Piper smiled as Steve laid her back on the bed. “How about we get started too since they are?”
“Okay, what are we going to do?” She smiled at him as he eased his body down hers, going to the end of the bed.
“I think I’ll eat you out while I’m watching them on the television behind the bed.” He blew warm breath over her pussy. “And you can watch the television behind me.”
Piper nodded as her eyes left him to look at what was happening on the screen. His hot mouth clamped down on her pussy as he bit it, gnawing her tender flesh.
On-screen Isabel was being placed in the sex swing, Grant eyed her hungrily. Piper’s eyes were glued to the screen as her husband chewed his way all around her pulsing cunt.
Piper bit her lower lip as Grant pulled out a feather and began to waft it all over Isabel’s spread cunt. The ticklish sensation made her buck in the bonds she’d been placed in. “Oh, that tickles!”
Grant smiled as he played with her, tickling her inner thighs as well. “That’s what it’s supposed to do, baby.”
Isabel giggled and tried her best to get away from him, but she was stuck right where she was. Piper’s eyes moved to Steve’s, finding him watching the screen behind her. Raising his head, he stuck out his tongue, running it up and down her folds.
Piper groaned with how good it felt then she looked back at the screen. Grant had put the feather away, Isabel had gone still and quiet then the sound of a vibrator could be heard. Grant pushed it into Isabel and gave her a command, “Don’t come unless I tell you that you can.”
“Yes, Master.” Her lips formed a tight line as her eyes went to the ceiling.
“She’s taking her mind off it,” Piper remarked. “Hmm.”
Steve pulled his mouth from her. “You should try that too. I’m going to go to town on you. When he tells her that she can come then you can too, but not before that.”
“I can try.” Piper focused all of her attention on the television, instead of her husband.
Piper and Steve had never had BDSM type sex before. They’d outfitted the little house they’d bought with everything they’d need, but had no idea how to use the stuff. Renting the place out to people who already had experience was how they planned to learn. Grant and Isabel were the first people to rent the home.
Piper didn’t think she’d do well with the pain part of BDSM, but she was willing to give it a try to make her husband happy. She thought that learning how to take her focus off something so pleasurable would help her learn how to do that when Steve was administering pain too.
She watched as Grant pumped the dildo into Isabel as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Piper’s thighs began to quiver. “Oh, God!”
Steve eased up a bit, knowing she was coming close. He used his tongue to fuck her and left her clit alone. His eyes were on the TV. too, and his cock was hard as a rock as he watched the vibrator slide in and out of Isabel’s glistening, hairless pussy. He couldn’t help but admire her body. She was gorgeous. The sounds she made were sexy as hell too.
Steve had never had sex with anyone but his wife. He had no want to either, but as he watched Isabel get fucked with the dildo, he thought about it being her that he was tongue fucking.
His eyes were glued to the screen as Grant mercilessly fucked her as he played with her clit. Juices leaked out of her, and yet Isabel was holding on strong. Steve noticed Isabel begin to move; her groans grew louder. “Grant, I can’t…”
“You can, and you will wait,” Grant told her with a stern tone. “This is my pussy, and it does what I command it to.”
Isabel whimpered, “Yes, Master.”
Her words did something to Steve, making him feel as if he was the master as well. He watched as Grant pulled the vibrator out, turned it off and put it on the nearby table. He began kissing the insides of Isabel’s legs, helping her to calm down.
So, Steve did the same thing to Piper. He found her fisting the sheet in her hands; her jaw held tight. Trailing kisses along her inner thighs, he felt her body relaxing. “You did well, slave.”
“Thank you, Master.” She took a deep breath, calming down further. She’d been near a climax and wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back any longer. And she felt a little frustrated too.
Piper watched Grant as he kissed Isabel with soft, delicate kisses. She thought he was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen. She’d never had sex with anyone but her husband, a thing that she was proud to say. But as proud as she was of that, she also felt like she’d been denied something. The touch of another man would never be felt; she was pretty sure of that. But as she watched Grant, she pretended it was him who was kissing her, instead of her husband of twenty years.
Chapter Three
The wind began to blow outside. The temperature dropped like a stone. Grant felt the chill in the air since he’d stripped down to his tight black boxer briefs. “I better go find the thermostat to turn on some heat. It sounds like a cold front’s blowing in.”
Isabel’s body was covered in goosebumps as well. “Yeah, please do that.”
Grant looked around but found nothing. An old-time phone that hung on the wall rang. With a shrug, he picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Steve, the owner. I noticed you looking for something that you won’t find there. There’s a small space heater in the attic.”
“Oh, okay. Do you know if it’s big enough to heat the whole house?” Grant looked around for the entrance to the attic.
“Not sure,” Steve answered. “We haven’t ever used it. The fact is we haven’t ever stayed in the house, and you’re our first guests. But the total square footage is only nine hundred square feet. I think it’ll suffice.”
Grant spotted the small attic door. “I’m not going to fit through that door.”
“Your wife will,” Steve said. “We’re enjoying the show so far, Grant. You’ve really got us stoked about what’s coming up.”
Grant chuckled as he looked at his wife so well displayed in the sex swing. “We aim to please. Bye now.” Hanging up the phone, he went to let Isabel out of the swing, so she could go up into the attic to find the heater.
“You want me to climb into that?” Isabel asked as she looked up at the black hole in the ceiling after Grant had removed the little door.
“If we don’t want to freeze then we need that heater. The owner said there’s one up there.” Grant picked her up. “Here, I’ll give you a boost.”
“But it’s pitch black up there.” Isabel held onto him with a tight grip. “How will I see it if it is up there?”
“I’m sure it’s right there at the edge.” Grant laughed at her. “Are you telling me that you’re afraid to go up there?”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Who wouldn’t be?”
“Me, for one.” Grant tried to heave her up, but she only held him tighter.
“No!”
“Yes, baby. It’s getting colder by the minute.” He peeled her arms from around his neck. “Now, come on. Get your ass up there and grab us that heater.”
Although reluctant, Isabel went into the dark space as Grant pushed her up. “I can’t see a thing,” she told him as soon as her head made it into the attic.
“Feel around,” he told her. “But do it carefully.”
He pushed her up even further, so she could reach around. Her hand hit something that felt like metal. “This might be it.” She felt around it and found a handle. “Okay, take me down now.”
The item she had found wasn’t a heater at all, but a small safe. “Nope, not it. You’ve got to go back up there and give it another try.” Grant took the safe away from her, placing it on the floor before pushing her back up into the dark hole in the ceiling.
“Grant! I don’t want to go back up there.” She cried out in vain as he pushed her up into it anyway.
“You’ve got to get that heater, or we’ll have to leave.” He let a few of his fingers graze her wet sex, to make sure she understood what le
aving there would mean.
With a sigh, she stopped protesting and actually waited long enough for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before blindly reaching around the entrance. “There’s not a whole lot up here. But there’s a weird pile of blankets up here. Do you think the owners know about that?”
“They do now.” Grant couldn’t help himself as he pushed her up a bit further, then goosed her, making her yelp. With a chuckle, he said, “Oops.”
“Yeah, right.” Isabel found the heater and picked it up. “Got it. You can bring me down now.”
Bringing her back down; he was happy to see the item in her hand was indeed a heater. After putting her feet back on the floor, he took the heater and plugged it in, in the main room. “It should be warm in here in no time.”
The phone on the wall rang again, and Grant went to answer it as Isabel stood right next to the heater, warming up. “Hello.”
“Hi, it’s me, Steve, again. Did I hear your wife say there’s a pile of blankets up in the attic?”
“Yeah, and there’s this personal safe too. Does that belong to you guys?” Grant looked over at the little safe that sat on the white floor as he twirled the long pigtail cord that hung out of the bottom of the phone.
“No, and neither does that pile of blankets,” Steve sounded worried. “Can you do me a favor and walk around a bit to see if you can find any evidence of someone being there without us knowing? There are no cameras in the bed or bath areas, nor the closet that’s in the bathroom.”
Grant would have to hang up the phone to do what the owner had asked. “I’ll do that then call you back.” He looked at the old phone. “I suppose I can call you on the number you gave me from this line.”
“Yeah, just call that number. Hey, and see if you can get into that safe too, please.” Steve hesitated for a moment. “Do you happen to have a gun with you?”
“No,” Grant answered. “But I’m not exactly helpless.” Grant’s muscles had muscles; he worked out avidly. “I’m sure if it’s anyone, it’s just some homeless person who wouldn’t hurt anyone and just found a place they could camp in without bothering anyone.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Let’s hope that’s all it is. It’s starting to snow again. You guys might get trapped there for a while if we get more than a couple of inches since there’s already snow on the ground. There are extra blankets in the bathroom closet too, just in case, you know.”
Grant had a fleeting thought that they should probably just leave right then, but Isabel called out to him, “Hey, I’m all warm now and ready to get back to playing with my Master.”
His cock thumped, and he hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. “I’ve got to check out the house first.” He gave a nod at the stocks. “I’ll warm your ass up for you if you want.”
Isabel smiled sexily. “We can do that if you want to.”
“Yeah, I’ve just gotta do this first.” Grant went straight to the closet in the tiny bathroom and opened the door. At first everything seemed to be okay, but upon further inspection, he found there to be a fake panel at the top of the closet. There was a broom in there too, so he used it to push the panel up and found a jagged hole had been cut out. “Fuck!”
Going back to the main room, he rushed past Isabel who was running her hand over the stocks. “You okay?”
He nodded. “The owner wanted me to see if I could get this safe open. I found a hole in the closet that leads to the attic.”
“What?” Isabel came to his side, feeling a bit worried. “Maybe we should just go, Grant.”
“Or maybe we should stay and catch this person.” Grant looked at the lock on the safe then reached out to Isabel, taking one hairpin from the braid she wore. “Maybe I can pick the lock with this.”
Isabel wasn’t into being some kind of hero. After all the house didn’t have anyone living in it. Whoever was staying in the attic wasn’t really their concern. But staying away from whoever it was proved to be a concern of hers. “Baby, maybe we should just leave.”
There it was again, that niggling idea to just grab their things and leave. But Grant wasn’t the kind of man to turn tail and run from anything. “Nah, we’ll be fine. And it’s a good deed, ridding this place of its unwelcome inhabitant.”
“I don’t know, Grant.” Isabel chewed her pinky nail as she watched her husband jiggle the hairpin.
Just then the lock came open. Grant pulled the top open, revealing what was being kept, locked away inside. “Oh, shit!”
Chapter Four
Piper watched the television as Grant opened the safe. She had to look very closely to see what was inside. Grant’s reaction had told her it wasn’t very good.
Steve had gone to the bathroom, leaving her alone in their bedroom. The couple had been together since high school. No children seemed to be on the cards for them though. Their long marriage had never produced any.
Although it wasn’t what they had planned, the two made it work as best they could with it just being the two of them. Piper was especially sad about not being able to get pregnant. Perhaps that’s why the things she saw in that safe made her heart ache.
Steve came out of the bathroom, noticing the sad look on his wife’s face. “What’s wrong, Piper?”
“The safe is full of pictures of babies. And there are prices written in black sharpie marker at the bottom of each picture.” She looked up at him, both of them still naked and she suddenly felt extremely vulnerable. “Do you think that someone’s hiding babies in the attic of that home until they can be sold?”
Steve sat on the bed, horror filling his entire body. “Surely not.” But he looked at the screen as Grant took one picture at a time out of the safe, holding it up to one of the cameras.
Grant’s voice filled the speakers, “There’s a hole in the top of the bathroom closet and these pictures. I think it’s time to call the police.”
Steve nodded in agreement. “I’ll make the call to the police, and you call the house to let him know we’re doing that and they should get dressed.”
Piper went to their landline phone to make the call as Steve went to find his cell. But when she picked it up, she found there was no dial tone. “The landline’s dead, Steve.”
A howling wind blew outside, letting Steve know the phone lines had most likely been taken out by what seemed to be a blizzard outside. “Shit.” It took him a minute to find his cell as he’d left it in his pants pocket in the bathroom laundry hamper.
“Oh, God!” Piper shouted, bringing him back to their bedroom.
“What?”
She pointed to the television. It was blank. “I bet they’ve lost power there.”
The house was five miles away from theirs, and that was as the crow flies. Taking the roads, it was half an hour away as they’d have to go around the forest, instead of through it.
Looking at his cell, he found it was dead, having run completely out of battery. “Crap, I’ve got to charge it before I can make the call.” Steve sat down to think, as Piper got up to look out the window, finding the snow was falling at a rapid pace, she couldn’t see a thing, except the fact that snow had already built up to the window sill.
They were snowbound, trapped in their home and she knew damn good and well Grant and Isabel were trapped too. And they had no electricity, that meant no heat.
Piper went to get the phone charger out of the drawer next to their bed. “I’ll get the charger for you.”
Steve stood, running his hand over his forehead as he thought about what he could do. “Okay, if I call the police maybe they can get to them.”
“How?” Piper asked as she moved things about in the drawer that was full of cords and other stuff. “They can’t get to people who aren’t in grave danger. You know that. They won’t risk it.”
Steve began to pace. “Okay, at least we know they can’t get out, but we also know that whoever is staying in that attic can’t get in either. So that’s good, right?”
“How can we be sur
e of that, Steve?” Piper looked pale and sick. “Who would do such a thing as steal babies to sell them?”
“Some sick mother fucker.” Steve felt his stomach knot. “But you can be sure about one thing; we will stop them.”
Piper nodded. “The charger isn’t in this drawer. Did you move it?” Steve nodded. “Then go find it.” Then she went to shower and get dressed. The night wasn’t going to be the way she thought it would be after all. Not only was she disappointed, but she was also sickened by what was happening.
There they were in a warm house with their electricity still on while that poor couple was alone in a cold home. On top of that, they may be having to deal with some sick freak. Piper had never felt worse in her entire life.
Steve jumped up. “I can take the truck to get them. It’s got snow tires on it.” He hurried to get dressed but stopped as soon as their electricity went out too. “Shit!”
Piper was in the shower when the power cut off. She cursed, “Crap!” Then she got out, having to find the towel she’d hung on the hook in the pitch black.
Steve felt his way to his wife. “You okay in here?”
“Yeah.” She pulled the towel around her body. “This is terrible.”
“Yes, it is,” Steve agreed. “I had just come up with an idea of taking the truck to get them, but with the power out, the garage door won’t open.”
“It wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway, Steve. The snowdrifts will be too deep for you to get through by now. They’re on their own until daylight and the snow crews come out. If they can come out. They can’t do a thing until the blizzard is over.” Piper found the matches and candle she kept in the drawer in the bathroom, lighting it up to help her find her way to get dressed.
The couple dressed warmly then got into bed, knowing there was just nothing else they could do at the moment. But that fact didn’t make them feel any better about what Grant and Isabel must be going through.
Chapter Five
After putting their warm clothes on in the pitch black, Grant went out to the garage to see if he could get the door opened. He found out he could, but there was a wall of snow blocking the way out.
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