She looks around the room, searching for something, then she sees what she wants and goes to it. She’s found the little stereo that’s on the mantle of the fireplace and turns on some soft music.
Dancing her way back to me, she starts to unbutton the top of her sheer blouse. I lean back on my hands to watch the show.
One button down, four to go and she’s moving her body in slow waves to the beat of the music. The blouse undone, she drops it to the floor then dances in the other direction. Shimmying out of her blue jeans, she steps out of her flats and ditches the jeans in another heap of blue material on the old wood floor. The camisole she wore underneath the sheer blouse is next to go, pulling it off over her head, leaving her in a matching set of pale pink panties and a bra.
Dancing away from me, she places her hands on the back of a high-backed dining chair at the small table for two. Leaning over, she flaunts her perfect ass as she looks back at me with a sexy grin.
She licks one finger and runs it up her thigh. Then she turns around and unhooks the bra, letting it fall to the floor as she moves her hands slowly up her sides to cup her big tits in her hands, her thumbs moving over the nipples, arousing them to a pebbled state.
My mouth begins to water at the thought of tasting those delicious mounds of flesh. But she’s got one more thing to get rid of before I feast on her. The pink panties have to go, and she sways her hips provocatively, back and forth.
Running one hand down, she gives her pussy a long slow stroke over the silk panties. Licking her finger again, she pulls it up in a straight line along her seam. My cock pulses.
Hooking her thumbs into each side, she slips the panties down to her thighs then stops and runs her hand over her bare pussy, looking at me as she licks her finger again then moves it up her cunt.
Now I’m on fire and can hardly wait to get to her. But she’s not entirely through yet. Wiggling her panties the rest of the way off, she sashays her way to me. Climbing onto my lap to give me a little lap-dance.
Her bare pussy moving over my jeans as she holds my shoulders to keep herself steady is making my cock grow by leaps and bounds. But I continue to keep my hands on the bed, not touching her, even though I ache to.
Tossing her head back, her long blonde hair moves through the air as her tits bounce and I think I might be drooling.
Fuck! My wife is hot as hell!
Stopping her lap-dance, she smiles at me as she eases off my thighs, getting on her knees on the floor. She unbuttons my jeans and unzips them over my bulging cock. Pushing the top of my underwear down, she releases the beast that’s risen inside. “Oh, my!”
“See what you’ve done to me?” I ask her as I watch her ogle my firm erection. “And how do you plan to fix that?”
“I can suck it or fuck it.” Her eyes dance as she turns her attention away from my appendage to look into my eyes. “The choice is yours Master.”
Hmm... Which choice should I take?
Chapter 2
Natasha
My husband—my Master for the weekend—looks at me with hungry eyes as he contemplates what he wants me to do with his giant erection. I sit back on my heels and wait for his response.
He licks his lips, pushing his hand through dark hair that he’s let grow out a bit, leaving it in waves that fall to his broad shoulders. His dark eyes look me over, landing on my breasts for a moment before he leans back again and looks into my eyes.
“Fuck yourself on my erection, slave.” He gives me a nice smile, curving his full lips. “I won’t be touching you. You’ll have to get off all on your own.”
While it’s easy to get off on his fat cock, I do prefer his hands on my body. And he knows that. I can see that for the next couple of days he’ll be pushing my limits a bit.
That’s okay; we need to stir things up anyway.
Climbing back onto his lap, I slide my body over his long length, feeling his girth stretch me in the most pleasing way. With a moan, I close my eyes and let the feeling envelop me.
His cock is warm and fills me up entirely. I place my hands on either side of him, lifting my body up to stroke his cock. Up and down I go, fucking myself with his erection the way he told me to.
He remains as still as a statue as I move my body over him. I can feel him watching me. It’s a bit intimidating to know he’s looking at me, watching me move my body to gain satisfaction from his cock and his cock alone.
But this isn’t completely working for me. I need something from him. And I know he won’t give me anything. So I sit up and fondle my tits and open my eyes to look at him.
Nicholai is muscular, and the tight white t-shirt he has on doesn’t hide that fact. I can see the ripples of his toned abs and the bulge of his pecs through the thin material. His biceps are pronounced as he leans back on his elbows.
His body is beyond compare, and so is his handsome face. His dark eyes cling to my tits. The way his hair is falling back, leaving his face open to my gaze, makes his chiseled features stand out. A dark beard, meticulously kept, makes him appear rugged.
My husband is a real thing of beauty, and I find just looking at him makes me wet and sends heat flowing through me. I move up and down, pulling at my nipples as I let my eyes roam all over him. Our eyes catch, and we look into each other’s eyes as I feel the beginning of an orgasm.
Slowly it courses through me and takes me over. I moan as I come all over his massive cock and he sighs as he feels my body spasming around him.
But he hangs on, not letting himself join me. My breathing is rough as I lose myself in the intensity of the orgasm. “You did well, slave.” He sits up, putting his arms around me and pulling me close. Our lips meet, and his kiss is soft. His hands move over my bare back all the way up to tangle in my hair.
He pulls it gently, at first. Then his kiss grows rough as he pulls my hair then runs his short nails over my back. Moving with me, he gets up and puts me down on the bed, our mouths parting.
I watch him undress then he moves onto the bed on his hands and knees. Spreading my legs as he comes toward me, he focuses on my pussy, licking a line straight up it.
A shiver runs through me as I’m sensitive all over that area now, and I know he’s about to drive me insane with stimulation. His tongue is flat as he licks me over and over, stopping just before he touches my clit.
Then he moves around until his cock is in my face and he licks my pussy in the other direction. I grab his cock, which is still erect, and lift my head to suck it. I’m intent on getting him to orgasm this time and devote myself with a hunger to accomplish that goal.
I feel his tongue dart in and out as he tongue fucks me. Raising my legs, I feel him go deeper and moan with desire. A bit of pre-cum leaks from his cock and he stops what he’s doing immediately. Pulling himself away from me, he gets off the bed and walks away without saying a word.
Waiting patiently, I watch him open a door and see it’s the bathroom. I can hear the water running then he comes back out with a washcloth. Coming to me, he cleans me up then walks away once more.
Opening the suitcase he packed all alone, I find him pulling out cream-colored strips of cloth. Then he comes back to me and starts placing them on me. I lift my ass up so he can put one around my hips, just covering my pussy. Then I lift my upper body off the mattress so he can put one around my tits.
He walks away again then comes back with a blindfold, which he puts over my eyes. Pulling up one arm, he cuffs it to the bed then does the same with the other.
I hear him rummaging through the suitcase again, and then hear him walk back to me. The strangest sound fills my ears, and I have to ask, “What’s that?”
“An old Polaroid camera I found online. I’m taking some sexy pics of you.” I hear the sound again and feel a bit exposed and odd about it.
“Baby, you know how I feel about nude photos.”
“These can’t be stolen. There will only be the photos I’ll have, and that’s it—no negatives, no digital files. I need so
mething to remind me of the spice we share. You know, for those dreary days in the office.” He laughs as he takes a couple more pictures then puts the camera away. “Besides, you look hot. Plus, you’re not completely nude. I do have the goods wrapped up.”
“Anything for my Master,” I concede.
Something cold runs down my stomach, and I arch my back. “An ice cube,” he lets me know then runs it over my clit. “To cool you down.” Moving it all the way down, he pops what’s left of it into my vagina and I wiggle with the deep chill it gives me.
He begins massaging one of my calves. A moan escapes as he gives his attention to other parts of my body. Lightly, he strokes over the skin he’s just worked over. It sends the blood tingling through my veins. Then he does the other calf, relaxing me further. Bit by bit, he makes his way up my legs then bypasses my intimate area to work on my arms and shoulders.
Just as he has me all limbered up, he whispers in my ear, “And now I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.”
I have no idea what he’s about to do, but it sounds a bit on the torturous side. My insides go hot at the very idea.
As he makes his way up from the foot of the bed, I feel him lifting my legs up until my knees are right by my ears. He holds them in place, using his arms as pins behind them. His cock goes so deep inside of me I can feel him touching places that seldom get touched.
One long deep stroke after another has me aching for more. And just as the thought enters my head, he moves faster, harder, pounding me with every thrust. It sends the air from my lungs each time, and then I feel the wave rising inside of me, crashing down and I groan with ecstasy, “Yes…”
He doesn’t slow down, keeping up the hard thrusts until I’m quivering and weak with the ongoing orgasm. Letting my legs down, he moves over me, stimulating my clit and sending the orgasm into double overtime. I can barely breathe as adrenaline courses through me, and I can’t stop shaking.
As if he’s not stimulating me enough, he leans over and pulls the cloth away from my breasts and pulls one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard and fast. Impossibly, the orgasm peaks once more and I cry out, “Please, Master! Please! Give me what I have to have…” I end with an agonized groan.
He pounds me more then stops and stiffens, shooting his hot load into me as he makes the best groaning growl I’ve ever heard.
Not bad for the first couple of hours of our little weekend retreat.
Chapter 3
Nicholai
The one-hundred-year-old cabin creaks and groans as a northern wind blows in. With a loud bang, the power goes out—a tree must’ve knocked out the power lines. “Great,” Natasha mutters as she pulls the blanket up to her chin, her eyes darting to every corner.
It’s on the dark side, but there are still coals in the fireplace so I get up to add some more wood and stoke it so we can have more light. “I think I can make you feel more comfortable, baby.”
She reaches out from under the heavy blanket, picking up her cell off the nightstand, mumbling, “It’s two in the morning. I had no idea something like this was blowing in. I should watch the weather channel more often. I hate being without electricity. Do you think the toilet will still work?”
“Not sure.” I poke at the fire with the metal rod used for that and bring the coals to a nice cherry red color. I add one log and then another, then stop as I don’t think I want a huge fire, just something to penetrate the darkness so my wife is comfortable.
Padding back to bed, I stop when I hear a scream coming from just outside. Natasha’s eyes go big as saucers. “Oh, my God!”
Heading to the door to open it and see what the hell that was, I stop once more when I hear a terrible growl. “Maybe I shouldn’t open the door after all. That must’ve been an animal we heard. I don’t want to invite it inside.”
“No, you don’t.” Natasha sits up, the blanket pulled up to the tip of her nose as if she’ll pull it right over her head and hide underneath it if she has to.
Heading back to bed, I climb in beside her and pull her down to lay on top of my chest. With a kiss to the top of her blonde head, I try to ease her fears, “I’ve heard that large cats can make a noise that sounds like a screaming woman. And they growl too. Probably just a big old cat, baby.”
Her eyes are glued to the wooden door. “And this place isn’t exactly a fortress, Nic. It could get in here if it really wanted to.”
“Why would it want to be in here?” I chuckle and find her shivering as another loud growl comes from the side of the cabin now, instead of the front.
“It’s circling us, Nicholai!” she whispers and pulls the blanket all the way over her head. “I don’t like this one bit.”
Rolling my eyes, I give her a squeeze. “We’re fine. I promise you that.”
The windows of the cabin are few, and they’re up high too. There’s not a chance in the world anything could come crashing into any of them. The door is solid and heavy—nothing is getting through it. So I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the wind as it blows hard outside our little cabin and try to go to sleep.
Drip. Drip, Drip.
“What’s that?” Natasha asks in the quietest whisper I’ve ever heard.
“Water dripping. You should go to sleep.” I pull her in closer to me.
“In the bathroom sink, or what? Cause there’s not a kitchen in here, so there’s no kitchen sink.” She’s shivering with fear, and I can’t believe this is a grown-ass woman.
“If the kids were here, you wouldn’t be this afraid. Now chill out, baby and go to sleep. I’d like to get up early and head up to that café we saw on our way in so we can get some breakfast.” I kiss the side of her head. “I have big plans for you tomorrow that include the shackles on the wall over there.”
With a sigh, I feel her body relax, and she runs her finger along the line that separates my abs. “That sounds fun. I’ll stop being such a baby.”
One long scratching sound sends chills down my spine. “A tree branch sliding along the window, baby. Nothing to worry about.”
A growl follows the sound then a tap at the window to our right has me squeezing my eyes shut. What the fuck is it with all these damn noises?
“Nicholai…” Her fingers curve into the flesh of my abdomen. “That’s not a tree. Look.”
I don’t really care to look at what might be at that damn window. But I don’t want to look like a pussy either. So I open my eyes and turn my head to see what she’s talking about.
“Oh… Fuck…” I can’t believe what I’m seeing. A human shadow is on the other side of the glass window pane.
“What should we do?” she whispers as she pulls the blanket over her head once more.
Like I have a clue.
“Um, ignore it, and it’ll go away.” Yeah, that’s what we’ll do.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Growl.
You have got to be shitting me.
Okay, I’m not the type of guy who just lies in wait for some crazed lunatic to come in and gut him and his wife. So I get up, much to my wife’s protest, “No, Nic!”
Striding—buck naked—to the window, I throw the sheer curtain back to face this insane person. “Get the…” No one is there. I look back at Natasha. “Wasn’t that shadow still right there just before I pulled the curtain back?”
She pops only her eyes out from under the blanket. “I don’t know. I was hiding.” She sits up and looks around at the other windows. “Is it gone?”
Looking as best I can to each side of the window, I find nothing at all but the trees blowing in the hard wind. “I guess it was just the shadow of one of these trees.” Chuckling to myself at how I almost let my imagination get away from me, I head back to bed.
But I stop when something passes the window on the other side of the room. Now that was moving.
Natasha sees the look on my face. “What is it?” She looks at the window my eyes are glued on. “What did you see?”
“Nothing. My min
d’s playing tricks on me is all. It’s late, and we’re both tired. This place is unfamiliar to us. And the wind sounds creepy, and it’s making things blow around is all.” I get back into bed and pull the blanket up all the way to my chin.
“Something moved outside that window, didn’t it?” Natasha slowly pulls the blanket back up to cover her head. “Oh, Nic. I don’t like this.”
“I know. It’d be nice if we had some noise to drown out all that wind.” I sit up then pick up my cell to put on some music and find it’s nearly out of charge. “Shit. How much charge does your cell have?”
She moves one hand out from under the blanket and gets her phone then hands it to me, all the while maintaining her hiding place beneath the covers. “I don’t know.”
Taking it, I see hers is nearly out too. “Well, shit. I can’t play any music on either of them.” Lying back down, I close my eyes and try to ignore the sounds outside.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
“Something is scratching on the door, Nic.”
“Yep.” I squeeze my eyes closed. “Ignore it.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Maybe it’s a dog, Nicholai.”
“Maybe. Ignore it.”
Pound! Pound! Pound!
“Fuck!” I toss the blanket back and rush to the door, pounding my fists against it. “Go the fuck away!”
I wait, staying right by the door, ready to pound it some more, but I hear nothing. Walking over to where I dropped my jeans earlier, I go to put them on so I can look outside.
Natasha sits up and the blanket falls away from her body, leaving her bare breasts exposed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to go out there and scare off whatever’s out there, Natasha. What does it look like I’m doing?” Pulling the jeans up, I look around for my sneakers.
“No,” she says with a sharp tone. “No way, Nic. You can’t open that door. You can’t go outside. I’ll lose my shit if you do that.”
“I want to be able to sleep, and someone is fucking with us. Probably some kids or something. I’ll just go outside and let them know they’re messing with the wrong man this time.” Finding one shoe, I go to put it on and find my wife streaking out of bed and placing her back against the only door in and out of this place. “What the?”
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