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

by Stark, Natalie

  With her nipple brushing against my lips, I slid my tongue from my mouth and let it flicker over her. Chloe trembled a little and released a murmur of delight. Beginning to relax just a little more, I gently took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. She squirmed against me, and I let my fingers run lightly down the curve of her back. I tried to take each moment at a time. I didn’t want to worry whether my cock would get harder still, and if it did, would I be able to keep it hard? I didn’t want to think about whether I would be able to satisfy her or how long I might last before coming. And even if I did come too soon, would I be able to get stiff again for her? I tried so hard to push those nagging thoughts from my mind as she writhed slowly against my lap as I smothered her firm breast in soft kisses.

  I looked up into her face, needing to know whether I was turning her on or not. I wanted to see that look of excitement in her eyes that I had seen so long ago. Chloe twisted slowly on my lap, pushing her pussy against me. Was she trying to feel if she were making me hard? I wondered. She raised her arms, running her fingers through her own thick hair as she shifted against me. I suddenly gasped at the sight of a man watching us through the window.

  Ten

  Chloe

  “Cover yourself up!” Ben suddenly snapped.

  I opened my eyes, at first not sure what was going on. Had he changed his mind? Just when I thought I had managed to relax him, had he suddenly realised he couldn’t go on?

  “What’s wrong?” I gasped.

  “Cover yourself,” he barked again, pushing me from his lap. “There is someone watching us through the window.”

  “What?” I breathed, looking up to find a man peering in at us. Reaching down, I plucked my bra from the floor and hastily put it on. I was still fumbling with the fishhook at the back when the door to The Cabin swung open. The man who had just moments ago been watching us through the window now stood in the open doorway. He was tall with dark brown hair, which was dripping wet with rain. He had sharp blue eyes, and a heavy stubble covered the lower half of his face. I guessed him to be about twenty-six. He wore a long dark coat, jeans, and boots. He was so broad that he blocked the fading light coming through the open doorway. He glanced at Ben, then at me as I stood in my high heels, black silk stockings, and skimpy underwear. He let his crisp blue eyes travel slowly up and down the length of my body. I felt naked beneath his keen stare.

  Ben saw him looking at me and said to the stranger, “Who the bloody hell are you?”

  “I could ask you the same thing,” the man said, stepping in from out of the rain.

  “Me and my wife have booked this cabin for the night,” Ben told him, stepping in front of me, so as to block the stranger’s view of my semi-naked body. There was a part of me that didn’t mind the man staring at me. The look in his eyes briefly reminded me of how Ben had once looked at me before fucking me.

  “Then there must be some kind of mistake,” the man said, his voice deep and strong. “Me and my wife have also booked this cabin.”

  “Your wife...” Ben started, stopping as a tall, dark-haired woman stepped into The Cabin behind the man.

  She truly was beautiful. Her skin was a dark olive colour and smooth. She had a mass of thick dark brown her that trailed over her shoulders. And even though she wore a long black coat, not too dissimilar to her husband’s, I could see she had a good figure. She closed the door behind her.

  “I’m sorry, but you can’t stay,” Ben said, still shielding me.

  “Where do you suggest we go?” the man said, taking his eyes off me and looking straight back at Ben.

  “Back the way you came,” Ben quipped.

  “Impossible,” the man said. “It’s almost nightfall and it’s raining. The paths out there are treacherous. You can risk your wife’s life by leading her back down the mountainside in the pitch black and rain, but I value my wife more dearly than that.”

  “There isn’t enough room for us all,” Ben said.

  “I don’t know,” the man said, glancing through the open doorway and into the bedroom. “That bed looks big enough for all of us.” Then turning, he looked straight back at me. “What do you think?”

  My heart began to flutter as I stood behind Ben and stared at the stranger.

  “Don’t be so disgusting,” Ben shot back, his voice sounding suddenly angry.

  “Take no notice of Jack,” the woman suddenly spoke up, taking off her coat. “He is just teasing.” She smiled at Ben.

  Turning to face me, Ben said, “C’mon, let’s get our things together. We’re not staying.”

  “But we can’t leave,” I whispered. “I booked this place for us. It was expensive.”

  “Then we’ll demand a refund when we get home,” Ben said, taking me by the arm and guiding me towards the bedroom. My heels clacked over the wooden floor and I could feel the eyes of the stranger looking me up and down.

  “We can’t leave now,” I said, stopping by the open bedroom door. “It’s like the guy said, its dark outside and it would be dangerous...”

  “Listen to your gorgeous wife,” Jack cut in with a smile, sinking down onto the black leather sofa next to his wife. He put his arm around her shoulder. Without her coat, I could see she was wearing a thin cotton shirt, which was open at the throat. Her breasts strained against the cloth.

  “Why don’t we just all relax?” the woman smiled back at the both of us.

  “Sounds like a plan, Jess,” Jack said, picking up one of the bottles of wine from the small table. “Let’s all have a drink.”

  “No thanks,” Ben growled, easing me into the bedroom and closing the door behind us.

  Alone, Ben looked at me and said, “I can’t believe you want to stay.”

  “What else can we do?” I said, going to him, and snaking my arm around his waist, hoping that he might calm down again. “It would be too dangerous to leave.”

  “I’m not happy about this one little bit,” Ben grumbled, looking back at the closed door. “And I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you.”

  “He’s just a guy,” I said, pulling him close. “You would’ve done exactly the same thing if it had been his wife who had been standing there practically naked.”

  “No I wouldn’t,” Ben said.

  “Yeah, you would,” I smiled. “She’s gorgeous.”

  “I didn’t notice,” he said, looking back at the door again, the sound of Jess giggling coming from the other room.

  Pulling Ben close towards me again, I looked up into his eyes and said, “Where were we before we got disturbed?” I brushed my hand over his cock hidden beneath his trousers. He had started to feel hard, but now it was soft again. I squeezed it gently in my hand.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ben gasped, brushing my hand away.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I’m not having sex with you while those two sit on the other side of the door listening,” he snapped.

  “They won’t be listening to us,” I tried to calm him. “They’ll be too busy making noises of their own. Why do you think they’ve come to The Cabin? They’ve come here for the same reason we have.”

  “I’m not really interested in why they’ve come to The Cabin,” Ben said, easing me away from him. “I’m not going to have sex with you while they are on the other side of that door.”

  Standing in my underwear and placing my hands on my hips, I looked at him and said, “I think you’re secretly pleased that they’ve turned up here.”

  “What are you talking about?” Ben said, sitting on the side of the bed.

  “It’s given you the perfect excuse not to have sex with me,” I hissed at him.

  “Don’t be so ridiculous, and keep your voice down,” he shot back. “They‘ll hear you.”

  “By the looks of things, me and you arguing again is all they are going to hear,” I snapped, taking my jeans from where I’d left them on the floor. I pulled them on over my stockings. Then, plucking up a sweater, I threw it on,
along with my jacket. I headed towards the door.

  “Where are you going?” Ben asked.

  “As far away from you as possible,” I said, pulling open the door and slamming it shut behind me.

  I strode across the living room, neither Jack nor Jess even looking up at me as they sat making out with each other on the sofa.

  “Unbelievable!” I hissed under my breath, pulling open the front door and storming out into the rain.

  Eleven

  Ben

  How did Chloe expect me to have sex with her, with that other couple sitting in the other room? She couldn’t be serious. I knew her plans for a romantic night away had been dashed, but was that my fault? I couldn’t be blamed for their intrusion. Everything had been going well until Jack had shown up and started to eat my wife alive with his eyes. Freaking pervert!

  Once Chloe had calmed down, she would realise that none of this was my fault. I couldn’t have sex, not with Jack and his wife listening from the other side of the wall. I couldn’t think of anything more off-putting. And how dare he even joke that we could’ve shared the same bed together! What sort of couple did he think we were? We’re better than that – better than them.

  With a sudden shot of pain building behind my temple, the last thing I wanted was a headache now. I plucked the backpack from the floor, praying that Chloe had remembered to bring some painkillers with her. Like a drunk looking for that emergency bottle of whiskey he couldn’t quite remember where he’d hidden it, I searched the rucksack, but couldn’t find any tablets. Kicking the rucksack against the wall in frustration, I loosened my shirt and turned out the light.

  Lying back on the giant-sized bed, I closed my eyes, trying to stem the pain before it became all-consuming. I would take just half an hour or so in the darkness. Chloe would have calmed down by then and come back to me. And if she hadn’t, I would go looking for her. As I lay in the pitch black of the room, my mind started to wander to the report that I had to hand in at work. What a joke this whole cabin thing had turned out to be. What a complete and utter waste of time. I could’ve been at home now working on it. How had I ever let Chloe talk me into coming away to this godforsaken place with her?

  Twelve

  Chloe

  I dashed down the front steps of The Cabin. It was raining harder than I’d imagined. I was still wearing my heels and they stuck in the soaked ground like tent pegs. I didn’t want to turn back now, I’d only just left and I didn’t want to see Ben again – not ever. I’d had enough. Knowing that I wouldn’t get far in my heels, I teetered across the grassy lawn which stretched before The Cabin. Then, to my left, I noticed what looked like another smaller building set amongst the thick black trunks of the trees. Casting my head down, I made my way towards the woods in the pale moonlight which shone from above. The rain drummed against the leaves as I stepped beneath them. Shaking the drips from my hair, I headed through the trees towards the small, squat-looking building. Drawing closer to it, I could see it was, in fact, some kind of small annex to the main building, which was The Cabin. The building looked near derelict with a lopsided roof and cracked stone walls. Ivy climbed up the front of the small building and disappeared over the slate roof. There was a window set into the wall. Cupping my hands against the glass, I peered inside. In the darkness I could just make out the ghostly shapes of furniture. Perhaps there was a chair or two – I couldn’t be sure.

  Next to the window was a small door. I twisted the rusty-looking handle and pushed. To my surprise, the door wailed on an ancient set of hinges as it opened. I snatched a quick glance over my shoulder and stepped inside. I could just make out a small table by the door, and on this was a candle and box of matches. Lighting the candle, I stepped into the small dwelling. Against the far wall was a small fireplace and a white rug had been thrown on the floor before it. I had been right; there were two small armchairs, both of which looked worn, stuffing poking through tears in the fabric. Towards the back of the small room, there was a single bed. I wondered if this wasn’t where the gardener of the grounds maybe stayed when he came to carry out work in the spring and summer months.

  The rain beat against the tiny window, and inside the small dwelling I felt snug and warm. I turned to close the door to shut out the wind when I gasped, nearly dropping the candle to the floor. Jack stood in the doorway. Like before, rain dripped from his dark hair and ran down the length of his rugged face. Just as before, his eyes seemed to bore right through me. Even though I was now wearing clothes, he stared at me as if I were half naked again before him.

  Stepping into the small room and swinging the door shut behind him, he said, “What are you looking for?”

  “Something different,” I whispered, staring straight back at him.

  Without saying anything more, gripping hold of me with his strong hands, he shoved me down onto the white rug which covered the floor. I lay on my back as he stood over me.

  “What about your wife?” I started.

  “Shut up,” he said, pulling open the front of his white shirt.

  His chest and stomach beneath it looked like it had been sculpted from marble. It looked hard and well-toned.

  “I want to see you in your underwear again,” he said, dropping into one of the threadbare chairs.

  “But...” I started.

  “Undress,” he cut over me.

  Without taking my eyes off his, I lifted my hips from off the floor and slid down my jeans, kicking them free of my ankles. Then arching my back, I pulled off my sweater until I was lying on the floor before Jack in my underwear and stockings.

  “If I’m to please you, I need to know where you like to be touched,” he said, almost sternly.

  Slowly, I reached up and brushed the flat of my hands over my breasts. I could feel my nipples turning erect beneath the silk fabric of my bra. Sitting back in the armchair as if relaxing, Jack watched me move my hands in slow circular motion over my breasts.

  Then taking a cigarette from his shirt pocket, he used the candle to light it. He drew deeply on the cigarette. Blowing smoke through his nostrils, he looked down at me and said, “Where else do you like to be touched?”

  Slowly, I moved my hands down over my stomach. I drew my knees up slightly and parted my legs. With my fingertips just inches from my pussy, I whispered, “I like to be touched here.”

  “I said, fucking show me. Don’t tell me,” he said, drawing deeply on his cigarette.

  Closing my eyes, I slid my hands between my legs. Using my fingers to hook my panties aside, I slowly began to stroke myself with the first two fingers of my free hand. I was surprised at how wet I already felt. I drew my fingers slowly over my clit, which stood up hard. I pressed the tip of my forefinger over it and made small, gentle, circular movements. I wanted to open my eyes to see if he was still watching me. I wanted to see if he was enjoying the show I was putting on for him.

  I opened them a fraction to find him sitting forward in the chair. He had removed his shirt completely now, and had positioned himself in such a way so he could look down between my legs as I stroked myself for him.

  “How does that feel?” he asked, pitching out his cigarette beneath the heel of his boot.

  “Good,” I whispered, my eyes half open.

  “Just good?” he said back. “Make it feel so fucking good you can’t bear it.”

  Closing my eyes fully again, I pressed the ball of my finger more firmly against my clit. I worked my fingers more quickly over myself. I was so wet now, I was slick from my pussy down to my anus. I felt overwhelmed with an excitable nervousness. Deep inside I knew what I was doing was wrong, but it was that which made me work my fingers faster and faster. I arched my back off the rug and clenched my buttocks together as an excitable pulse built inside of me. The thought of being watched by this stranger made me want to come. It turned me on to know I was being watched by him. I rubbed my finger over my clit faster and harder, until it felt as if my pussy was on fire. With my skin prickling with heat from
my head to my toes, I dug my heels into the rug as that feeling of losing all control washed over me. Crying out as I came, I drew my fingers up and down the length of my pussy, pausing to rub my clit, then stroking myself again. I gasped and desperately fought to catch my breath as I trembled and shook all over. As the orgasm began to fade, I felt another building deep inside of me, urged on in the knowledge I was being watched by this man. Before the second orgasm had a chance to take hold of me, I felt a strong pair of hands take hold of mine.

  I opened my eyes to see Jack standing over me. He was now naked, and his cock stood out from between his muscular thighs. Without saying anything, he roughly dragged me to my feet. Still trembling from making myself come, I teetered on my high heels as he bent me over the side of the armchair. Making a fist, he grabbed my hair, forcing my face down into the pillow. Bent over with my arse up in the air, I cried out as he sunk his thick, hard cock into me. At once I started to come. My whole body jerked violently as he slid his cock slowly, but deeply, in and out of me.

  “Tell me this isn’t a dream,” I begged him. “Tell me you are real.”

  “You know this is real,” he breathed, pushing himself slowly into me, then pulling himself free again. “It was you who arranged for me and Jess to meet you and your husband at The Cabin tonight. It was you who contacted us via ‘Bed-Swappers’ and asked for us to bring some excitement back into your marriage.”