The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas)

by Stark, Natalie

I looked into her pretty blue eyes and they looked sad somehow.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, reaching out and taking her hand in mind. “It’s just that my head is freaking killing me.”

  “You need to see someone, Ben,” she said, gently squeezing my hand.

  “I’m not going to see a doctor,” I grumbled. “You know how I feel about doctors.”

  There was a pause before Chloe said, “You need a break then.”

  “I don’t have the time,” I said, closing my eyes and resting my head back against the pillows again.

  “But it’s Friday,” Chloe said. “We have the whole weekend ahead of us. We could spend it together somewhere...”

  “I’ve got a whole bunch of paperwork to get done before Monday morning,” I groaned, thinking of the report which had to be handed into head office on my return to work.

  “Can’t it wait?” Chloe said, a sense of despair creeping into her voice. “Can’t we just spend the weekend together for once?”

  “We will be together,” I told her, not in the mood for this conversation right now. “We’ll be here together.”

  “That’s not what I mean,” she said, letting go of my hand. “Sitting here watching you sup beer while you watch football then bury your head in a mountain of paperwork isn’t what I call being together.”

  “I need to get the paperwork done or I could be without a job,” I said, half opening my eyes and looking at her.

  Then, jumping to her feet and placing her hands on her hips, Chloe said, “And if you don’t come away with me this weekend, you won’t just be without a job, you’ll be without a wife, too!”

  “Please don’t get hysterical, Chloe,” I mumbled, rubbing my head.

  “I’m not being hysterical, Ben,” she glared. “I’m being serious. Unless we spend some proper time together this weekend, I’m outta here!”

  “So what? You’re gonna go find yourself some cock?” I said through gritted teeth.

  “And why not?” Chloe hissed back. “It’s not like I’m getting any around here sometime soon.”

  “Look, let’s just both calm down,” I winced at the pain inside my head. “Let me get this project finished and then maybe in a couple of weeks’ time, we can...”

  “No, Ben!” Chloe shouted at me, and the sound of her voice seemed to rattle my brain against the sides of my skull. “Not next month, not in two weeks, not next week... this weekend or I’m leaving you. I’m serious.”

  I opened my eyes a fraction more and shivered at the look of determination on her face. “But it will be too late to book any place,” I said, plucking the first excuse that came into my troubled mind.

  “I’ve already booked a place,” she shot back. “It’s paid for and everything.”

  “You’ve booked a place,” I said, unable to hide my shock. “Where?”

  “It’s a remote little cottage in the lake district,” she explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Remote,” I whispered, feeling as if I had been ensnared somehow. “How remote are we talking about? Does it have wi-fi? A mobile phone signal?”

  “Fuck the wi-fi, fuck your work phone, and fuck you!” she shouted, spinning around and storming down the hallway to the bedroom. The door rattled in its frame and I gripped my head with both hands.

  “Aww! That hurt!” I groaned. From the living room and over the sound of the pounding in my head, I could hear Chloe crying. “Oh, Christ. I really don’t need this shit.”

  Slowly, I pulled myself to my feet like a drunk, and staggered down the hallway to our bedroom. I pushed open the door to find Chloe blindly throwing her clothes into a suitcase.

  “What are you doing?” I growled through the pain.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” she sobbed. “I’m going. I’m leaving you, Ben. I’ve had enough of this bullshit.” Then, turning to look at me, she pulled the towel free and stood naked before me, her long damp hair trailing over her shoulders and onto her breasts. “Look at me, Ben. I’m twenty-five years old. Not ninety-five. I’m a young woman who just wants to have some fun every now and then. So what if I want to fuck my husband occasionally? Is that so bad? Most men would be begging to have a wife like me. What’s wrong with me?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with you,” I said, looking at her beautiful body, and I hated myself for being so limp-dicked and pathetic.

  “Then why don’t you want me?” she said, tears streaming down her face.

  “I don’t even know how to explain,” I started, knowing that I sounded weak.

  “Well, I’ll save you the bother of even trying,” she said, pulling clothes from her wardrobe and putting them on. Snatching up the case, she came towards me.

  As Chloe barged past me and into the hall, I said, “So what’s this place called?”

  Chloe stopped in her tracks, front door half open. “The Cabin,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me.

  “You’re gonna have to drive, because my head is fucking killing me,” I groaned back at her.

  “Okay,” she smiled. “Leave it to me, I’ve got everything all planned out.”

  Five

  Chloe

  Ben dozed beside me in the car as I headed off into the night. Hurriedly, I had thrown some clothes into a backpack for him, not wanting to give him the time or opportunity to change his mind. It had just turned dark as we set off, and I knew that we would have to break our journey along the way. It was over two hundred and fifty miles from where we lived to The Cabin. There was no way I would be able to drive through the night without sleep. Glancing sideways at Ben, I knew he would need a good night’s rest, too, if our weekend away was going to be any fun at all.

  As I drove through the night, I wondered why I had picked a place which was so far away. But that surely was the whole point. It was miles away from home, work, and all those other distractions. And it was remote. No one would find us there.

  While packing some clothes for Ben, I had slipped the sexiest underwear I owned into my case. I left the sex toy behind. I knew whatever happened, I wouldn’t need that at the cabin. I tingled with a nervous excitement and expectation of what might happen in that remote little cabin tucked away from view on the side of that mountain. How many other married couples and lovers had spent time there? I could only begin to image what stories and secrets the cabin might have witnessed. Whatever had taken place there before – this weekend was for Ben and me. I knew in my heart that the cabin would either make us or break us.

  Reaching the outskirts of Manchester just before midnight, I steered the car into a car park in front of a small motel. Leaving Ben asleep in the car, I went inside. A guy, who looked just a couple of years younger than me, sat reading a lad’s mag behind the front counter. There was a picture of a semi-naked ‘B-lister’ on the front. I think the big-breasted model had been in a soap opera at some time in the past, but I couldn’t remember. As I approached, he slid the magazine from view and looked up. He had shoulder length fair hair, keen blue eyes, and I could see what looked like a tattoo creeping up the side of his neck. It looked like black flames, but I couldn’t be sure, as his white work shirt covered most of it.

  “Okay?” he said, glancing down at his wrist watch.

  “I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you might have a spare room for the night?” I asked, offering up my cutest smile.

  Breaking my stare, and looking a little uncomfortable, he turned to face the computer fixed to the front counter. His fingers danced quickly over the keyboard.

  “You’re in luck,” he said, glancing up at me. “We have two rooms.”

  “I only need one,” I smiled.

  With his face turning scarlet, I caught him snatch a look down at my breasts hidden behind the tight fitting T-shirt I was wearing. “Is it just you staying?” he asked.

  “No, my husband is waiting in the car,” I said over the sound of a vending machine humming in the corner of the lobby.

  “Oh,” he said, look
ing away from my breasts and sounding a little flustered.

  He passed me a blank form to fill out, providing my name and address. I made up my address and the mobile number. Not because I thought the good looking porter was some kind of pervert and would stalk me – he’d only glanced at my tits – but I wanted this weekend to be a secret. I wanted to pretend that Ben and I had only just met and we were sneaking away to secretly fuck each other and whatever else we might get up to.

  “There you go,” I said, pushing the slip of paper back across the counter.

  “Thanks,” he said, scanning my details.

  I handed him my credit card and he took the payment.

  “You’re good to go,” he said, handing me back the card and a key for my room.

  “Thanks,” I smiled back at him.

  I headed back out into the car park, hearing the rustle of the magazine as the porter picked it up again.

  Our room was on the ground floor. Closing the door, I watched Ben head straight for the bed. He pulled off his clothes, and wearing just his boxer-shorts, he climbed under the duvet. I crossed the room, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “How’s your head feeling?” I asked softly.

  “The pain has eased a little,” he said, half opening his eyes and looking at me. Then, pulling back the duvet, he added, “Aren’t you going to get in?”

  “Sure,” I said, pulling off my T-shirt from over my head, and slipping out of my jeans. I crawled into bed next to Ben, resting my head against his solid arm. It was the first time we had shared a bed together for some time. Ben had taken to sleeping on the sofa over the last few months. I couldn’t help but fear that Ben was lying next to me, hoping that I wasn’t going to reach for his cock and make him feel uncomfortable again.

  Then, to my surprise, he turned his face against the pillow and looked at me. “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “For what?” I whispered.

  “For not being able to satisfy you recently,” he said. “I just need some time to figure a few things out.”

  “We’ll have plenty of time at The Cabin,” I said, looking at him in the dim light shed by the bedside lamp. “Who knows what might happen once we’re there.”

  “Who knows,” he whispered and closed his eyes.

  Six

  Chloe

  I woke with a start and I didn’t know why. I sat up in bed, a thin line of sweat running down between my naked breasts. My throat felt dry and sore. I climbed carefully out of bed so as not to wake Ben. I was hoping that if he slept well, he would feel better in the morning for our stay at the cabin. There was a kettle with tea and coffee sachets on a dresser near the window. I didn’t want anything hot. My raging thirst was demanding something cool and sweet. Throwing on my T-shirt, I plucked my jeans up. I took some coins from the pocket and dropped my jeans back onto the floor. I could remember seeing a vending machine in the lobby. Going to the hotel room door, I opened it an inch and peered out. Through the crack in the door, I could see the lobby just down the hall and the drink machine. The hotel was eerily quiet and I couldn’t see any signs of the porter. So slipping out of my room, in just my T-shirt and panties, I quickly made my way down the hall to the lobby.

  Dropping two pound coins into the machine, I fetched up the can of Diet Coke and pulled back the ring. Tilting back my head, I gulped down half of the can in one shot, desperate to quench my raging thirst. Wiping my sticky lips against the back of my hand, I made my way back towards my room. Stepping back into the hallway, I passed closed doors on either side of me. Then, reaching the door I had left open, I snuck into the darkness.

  Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and I gasped out loud.

  “Ben?” I breathed.

  “Shhh,” someone whispered in my ear, as a hand slipped around me from behind and covered my breasts.

  I pulled the hand away and spun around, spilling Coke from the can. Even in the gloom of the room, I knew who it was. The hot-looking porter stood between me and the door. As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I could see that he was completely naked as he stood before me. I had been right about the tattoo. A series of black flames crept over his well-toned arms and chest. His stomach was a series of bumps and looked rock-hard. Unable to resist, I looked down at his cock, which hung like a weighty pendulum.

  “What are you doing in here?” I gasped, trying to brush past him.

  “I could ask you the same question,” he shot back, gripping my arm, preventing me from reaching the door.

  “This is my room,” I breathed, feeling his cock brush against my naked thigh.

  “Wrong,” he whispered, bringing his face close to mine. “This is my room. I sleep in here sometimes during my nightshifts.”

  “Then it has been my mistake,” I said, trying to ease myself from his grasp.

  “Are you so sure it was a mistake?” he hushed, pulling me against him.

  From beneath the thin fabric of my T-shirt, I could feel my nipples brush against his hard chest. My nipples stiffened slightly. He sensed that and pulled me closer still. I felt his hardening cock press against the flat of stomach.

  “Please let me go,” I said, trying to pull away again.

  He gripped my arse with one strong hand, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh. He pulled me against him. “You knew this wasn’t your room.”

  “No...” I said, feeling scared. I wasn’t scared of him. I could always scream if I wanted to. I felt afraid by the fact that I didn’t want to scream and raise the alarm. I liked the feeling of his rock-hard body pressed flat against mine. I liked the feeling of his hand gripping my arse as he pressed his cock against me.

  “You came in here because you wanted to,” he assured me with a confidence bordering on arrogance.

  “It was a mistake,” I tried to assure him.

  “So you’ve never wondered what it would be like to fuck in the dark with a complete stranger?” he said, his voice strong and confident, as if knowing my deepest desires and fantasies. “Haven’t you just wanted to be fucked by someone just for the sake of being fucked?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Liar,” he whispered back.

  “I’m not a liar,” I lied, knowing I had spent the last few years fantasizing about that very thing.

  “Okay then,” he said, with a cocky confidence. “If you’ve never fantasized about such a thing, then leave. But if you have, then undress and kneel on all fours on the bed.”

  As he had promised, he let go of me and stepped away from the door. I looked at the bed, just a few feet away. I looked back at the door, then back at him. My heart was racing so fast in my chest that I thought it might just stop. My lips, arms, and legs trembled. Then, slowly, I raised my arms above my head and pulled off my T-shirt. I tossed it onto the bedroom floor, then kicked off my panties. Completely naked, and without saying a word or looking back at the guy, I slowly crossed the room. I climbed onto the bed. Kneeling on top of it, I lowered myself onto my elbows and spreading my legs wide, I raised my butt in the air.

  I murmured as I felt his long thick cock slide slowly into me from behind. I closed my eyes, and pressed the side of my face into the soft sheets. I made fists as he drew the length of his cock slowly in and out of me. I had heard people say that fantasies were best left as fantasies, as they never matched up to how you imagined them to be. They were wrong. This felt better than I could have ever imagined. I felt dirty as the porter slowly fucked me from behind while my husband slept in the room next door. Just thinking about that made me want to come so fucking bad. This was the no-strings-attached fuck I had always wondered about, and it was better than I could have ever dreamt.

  He pushed himself into me just a little faster, deeper. I groaned and gripped the sheets with my fists. I pushed back against him, letting him know I wanted more of his cock. He responded by gripping my arse with his strong hands and pulling me onto him. He worked his hips harder and faster.

  “Is this how you imagined it to be
?” he whispered, drawing himself in and out of me.

  “Better,” I gasped.

  “Do you like being fucked by me?” he whispered back, as he pushed harder and harder into me.

  “Oh yeah,” I moaned.

  “Why?” he asked, reaching over me and rubbing my nipples with his hands.

  “Because I don’t know you,” I gasped, my pussy feeling so hot now. “I don’t want to know you...I just want to be fucked by you.”

  “Like this?” he said, shoving his cock in and out, faster and faster.

  “Yeah, just like that,” I cried out. “Keep doing it just like that. Don’t stop.” I could feel my stomach muscles tightening as a pit of exhilarating desire built deep within me. With every push of his cock inside of me, the unbearable pressure built to near breaking point.

  “I’m so fucking close,” I murmured.

  Hearing this, he thrust his cock as deep as he could inside of me, each stroke making me gasp and pant.

  “Keep going! Keep going!” I almost seemed to plead with him. That knot of pleasure was on the brink of overflowing inside of me and I didn’t want him to stop now. And I could tell he didn’t want to, either. As he pushed harder and harder, his breath became deeper and faster. I could tell that his own orgasm was just moments away, and sensing that only turned me on more.

  “I’m going to come,” I cried out. Unable to keep back that mounting pressure, my body trembled violently as my orgasm rushed throughout me. It was all-consuming, reaching and touching every single part of my body. I shook uncontrollably as I came, my pussy feeling wet and seething hot.

  “You’re so fucking horny, I want to fuck the arse out of you,” he breathed in the back of his throat. Then jerking back and forth he came. And as he did, he clenched my arse tight and slammed himself deep into me.

  I could feel his body rocking behind me and I grinded my pussy hard against his cock, trying to make my own pleasure last as long as possible. I never wanted this moment to end. I’d never felt so fucking turned on in my life. The heat from between my legs seemed to radiate through my whole body and I wanted to be fucked again. I was so turned on. I could have let this guy fuck me all night long. Forget The Cabin –