Snow Bound: My Kinky Winter Holiday

by Julian Delacourt

  Snow Bound, My Kinky Winter Holiday

  By

  Julian Delacourt

  Copyright

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may not be reproduced, stored, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this work is illegal and is punishable by law. All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Snow Bound, My Kinky Winter Holiday © 2016, Julian Delacourt

  Contents

  Snow Bound, My Kinky Winter Holiday

  Copyright

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Other books by Julian Delacourt

  Chapter One

  Gold ribbons, twinkling lights, and oversized Christmas ornaments hung around the department store bustling with holiday shoppers. I finished ringing up a customer, zipping up her party dress inside a suit bag as she signed the touchscreen in the somewhat quiet special occasions dress department.

  I smiled at her as I handed her the bag and said, “I hope you have fun at your Christmas party.”

  “I will,” she replied. “Thank you. Merry Christmas.”

  “Thank you. Same to you.”

  Ladened down with a bunch of full shopping bags, the lady somehow grabbed the suit bag and left the counter. She reminded me of all the things I have to do to complete my holiday chore list. Wrap presents, bake cookies, mail cards and gifts, buy Christmas stamps and much, much more. I hadn’t even bought my husband, Lee, a gift yet. At least I have the next two days off to catch up on my burgeoning holiday list. And being that my days off are Wednesday and Thursday with a late return on Friday for the night shift, I could get a lot done without being caught in a crush of week-end shoppers.

  It was finally six o’clock, the end of my shift and I left the dress department.

  “Good night, Keyana,” I called out.

  “Good night, Allison.”

  Up the escalators to human resources I went to clock out before going to the employee lockers to gather my wool coat, purse and gloves. I hustled out of the store, escaping the song Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer which was playing over the PA system for the seventh time today. I left the mall to step into the cold Northern California evening and stood near The Salvation Army bell ringer ringing her bell looking for my ride. The sun had just gone down and people bustled on the walks and parks cruised through the parking lot looking for a spot. I looked around for my husband’s car before finally spotting it three cars down the walk. The vapor drifted from the tailpipe as I made my way to his trusty Subaru Outback. Climbing into the warm car, I shut the door behind me. My husband leaned over to give me a peck on the lips. We still acted like newlyweds as we neared our one year marriage. We dated for a year before we moved into an apartment together. Six months later, he proposed to me. I feel like I’ve known him forever. I love him. I will until the day I die.

  Lee is a good looking man with pretty blue eyes, a square chin and a dimpled smile, though his dimples are hidden under his winter stubble he calls a beard. He keeps it neat, trimmed and clean so I don’t grouse too much but it scratches my skin and it’s going in the spring. I insist. He’s good with kids and dogs, though we had neither, but one day we will.

  We’re a well matched couple in looks and height. He taller than I, keeps in shape with mountain biking and rock climbing while I shake my ass in Zumba a few times a week. My grooming is as impeccable as his as I use my looks to sell upscale clothing and he works as a civil engineer for the county. We make a good looking young couple, he being thirty and me at age twenty eight. We have the same color light brown hair though mine has blonde streaks which sets off my flint grey eyes. Our children will be cute.

  After Lee cleared the mall’s parking lot, he crawled along in traffic on our usual route to the freeway. But instead of going west, he took the entrance to the east bound lanes.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “I’m kidnapping you.”

  “What?”

  He had been secretive all of last week, always glancing at me with a wily look like he wanted to tell me something very badly but was waiting for the right moment. I thought he was just preparing to surprise me for Christmas with nice jewelry or a trip to Hawaii. I guess this is the surprise

  He said, “You know that bed and breakfast we went to last year?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well I booked us a room there for the next two days.”

  “But Lee, I have so much to do. I have to mail the cards and presents by Monday for them to arrive before Christmas and I haven’t even bought stamps.”

  “They’ll be there when we get home.”

  “But my things…”

  “I packed a bag for you. Don’t worry. I’ve got it all handled. As a matter a fact, you won’t be doing a thing. Nothing. I’m in charge.”

  I panicked wondering if he packed my skin lotion, medication or even my toothbrush. I wanted him to turn the car around for us to go home so I could pack my own bag, but we were already on the freeway heading towards Lake Tahoe.

  I said, “Seriously, can’t we go home so I can pack?”

  “No. We’ll lose too much time. I packed everything you need. Don’t worry, I got everything. And what I forgot, we’ll buy. No, you’re at my mercy for the next two days, lady. Get used to it.”

  “But Lee-”

  He abruptly signaled to get off the freeway where he pulled into an abandoned strip mall and parked in a dark area. With the motor still idling, he reached for his backpack on the back seat which I recognized as his bondage bag of restraints and toys. Lee pulled out a skein of his mountain climbing rope before taking my hands in his. I held my wrists perfectly still as he bound my wrists together, looping it this way and that with final secure jerk.

  “There,” he said. “You’ve been officially kidnapped.”

  I set them on my lap when he finished.

  Excitement built in me, like Christmas had come early. My husband is really good in bed. He knows what I like. He knows bondage titillates me as much as it does him. He’d brought his bondage bag. What a lovely distraction from Christmas.

  He put on his indicator to merge into the five o’clock commute traffic.

  Chapter Two

  There would be no baking or addressing card envelopes or stopping to buy Christmas stamps for captive wife, Allison Martin. For two days and three nights, I get to forget it all and let my husband do anything he wants. The heater blasted heat into the car as Lee navigated up the now dark snowy highway winding up the Sierra Mountains. He blasted his favorite music from the radio as I sat helplessly in the front seat on the way to the North Shore area of Lake Tahoe.

  An hour and a half later, we were pulled into the eight car parking lot beside the Pinewood Bed and Breakfast, an old but well-kept Victorian house nestled amongst tall pines on the California side of north Lake Tahoe. Being a week day, there was only one other car in the parking lot. Lee untied my hands which I rubbed together.

  He said, “You let me handle everything. Understand?”

  I nodded with big scared eyes like a good submissive captive. He smiled at me, happy that I’m keen on playing my role. He shoved the rope back into the bag as I bundled up against the cold and we left the car for a short walk across frozen asphalt to the quaint gray three story house lit with strings of colorful Christmas lights. We entered t
he warm B&B decked out in Christmas décor, a plate of gingerbread cookies and a Christmas tree. Deborah, a middle age hippy woman with shoulder length curly brown hair smiled as we approached the check-in desk. A fire crackled in the living room’s fireplace where a couple in sweaters sat cuddled on a couch enjoying steaming drinks in mugs.

  “Hi,” Deborah said.

  Lee replied, “Hi. We’re the Martins.”

  “Yes, Leland Martin,” she said, checking our names in her crude booking system on her Day-Timer calendar. “We have four rooms to choose from. Would you like to tour them?”

  “No. I know which one I want. We were here last year.”

  She squinted at us. “Oh, yeah, I remember. Sorry I didn’t recognize you with the beard. Well which room would you like? We already have a couple in The Bridal Suite.”

  “We want The Hunter’s Room.”

  I knew he’d pick that room. The last time we were here, it was my choice and we stayed in The Bridal Suite, the largest bedroom on the third floor with a deck. I knew Lee would pass up the other three frilly rooms of pastels with floral wallpaper. We followed Deborah up the creaking stairs to the second floor and entered the Hunter’s Room, a rustic room with roughly hewn wood plank walls and furniture. She flicked on the dim yellow lantern lights set on wall sconces and a row of twinkling white pixie lights surrounding the window above the queen size bed. It was cozy narrow room with a wall of shelves full of paperback books and board games. There was no television but good Wi-Fi reception. It was a perfect place to get away from the modern world.

  Lee set our bags on the puffy plaid flannel quilt covered bed as Deborah turned on the heat. I walked to the frosted window to look out upon the dark forest behind the small inn. The trees stood starkly against the white snow.

  Deborah said, “You’re more than welcome to come down and sit by the fire. If you need to warm up, we cognac or peppermint tea. The hot tub is up and running twenty four seven. Just keep the noise down at night. I’m afraid you missed dinner but I can make you a ham sandwich and some potato chips.”

  Lee said, “We have reservations at Machiavelli’s.”

  “Oh, well, the bar is in the game parlor and is open until midnight.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  She nodded before leaving our room, closing the door behind her. Lee zipped open my suitcase. He pulled out a slinky black dress and a pair of high heeled hooker heels I wore for Halloween.

  “Wear this,” he said.

  I unbuttoned my blouse and stripped off my pants leaving me to shiver in the cold room as I stood in my panties and bra. I picked up the dress and steadied myself to step into it.

  “No panties,” he said.

  I frowned at Lee for a second before acquiescing to his gentle demand and peeled off my panties before slipping the dress over my head. He stripped off his jeans, jumping into a pair of wool trousers. He was already dressed in a bulky cable knit sweater. I fluffed my hair, tossing back and forth several times and brushing it, not having hot roller to set it in.

  “There’s some rules about this weekend. No talk of holiday stuff. Indulge me. Come on, let’s go.”

  I quickly freshened up my lipstick before grabbing my coat. I left my phone, my ID, my comb, everything. I’d never felt so naked as when he tugged me out the room and past the cozy young couple playing Scrabble by the firelight in a parlor full of board games and worn overstuffed couches. Deborah was cozied up to her boyfriend, Dave, who just happened to be at the inn when we visited last spring. He’s the town’s real estate agent and he had some great vacation homes to show us. Lee liked their racket of Dave conveniently shows up when guests are checking in. I believed he was here because he loved her. Deborah had said no burning candles in the room and there they were, awash in a sea of candles, gazing at each other as they enjoyed a bottle of red wine.

  We drove the short distance to the old world Italian restaurant. A soft snow had begun to fall as we pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot. There were hardly any cars out on this crisp winter night.

  “My feet are going to get all wet,” I said.

  He threw the car in park and answered, “You’re not going in.”

  He left me in the car as he went in and returned with a pizza.

  “Why did I get dressed up if we’re getting take-out?”

  “Humor me.”

  I held the pizza on my lap as he started the car’s engine and backed out of the spot. The car’s tires spun across wet snow before gaining traction and we pulled back onto the two lane highway. He drove for a short time before pulling into the driveway of an abandoned gas station.

  “Why are we stopping? What? What’s wrong? Lee?”

  He got out and rounded the car and pulled my door open. I set the pizza on the passenger seat as Lee tugged me out into the snow. He opened the cars backdoor. He stripped off my coat without a word and threw it onto the backseat before he pulled out a pair of zip ties. I didn’t protest as he tugged my dress off. I only pranced in place in the cold night air, naked in heels, as he spun around and tied my hands. He pushed me into the back seat and grabbed my legs to bind my ankles together. Lee pulled a ball gag from his coat pocket and put in my mouth, sliding the straps over my hair. Happy with the sight, she closed the door as I laid on the back seat. He calmly returned to the behind the wheel and adjusted the rear view mirror until our eyes met in the mirror’s reflection. He started the engine and drove off. We drove for miles before he opened the back window. The frigid air rushed around my naked body. My nipples hardened under the freezing air buffeting my body. I began to shake and I wondered how long he was going to drive me around like this. Then I began to worry that he just might kill me and dump my body out here.

  After driving down a lonely road, he pulled into the drive of a vacant lot Dave the realtor showed us last spring. Secluded in the pines, the headlights shined on virgin snow. He pulled me out of the car, threw me on top of the warm hood and I fought to keep my balance in my hooker shoes. I heard his pants drop to his shoes and felt his warm thighs nuzzled up to the back of my thighs. I wasn’t really surprised. Lee loves having sex outdoors. On the beach, on a hillside, in tent, I’ve always indulged his fondness for outdoor sex though I prefer a nice bed. I felt his fist bump against my hind quarters as he stroked himself to a full hard-on before he stuck it in. I arched my back and he pushed me back onto the hood as he drove himself inside me.

  “Oh fuck,” he said. “Your skin is so cold but your cunt is so warm.”

  Each forceful upwards thrust forced from my lungs as he pummeled me from behind against the car. I laid my cheek upon the engine warmed hood and the car rocked as he fucked me. He picked up speed until, with one last grunting balls deep thrust, he came. His hot sticky cum dribbled from me and he backed away leaving my bottom exposed to the freezing cold. The cold caused him to quickly regain his senses and he pulled up his pants before they became wet with snow. He lugged me off the car hood and threw me in the back seat before tossing my coat over my nakedness. The zip ties cut into my wrists and ankles as I wriggled over the backseat until I was comfortable.

  Lee drove back to the inn where he cut me loose from the ties. I put my coat on, cinching the belt around my waist to hide my naked body as we entered our B&B. Once we were safely in our room and turned on the white pixie lights, my stomach growled as I shucked off the coat, slipped on one of Lee’s sweatshirts before putting on a pair of socks before hopping into bed. I rubbed my frozen toes as Lee quickly disrobed, putting on a t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms before joining me under the covers and setting the now cold pizza on his lap. He opened the box and I grabbed a piece as he turned on his tablet where we brought up a movie to watch, cozy in our warming bed.

  Chapter Three

  I looked around the room lit by a dim grey light coming through the frosted window and sighed, absolutely relaxed. I wished we could stay here forever.

  Lee returned with two mugs of coffee and a plate of pastries. He sat on t
he bed beside me. He smelled so good, having taken a shower and brushed his teeth while I was still a mess with bedhead and a crust on my face. I sat up and accepted a steaming mug of creamed coffee. I only got to sip it twice before he took the mug away.

  He said, “Go freshen up. You’ve got ten minutes.”

  I grabbed my toiletries from my bag. I didn’t want to go out in the hall bottomless so I searched my bag for panties or pajama bottoms but Lee had not packed any. I looked up at him.

  “I don’t have clean panties,” I said. “Can I borrow your sweats?”

  “No.”

  I stood there, bewildered on why he wanted me to run out into the hall naked from the waist down. Was this a dare?

  “You have nine minutes,” he said. “Tick tock.”

  I sighed before cracking open the door and seeing no one in sight, I dashed to the washroom a few feet away. There was no time to wash my hair and dry my hair, I washed the most important crevices and spent the rest of my time brushing my teeth, brushing my now matted hair and applying what make-up that Lee had packed. After much brushing and tossing about, my hair regained some of its luster. I felt clean with a fresh coat of lotion and all the sore sticky parts of me had been washed clean. I pulled his sweater back over me and after looking through the cracked door, scampered back to our room.

  The black restraints were laid on the bed, four padded black Velcro cuffs. Seeing them made me wet.

  “Get on the bed,” he said.

  I sat on the edge and he pushed at my chest until I scooted back and reclined into the pillows. He took my wrist and attached it to the slated headboard. His pelvis loomed over my face as he leaned over me to strap my left wrist to the headboard. My tongue poked out to touch his free balling cock hanging over my face. He moved away to spread my legs and strap me down spread eagle upon the bed. I laid upon the quilt in the now warm room. A white glow room from white sky day and snow reflected light lit our bedroom. I felt like a pioneer woman held captive by a man who hadn’t seen a woman in years.