by Linzi Basset
“That’s good news. Anything I missed since I’ve been snowbound?”
“A couple of silly brave heart tourists but nothing serious.” She hesitated a moment. “How’s your patient doing?”
“Up and about. The wound wasn’t serious and the headaches have stopped. I’m on my way to scrape snow from this side. The dogs need to get out of the house.”
“Perfect. I’ll let the others know. So, are we going to see you at the Fantasy of Lights Christmas Parade in Gatlinburg this year?”
“Wasn’t that supposed to be two nights ago?”
“It was postponed due to the blizzard. It’s going to be in two days’ time.”
In the six years he had lived in Pigeon Forge, he had never attended any of the festivities. It was the one time of the year he locked himself in the cabin. A time where he felt the loss of his cherub little daughter the most and needed to be alone.
Strangely, as he considered her question, it wasn’t that which flashed through his mind. It was the fact that Riley would be gone by then. She’d be in Gatlinburg with her aunt. The decision was made without conscious thought.
“Some Christmas lights might just be the cheer I need after all the snow. Yeah, you might see me there.”
“Well, that’s the best news I’ve ever heard. I can’t wait to introduce you to Jim and my grandkids. Pop in when you’re in town before then. Dispatch out.”
Trent didn’t question his desire to see more of Riley. To get to know every aspect that made her the person she was. She was the kind of sub he had been searching for all these years. The kind of woman he could see himself move on with into the future.
Until she finds out you were indirectly responsible for her parents’ death as well.
Trent chose to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind. It was in the past and something he couldn’t change. He had been alone for long enough. He had been sad about Adrienne’s death, but it hadn’t affected him as much as his daughter’s. By the time of her death, their love had died, courtesy of the constant fighting. The final blow came on the day he found confirmation of her cheating on him and committing to another Dom. In retrospect, he should’ve walked away then but he’d been adamant to at least try for his daughter’s sake. Adrienne hadn’t been interested in his advances.
“What’s done is done. It’s time to move on. I want a committed woman in my life—a permanent sub. And Riley is the one I want.”
“Warf! Warf!” Storm chased his tail and jumped up excitedly. He gave Trent a big toothy smile.
“Ah, so you approve, I take it?”
“Warf!” His head bobbed up and down.
“That does it then. Now, we only have to convince her that we’re compatible. A perfect fit even.”
“Nyaa,” Storm agreed.
“Let’s get breakfast done. I want to put in at least four hours on the road. The sooner Snowflake carries on with her normal life, the quicker I’ll be able to convince her, this is where she’s meant to be.”
Storm and he chatted up a storm while he prepared a bountiful breakfast, which included blueberry pancakes this time. After the sex marathon of last night, he was ravenous and his little snowflake needed to build up her energy for what he had in store for her today.
“What is that?” Riley stopped abruptly as she walked out of the bathroom. She’d come up after breakfast to brush her teeth. Trent lounged on the bed, next to a silver, one-piece ski suit.
“It’s cold out. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I’ve got one of my own. I’m not wearing someone else’s clothes, thank you very much.” Riley bristled at the thought that other subs had worn it before.
“It’s brand new, little snip. You’ll be the first to wear it.”
Her eyes flickered as she walked closer. She lifted narrowed eyes at him.
“Hold on a minute. Is this the suit you mentioned before— with the opening … for nipple clamps?” Her voice rose toward the end.
“The one and only. Come. Drop that towel. Let’s get you into it.”
“I’m not … I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve punishment,” she protested vehemently.
“No? You seem to have a very selective memory, my pet. Cast your mind back to the spanking in the dungeon. Care to remind me what happened there?”
Her mouth gaped open. She’d completely forgotten about it and honestly hoped he would’ve too.
“I’m waiting.” His voice darkened as he sat up and lowered his feet to the floor.
“I climaxed without permission.”
“Don’t look so morose, Snowflake. Ah, I see. You thought I’d forget about the punishment.” He chuckled. “You’ll learn quickly enough it’s the one thing I never overlook, my pet. No matter when, if I promised you punishment, it’ll happen.”
He pointed to the spot between his legs.
“Come, Riley. I want to do at least four hours of snow plowing this morning. By tomorrow, you’ll be able to go to your aunt.”
“It sounds like you can’t wait to get rid of me.” She shuffled closer, her heart in her throat at the thought of leaving.
“On the contrary, baby, I’m rather sad to see you go.” He traced her jaw and was happy to identify the swirl of emotion in her eyes that she desperately tried to hide from him by blinking rapidly. He smiled as he reached behind him.
“Let’s get you all dressed up, shall we?”
“What in the freaking snowball’s hell is that!?”
Riley tried to take a step back. She stared in horror at the contraption in his hand. His fingers around her wrist yanked her back.
“It’s a custom-made chastity belt.”
“I’m not wearing that thing. You can forget it,” she shrieked and wriggled her hand to try and free her wrist.
“Stay still.” The warning rang from a gravelly voice that thrilled through her, reaching deep inside to yank to the surface the submissive inside her. She quieted.
“Drop the towel and step into it, please.”
Riley obeyed but continued to glare at him as he ordered her to spread her legs.
“Hmm, it seems this little pussy is rather excited about the prospect of wearing this rubber cock.” He winked at her as he found her pussy soaked when he pressed a finger deep inside her. “Must be because the size reminds it of me, or what do you think?”
“I think you’re much to … ohh, shit,” she cried and clawed at his shoulders as he pushed the rubber monster hilt deep inside her. “Vain!” she ended in a moan.
“Vanity has nothing to do with it, Snowflake, not since it’s the truth. Now, bend over and place your hands on the edge of the bed. Let’s reward this little back hole for being so accommodating in the study yesterday. It’ll be unfair if we don’t, right?”
“No need. My little … rosette, is happy to be left alone. Ohh, freaking snowballs it burns,” she wailed as he pressed the lubricated tip inside her back hole.
“Just relax and push back against it. That’s a good girl.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as the praise flowed over her while he slowly worked the tip of what looked like a fat worm past her sphincter.
A bright blue worm of all things! Ohh shit, it’s big and … mmm … lord that feels good. She was floored at the myriad of sensations that crashed through her brain as he gently played with the two dildos inside her until he noticed with satisfaction the juices dripping from her pussy.
“There you go,” he gruffed and assisted her to straighten. “Almost done.”
He was unperturbed at the chilled look she shot at him and within minutes, the horrific torture belt was locked in place.
Locked! With a proper padlock of which the key he dropped with a broad smile in the pocket of his shirt.
“There. Now isn’t that a beautiful sight?”
“I’m so glad you’re enjoying my discomfort.”
“Punishment isn’t meant to be comfortable or pleasurable, my pet but I daresay, you’ll be overwhelmed by the
contrast of the two over the next couple of hours.”
“Hours! You’re going to make me wear this damn thing for hours?”
“Yes, until we’re back home. Of course, if you disobey me during that time, I might decide to leave it on longer.”
“Disobey?” she asked in a brittle voice.
Trent reached into the pocket of his jeans. She stared in horror at the small remote he removed and juggled in his hand.
“The two dildos in your pussy and ass vibrate. The cup over your clit … is a suction cup. I daresay, you’ll be on tenterhooks most of the time.”
“You are so not serious!”
“I never joke about punishment, Snowflake. Now, let’s get the ski suit on.”
Riley grumbled and complained as he helped her to shimmy into the thick, waterproof suit. It immediately encased her body in a cocoon of heat. He zipped it up and snapped the belt in place around her waist.
“Oh, freaking hell, not that too,” she wailed as he pulled on the small material tabs that were situated above each breast.
“Don’t you think this was a brilliant invention of mine?” he taunted her as he reached through the inside opening and pulled on her nipple until the areola popped through the tight hole. He did the same with the other. He patted the area of her breasts visible through the openings.
“Hmm, they need to be tightened.” He lowered the zipper to her waist and fiddled with something on the inside over her left breast. Her breath hissed from her lips as she felt the material tightening around her areola.
“You … can’t do this,” she moaned as she stared at how puffy the coral tip looked, with the suit compressing around it. Her nipple was as hard as stone and poked against his palm as he brushed it over the tip. “Oh shit.”
Riley never thought her nipple could be this sensitive but the added pressure around her areola caused the blood to rush to the tip. It sparked the nerve endings to life. He repeated the process on the other side and stood back to regard her critically.
“Perfect.” He pulled the flap tight over her nipples and secured it with the Velcro strips attached to the suit.
“Freaking hell! What ... it hurts!”
“Ever heard of a vampire glove?”
Riley stared at him in disbelief. His lips twitched. “I see that you have. The inside of the piece covering your nipples, have the same spikes attached.” He tapped her on the chin. “You’ll feel them with every movement you make. Let’s go. Time's ticking.”
Riley moaned as he clasped her hand and pulled her along.
“Not so fast. Good god, do you have any idea what it feels like walking with these … these monster schlongs inside me?”
Trent burst out laughing. His eyes glimmered with mirth as he looked at her. “Now that’s the last word I expected to hear from you. Cock and dick maybe but schlong?” He laughed as he began to descend the stairs. At least he didn’t rush her and she managed with grinding teeth to follow him to the truck.
“Come, I’ll help you in.” He picked her up and sat her down on the seat. Hard and with obvious intent if his smile was anything to go by when she cried out at how deep the act pushed the two dildos inside her.
“I’ll have you know; this isn’t funny.”
“You mistake my pleasure, my pet. Watching your reaction tickles the beast inside me, especially as you’re so defiantly submissive. It’s going to be a very pleasant morning, indeed.”
Riley thought it wise not to respond and turned her gaze forward, staring out of the windshield, effectively ignoring him. He chuckled and closed the door. She was tempted to loosen the flaps over her nipples so that the sting of the little spikes eased off a little but curbed that desire at its birth. She was rapidly learning that open defiance would end her ass in deeper and more painful shit than she already was.
“Safety belt, please.”
Riley snapped the belt in place as he pulled away. Everything was going fine until they reached the road and he started plowing snow. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she clawed at the edge of the seat below her knees. The spikes dug into her nipples with every move of her torso and she felt every jolt of the truck in the dildos inside her. They were so big; she noticed her stomach moving up and down with every hard bump of the truck.
She never liked having anal sex with Jason but now she was glad it was something she was used to—having a cock inside her rectum. What completely blew her circuits was the double penetration. That to her, was a first. From the moment Trent had shoved the worm-like, long rubber dick inside her, she’d been inundated with conflicting sensations. At first, discomfort, but it didn’t take long for the nerves surrounding the ribbed shafts to awaken. Now, it completely floored her mind. If anyone had told her in the past that the nerves between her pussy, anus, and clit were connected, she’d have laughed at them. Now, she didn’t know what sensation was coming from there. All she knew was it felt … indescribably erotic.
“Ohhh, freaking shitting snowballs,” Riley wailed as Trent flicked the switch in his pocket and the dildos began to vibrate and pump … pump for heaven’s sake!
“Remember the rule, Snowflake. You don’t have my permission to come. If you do—”
“I’ll be punished. Yeah, I freaking know!”
He granted her a dark look that spoke volumes of how he felt about her snappy retort.
“I didn’t intend to do this yet but seeing as you require an attitude adjustment …”
“Do what? Nooo!” She cried as the patch with the spikes over her chest began to squeeze and release her already suffering nipples.
“Drop your hands, sub or I increase the pressure.”
“You’re a demon!”
“I’ve been called worse.” He chuckled and turned his attention back to the task at hand.
“Tell me about yourself. Are you involved with someone?”
Riley gnashed her teeth and shot him a sideways look. “Now you wanna know if I’m involved with someone? After you took me into the dungeon and fucked me silly last night?”
“The BDSM lifestyle caters to open relationships, my pet. Many people who participate in it are married with a partner who never indulge in it.”
“If that’s true, why did it upset you so much when your wife …” she swallowed hard as his jaw turned rigid. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“But a question that requires a response. We were not only married as a BDSM couple that lived the lifestyle, Riley. We were also in a committed and exclusive Dom/sub relationship. In other words, we didn’t scene with or fuck others.”
“I see.” She closed her eyes as the truck jerked and the dildos wriggled deeper inside her. “And no, I’m not in a relationship.”
“I didn’t figure you would be.”
“What makes you say that?” She watched him curiously.
He smiled as he looked at her and noticed how tightly she clamped her legs together. Her shoulders sagged in relief when he switched off the nipple torture.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“It pleases me that you remember to address me properly while in punishment, little one. It pleases me very much.”
“You didn't answer my question,” she said quickly, in an effort to forget how her heart warmed every time he praised her. “How did you know I wasn’t in a relationship?”
“A couple of things. You only phoned your aunt after the accident. You haven’t received any distressed calls from a lover, but most of all …” he turned toward her as he brought the truck to a halt, “you’re not the kind of woman who would cuckold her man.”
“Oh,” she said with her cheeks heating once again at the lusty look in his eyes.
“Would you like me to release your tits for a bit of a breather?”
“Yes!” she puffed immediately and groaned as he pulled the flaps open slowly. “Awww, shit! I didn’t expect it to hurt so much now.”
“Well, let me ease the sting a little, my pet.”
Before Rile
y realized his intent, he pulled her onto his lap. His lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth while he palmed the other with feathered touches.
“Oh-oh-ohhh! Please, Sir. I can’t stand it,” she moaned as the deep tugging on her sore and sensitive nipples sent an arrow of lust directly to her loins. Her pussy was already in distress, from teetering on the edge of a climax since he’d pushed the blasted dildos inside her. “I need to come, please, let me come.”
“No, Snowflake. That privilege today is mine. The only cock that will feel your pussy clench around it as you climax, is mine. Is that understood?”
“Please, don’t do this to me,” she wailed as his mouth latched onto the other nipple.
“Use the techniques I taught you during the night, my pet. I’m going to be exceedingly disappointed if you give my climax to a rubber dick.”
If he had said anything other than that, used any word but disappointed, Riley would’ve let go as the coil inside her reached snapping point. The thought of failing him filled her with such distress that she clamped her knees tighter together and willed back the orgasm that scratched at her loins.
“I won’t climax, Sir.”
“You fill me with such pleasure, Snowflake,” he rumbled against her breasts as he nipped on the nubs and reluctantly released it with a resounding pop. Riley buried her face in his throat, desperately holding onto the last of her reserves as the vibrations inside her doubled.
“That’s not fair!” she wailed. The pleasure he extracted from her predicament was in the low chuckle next to her ear as he eased her back into her seat.
“Punishment rarely is, Snowflake.”
She was relieved when he carefully removed the pieces of material with the spikes, which she only now realized were attached to Velcro, before he closed the flap. At least she wouldn’t have that added torture to increase the lustful pleasure inside her.
Chapter Eleven
“You met John Bon Jovi?”
Riley chuckled at the awe in his voice. He’d asked her so many questions, her voice had become husky.
“I take it you’re a fan?”