt underneath, open collar and no tie.

  Sarah gasps. “Petra, who’s this hottie over here looking at you?”

  Oh God. I want to disappear at that moment, or make Sarah and Matthew disappear by magic. I swallow, feeling as embarrassed as ever. But I suddenly realize they have no idea who he is. I can tell them whatever I want, and for the very first time in my life, I do exactly that. “My future husband.”

  They take it as a joke, but not me. I smile back at him, my heart in flames.

  “Oh, wow. Is that true?” asks Matthew.

  “Yep. Well, Merry Christmas, guys. And just in case we don’t see each other before, Happy New Year!”

  They both remain silent, taken aback by my statement, but I happily trot in his direction, welcoming him with a joyful grin and a long kiss on his lips.

  “How did your exams go?” asks Alex, stroking my cheek.

  “Quite well. Glad they’re over.” He gives me another kiss, opens the door, and invites me to get in. I’ve never been in this car before, but I actually love the idea of the privacy screen more than anything else. “I was about to ask why you brought this car, but now I understand…”

  He removes his jacket and sits beside me, closing the door. “We have a one-hour drive ahead, Ms. Van Gatt.” He then leans closer to my ear and whispers, “I want to make sure you enjoy it properly.”

  I devour his mouth then, starving to feel him. In a sudden move, he pulls down my panties. I help him unfasten his belt and pants, shoving them and his boxers down his hips. I play with his tongue again, run my fingers through his tousled hair, suck his neck beneath the open collar, and inhale his scent. I go back to his lips, kissing them between quick breaths. It feels like I haven’t seen him for centuries. My brain is getting so addicted to him, it’s unbelievable! He takes me by the waist and mounts me lustily on his cock. “Ahh...” Oh yes, this is where I belong, right here.

  Bedford Hills, December 21, 2019

  “I just have two rules in this house,” he starts as we step into the entrance hall.

  Rules? I chuckle. Dad has tried to implement many in his household, but I’ve never managed to follow any of them.

  “What are they?” I ask.

  “First, you don’t leave the lunch or dinner table before me, or without having my permission to do so. Second, every evening after dinner, you’ll change into and wear a nightgown—and only a nightgown. It’s already on your bedside. Are we clear?” His tone sounds quite serious... I swallow hard.

  “Well, I kind of grew up with the first rule, but after breaking it so many times, Dad just gave up.” I’m being playful, but not him. “Okay, deal. Your house, your rules.” I sigh. “What about for breakfast? Can I go to the table in the nightgown?”

  “Ms. Van Gatt, breakfast is in bed. I intend to have you early in the morning too.” My cheeks flush instantly at his words. I lower my gaze, picturing that. Before I can say anything, he grasps my hand and gives me a proper tour of the house, just before we head to dinner.

  It’s such a strange feeling being here in Bedford Hills with his full-time help, Maria, constantly around. In fact, the privacy and intimacy I felt with him in Aspen has totally vanished. Maria is a very discreet fifty-year-old lady from the Netherlands who can barely speak English. Her family has been working for the Van Dierens for generations, and Alex trusts her entirely. She’s a bit like my lovely Janine, except Maria lives here. And unlike Janine, Maria doesn’t seem to be much into friendly chitchat. I notice how she takes pride serving us dinner, pouring the soup into our bowls, refilling our glasses with wine or water as soon as they are half empty. Maria seems to take every single task very seriously. I wonder why she has to remain in the dining room, standing against the wall, as we eat. Even Janine would return to her tasks and leave Dad and me so we could eat together peacefully. I smile and nod, but I don’t feel at ease during the whole dinner.

  On the contrary, Alex doesn’t seem to mind at all. He happily chats about Columbia, my exams, Singapore… But I don’t want to stay here. I want to go somewhere where we can finally be alone, maybe his bedroom. I suddenly get an idea. “May I leave the table to change clothes?”

  He smiles at my cheeky tone. “Where are your manners, Ms. Van Gatt? I don’t think you asked politely.”

  I chuckle and glance instinctively at Maria standing near the wall, her gaze down. “Mr. Van Dieren, may I kindly leave the table to change clothes?”

  “See? Much better.” I blush at his stare. “You may do so. Maria will escort you.” And I roll my eyes hearing her name.

  Very quietly, Maria starts walking ahead and I follow closely behind. Arriving upstairs, she leads me into his bedroom. I smile seeing my nightgown at my bedside—a long, delicate Victorian-inspired white nightdress made of cotton, lace, and a ribbon bow at the chest. It’s got a touch of vintage and long sleeves for winter, just as I like. The bedroom feels cozy and warm. Oh, no wonder—the fireplace is already bright and burning. I love hearing the crackling logs. It feels so inviting.

  “Do you need help changing, Miss?”

  “No, Maria. It’s all good. Thank you.”

  She bows her head and silently leaves.

  Alexander Van Dieren

  “What are you doing sitting on the floor?”

  Petra looks up in my direction, but clearly she didn’t hear me coming into the bedroom.

  “Well, the carpet is fluffy, and there’s the fire too, so I’m warming up here.”

  “Not sure if you saw, but there is an armchair on each side,” I snap.

  She just shrugs her shoulders. “I like the floor. It’s cozy.”

  Yeah, right. What you like is to be stubborn. I shake my head and head for the bar cart in the corner to serve myself a last Macallan before bed. A glass in hand, I sit and lean back comfortably in the leather armchair. I smile, staring in wonder at her. She looks even more exquisite with this nightgown on. I take a sip of my drink. I have everything I need. She’s finally here, back with me where she belongs.

  “What are you thinking?”

  I blink a
t her voice. "It’s a secret, Ms. Van Gatt.”

  “Share it with me.”

  “I don’t think so,” I reply back.

  “Please. Tell me,” she insists.

  I chuckle in amusement. Such a curious little thing. “You really want to know?”

  She nods, smiling at me.

  “Then come closer and I’ll show you.”

  She crawls a few steps in my direction and kneels right in front of me. Oh boy. I lean slightly forward. “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course,” she replies.

  “Can you follow instructions?” She nods. “Of every kind?” She giggles timidly, but nods again. Damn, I knew it. “Very well.” I press my lips against her forehead, lean back in my chair, and empty my glass before putting it on the side table. I look straight into her big blue eyes, her gaze as curious as ever. I love seeing her like that. In a cold, stern voice, I give her my first order. “Unfasten my belt.”

  Petra blinks twice, her face unreadable, and swallows hard, but she reaches for my black leather belt and does so.

  She waits for my next instruction. My eyes dart down to my pants then back to her. “Take them off.” She smiles, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants before pushing them down with my help.

  At the sight of my hard-on, I press her flat palm against it. She gives a quick gasp at the touch and gazes again into my eyes. “And now?”

  I shiver at her cute little voice. She’s so damn perfect. I pull my cock out, push her hair back to form a ponytail, and bring her head down to my crotch. “Now take what is yours.”

  Her cheeks flush as she gorges herself on me, but this time I don’t close my eyes. No, I want to observe her every move. She’s such a hungry little girl, and I have the firm intention of feeding her properly, of challenging her, and of breaking through her own boundaries. “Go deeper,” I growl while slowly pushing her head farther down.