After a few more quiet sips she frowned down at her mug. "I think you put vodka in that toddy." She said feeling VERY relaxed.
“Klaus is a German name, weren't you going for Russian?" he adds with his sexiest Russian R.
"Oh yeah." she said looking confused. “Well, I'm sure the Germans like their Vodka too, Master."
He smiled again. "I-" she looks at him her heart in her eyes. "I just wish you'd tell me." He looks back, terrible regret in his eyes.
“Francine..." he cradled her pretty face in his big hands giving her hazel eyes the most intense look, so much behind his dark eyes.
"Sir?" she responds. Then she kisses him, The toddy had emboldened her. her kiss is sweet her whole heart is in it and it melted his. When she broke it off they were both breathing heavy. There were so many things she wanted to say and Sir was not it. Her thoughts were jumbled by the toddy and his overwhelming presence, along with the vulnerability of her naked body. She imagined herself an eloquent linguist. The right things rolling off her tongue, her thoughts flowing bright and free like water through a mountain stream. She’d talk and the result would be the same as when he asked her pointed questions. He’d answer before he could think about it and he’d have her answers. She’d start with, Who are you? Why did we meet the way we did? What were you doing there? WHO ARE YOU?
Why can't you be with me?
But already, his hand is between her traitorous legs and they're foolishly eager to part for him, her needling, practical thoughts already falling from her mind at his skillful hands.
Outside the blizzard continued to rage, but it’s furious noises had already eased into the background behind the crackling fire and her contented sigh as she took another sip of her mulled wine. “What’s in it?” She asked, her last shot at finding purchase.
“Red wine, cinnamon and herbs”. He said quietly.
“It’s really good.” she said sadly, one more thing for her to miss - later. He moved his hand from between her legs and placed it on her mug, but she tugs on it, gently reclaiming it before she swallowed the last drops before letting him place the empty mug on the coffee table before them. The rich elixir seemed to warm her whole body making her feel more and more content and at ease.
“Better?” He asked. His hand had slipped inside her blanket and had cupped her breast his fingers pulling at her nipple until she gasped.
He worked his magic on her again, she felt her mind drifting, lost as the passion rose inside her. Lost to his kisses where her neck met her shoulder, a soft lick and then a bite that went straight to her groin. The feel of this teeth sent a charge straight to her core that heated her up like pavement on a hot day.
“Yes sir.” The wine had her complaisant, like putty in his hands and she could feel her legs ease apart, all too ready to open for him. Taking that as his cue he moved his hand back down her body and cupped her bare mound letting her feel the heat from his palm. Then he captured her lips in a hot searching kiss, using his tongue to get a taste of her and the wine until her head swam. He just held his palm against her so large and so warm until she pushed up against it until finally he eased a finger into her moist heat allowing his thumb to gently rub her clit in slow circles.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” He knew she liked that.
“Tell me.” he asked in his low husky voice.
“That feels good sir.”she gasped. She felt him place his fingers deeper back inside her heat and press against the cluster of nerves just inside her opening now massaging her g-spot making her arch her back, the blanket falling from one shoulder, her mouth opened in a pant. Unable to wait any longer he opened his pants rolled on a condom pinned her beneath him and entered her in one stroke.
The feel of his clothes against her naked body was erotic and restrictive at the same time. Being unable to touch him was just another way to dominate her as he moved slowly in and out of her eager body pinning her hands above her head when they tried to reach under his t-shirt.
“Not without my permission submissive”. She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his sweat pants, missing the feel of his skin on hers. Switching to a one handed hold for her wrist he reached down with one hand for her clitoris and pushed against it as he continued to stroke her hungry weeping, pussy.
“Sir, sir?” she heaved out, she could feel herself starting to beg now.
“Yes Angel?” he asked, then before she could form the question in her mind pinched her swollen clitoris and she could feel herself shaking apart from the inside as she strained against him, his restrictive hands his heavily muscled body. Her orgasm combined with the mulled wine and the late hours proved to be too much and soon she was fast asleep.
K looked at the sleeping form beneath him waiting for his own heart to slow. He’d never experienced anything like he had with her. He thought of how chilly she’d been when first came in, now she had a fine sheen of sweat from their lovemaking. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, the blue dot hiding beneath her hair. He didn't want to think about how much he’d miss her. How much of a coward he was, not even knowing how to say goodbye. He wasn't going to take her again before he left, but she had come in tonight vulnerable, reaching out, needing him. He had been unable to resist. It was all so unfair, to both of them, but especially to her, even he knew that.
For a moment he imagined again that she was his for life. That theirs was a normal relationship under normal circumstances and that she had chosen him, to be with him over all others and that their relationship had not been a result of a one fucked up occurrence after another. He just hoped she wouldn't spend the rest of her life hating him. As he picked her up to take her back to bed where he’d do his best to ecstasy and forgetfulness he knew that for now that was the best he could hope for.
Chapter 23
The second day turned into the third and Francine rolled over in bed alone. She wouldn't be for long. He would return to her this morning, 72 hours was fast approaching. Something inside of her always kept track. She hated that, but she couldn't seem to stop it - the compulsion to keep time tick tick.
The sun rose clear and cold. She ate breakfast alone and watered her samples. She listened to music. She read from her Kindle app. She got a lonely and strange feeling. Than at precisely 10:42 am as she looked out the front window and down the lonely deserted drive her collar snapped and fell to the floor from around her neck. The security system at the door beeped and the lights changed as it disarmed itself.
Francine’s heart froze in her chest as she looked at it the broken collar lying on the floor. Slowly she reached down then straightened before she could touch it and walked slowly to K’s study. The door stood open like it had for so many days before. She paused before entering, the cabin quiet now around her; like a lover holding it’s breath before finally giving up it’s secrets. She rounded the corner slipping through the door and looking at the far corner to her Master’s dreaded safe. As promised the door was propped open.
She trembled as unable to stop herself she padded over, the flip flops silent on the floor. She kneeled reverently before the safe and looked inside. Right on top of a stack of warm clothes and other items she found an iPhone. She lifted it off the stack, it was already wrapped in a white Lifeproof case. Francine had never even held one before now, she’d always just taken the phone that came free with subscription, or used a pre-paid service.
This one had already been activated and like her iPad had already been set up. Now that she was - free she had her own Apple ID too.
Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
Using the pad of her finger she started sliding the icons around; there was a recorded voice memo. K’s voice started to play “Hello Angel, if you’re hearing this- it’s because I’ve failed to return to you, that is, I won't be returning to you.
Remember our talk and my instructions. If I don’t return, you are to leave immediately, it’s no longer safe for you here. Don’t wait for me. Don’t stay in the cabin. It’s es
sential that you follow my last instructions. If you’ve ever trusted me at all, please obey me in this. The instructions I’ve left will lead you to the nearest airport, but once you get to the city you don’t have to go there. Just please leave the cabin, then your days of doing what I tell you are over, forever.
OK, this is goodbye then, inside this safe you will find everything you need to leave this place safely: warm clothes, money and keys to that truck outside. I can’t explain why what was done to you was done to you but I want you to know that I am sorry about everything. It might not mean anything to you, but I have enjoyed our time together.” There was a long pause.
“Be well”. The recording ended.
Francine just continued to look at the iPhone as if it would give up more secrets, but there were no more recordings. There was nothing else on it, no contacts, no history, it was bare. Except for the one recording. She suddenly wanted to throw it out the window, but placed it down instead and went through the rest of the safe.
Warm clothing. A beautiful soft green wool sweater with soft denim jeans, along with a second set of luxurious clothing bathed in winter’s rich colors. Heavy silver fur lined snow boots with thick socks and a heavy white full North Face coat with warm fur lined silver leather driving gloves. A warm scarf and a pretty white fur trimmed hat would complete the warm snug look, along with her own delicate pair of silver Oakleys.
She tried to imagine her stern Dom picking these things out for her so early on in their relationship and felt her eyes burn. Putting the things aside she reached for the paperwork she found inside. Ownership papers to a Starfire Pearl Lexus LX with her full legal name on them and the insurance prepaid for the next three years in her name. She didn’t even know you could do that, but when you were struggling from check to check those weren’t questions you usually asked insurance companies. She didn’t have to look too much further in the safe to find the heavy expensive looking key fob.
Almost afraid to examine the rest of the paperwork with trembling hands she examined it anyway. At least 100 thousand dollars in cash and what must be at least a million dollars in bonds if not more. Not only that but there was the name of the “friend” that they had discussed whom he had said might help her handle any money that she “might” come into one day. Turns out he had known something she didn’t.
Francine had to fight to not let her mind wander through some of the conversations, but now she wished she had been paying more attention. She had seen the how drawn he had looked the last couple of days. The strain around his eyes, how haunted he had been. She’d know they could not stay here forever. All of this money, all of these preparations. The fact that he had just disappeared… Where was he? Was he dead? What had happened?
She sat back on her heals and held her new clothes to her chest and wiped at her cheeks wet with her burning tears. Now she’d never see him again and her sorrow threatened to overwhelm her. All of the questions she should have asked... She should wait, he’d come back eventually right? Then she’d insist that he respond! But no, no she couldn’t stay. If she respected him at all as her Dom his last instructions deserved to be followed.
She looked down again, there was one more thing way back in the corner of the safe. a black box. She picked it up and opened it. A handwritten note with a piece of paper was folded over a smaller back box inside. I really wanted you to have these, but didn't know if you’d accept them. K
Her hands were shaking again, as she opened the smaller velvet box. Two perfect clear diamond stud earrings winked up at her from the velvet box. Francine had never owned anything so lovely. Even K had never given her something that was so impractical before. She looked down at the scrawled note, honestly, how would she have responded if he had tried to give them to her before? A part of her even now wanted to throw them hurtfully back in the safe. But she palmed them carefully and went to the closet for the duffel she knew was there placing them carefully in the inside side pocket and zipped it closed.
She collected everything from the safe and packed it into the duffel she found in the office along with the laptop and iPad he had given her. She changed into her new warm fitting clothes. They fit like they were custom made and made her feel like quite the winter fashion plate. She packed her clean underwear and the extra change of clothes he had provided in the simple sturdy duffel, not bothering with any of the shorts and tanks. She took one pair of the serviceable comfortable flip flops for the shower in the hotel.
She was done with climatically inappropriate clothing.
After packing she grabbed the key fob to the truck and stepped out into the clear cold day. Her boots crunched into the soft snow and she looked around her. Rounding the cabin she noticed the truck covered under the tarp. Months ago she remembered seeing him covering a second vehicle with a tarp from the safety and warmth of the cabin and asking him about it. He had simply said it was part of the " insurance" if something happened and she hadn't asked again. She hadn't gotten a good look at it and he had towed it up here the same way he had towed Armin's car away.
K had had so many damned secrets.
It had been here as "insurance" even early on when she had fought him, yelled at him, run from him, defied him, hated him.
Removing the heavy snow covered tarp from the LX took a little elbow grease, when revealed, boy was it’ struttin’ its stuff, blending beautifully into it’s surroundings, like it had been waiting for this day for a long time. She stowed the tarp in the trunk and lets herself in with the key fob. She recognized the keyless entry like the one in K’s truck from so long ago. Spotting the on button and looking over the the instructions written in elegant script against a black card from the dealer, the truck’s engine rolled over easily with the pedal and the touch of a button. It settled in with a sexy purr as she grabbed for the gear shift.
The navigation lit up with a safety message and a pre-programmed route to the nearest airport- BWI; from there she had no idea where she would go.
Releasing the gear shift she leaned back for a moment enjoying the atmosphere of the leather and wood interior, using the touch control panel she turned the heat, wanting to give the truck time to warm up. Almost before she could grab the door the heat was already coming through the vents caressing her with a heated breath.
Still she had to return to the cabin to grab the packed duffel and some supplies from the small kitchen. She collected a few of her more important samples and stowed them carefully in the truck. Finally packed up she turned toward the front door ready to go her hand on the door- and paused.
In her head she heard herself begging for release, please Master while tied to his bed, she saw herself cuddled up next to him on the sofa while he was on his computer, a blizzard raged outside. His big hands through her hair, stroking her scalp at two am when she couldn’t sleep. Sitting across from him in her shorts and tank eating her favorite pizza, him in his very warm clothes across from her. The love of the pizza had mixed with her resentment for him for providing it.
Their relationship had been - complicated. Yet still, so many little moments crossed her mind. K- She looked not far from her booted feet. Her leather collar with it’s gold lock winked dully from the floor, the light was dark now. It no longer broadcasted it’s signal to a monitor far away. Her heart rate, and location were again solely her own concern.
She picked it up, it was already cold and felt dead in her hand without the warmth of being settled against her pulse, but the leather was still so soft under her thumb. She slid it in her pocket before she could think anymore about it, like she did with the earrings. She opened the door one last time and crossed the short pouch the heavy duffel over her shoulder. It was a short walk, a cozy one this time with her feet snug in her winter boots to the now warm truck. She tossed the duffel across the back on the floor before getting behind the wheel of the car.
The windows had fogged up from the heat and she located the defroster as she set up the seat and the wheel to her body proportions before putt
ing the car in reverse and completing a three point turn. To her delight a backup camera came up on the monitor to show her what was behind her and assist her with her turn. Completing the turn, she moved slowly away from the cabin and slowly down the drive thinking, this wasn't driving this was more like piloting a spaceship.
The security system was off, she had no worries about the vicious little spikes rending her tires, like they had with Armand’s. All of the little checks and balances K had put in place, all of that was over now. She was free now, safe. Life would be a lot less eventful. These were her thoughts as she drove a few miles down the road, before she heard a violent rendering of wood and metal and realized it was the cabin behind her exploding in a fiery death. The heat and ash from the explosion permeated the air, debris twisting and floating through the black smoke.
She stopped, looking in the rear-view behind her and then twisted her body as she tried to get a better look.
That was - unexpected.
She turned not wanting to think too hard about what had just happened, shifting the car into gear and continuing onward. She put the peddle down just a bit more, deciding if someone did see what happened, she didn’t want to have to be the one providing an explanation. She finally hit the main road, the LX’s alloy wheels hummed quietly on the pavement before merging onto the interstate and tackling the hills and valleys with no sweat. Unlike her old SUV (she couldn’t help giving it a thought) which she had to encourage as it coughed and sputtered like an old woman going up steep inclines. The LX sped swiftly along, parting traffic and sliding by other vehicles like a champion yacht on the high seas.
Needing a distraction she switched on the radio. The music floated up from the stereo system and flooded the cab, REM’s Orange Crush. For some reason that made her laugh and cry at the same time. She wiped at her wet cheeks as the truck took off beneath her, it carried her swiftly to a new chapter in her life. With every mile she felt stronger and stronger, she finally felt liberated, free.
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