Surrendering to the Mountain Man

by Asha Daniels

  I watched Jamie the entire time we trudged to the colorful hospitality cabin, renting the skis and waiting for the lift. She seemed the same, intense and sensitive, as she did before I learned the news. Maybe she even seemed proud of her seduction. I had to look away finally, unnerved by the notion maybe Jamie had been spanked over the same desk at my father’s house. No. No! I was going to lose my shit just thinking about it.

  What I did know about my father’s tastes was that any woman on his arm or in his bed would be completely and totally submissive. They would obey him without question or no doubt face the kind of punishment I had as a child, a teenager. I never really suspected Jamie was that kind of women, but then again, what did I really know about her? What did we know about anyone, the deep longing inside? The burning desire that was so illicit and certainly not a conversation to be had in mixed company.

  If only my friends knew about my cravings, the kinky longings instilled in me from early on. If only they knew about my dreams, the books I read, the few stories I’d attempted to write. If only. Maybe I truly was my father’s daughter. Could I talk with Jamie, share my desire? Hell no. Not if she was sleeping with my father.

  Let it go. You’re on vacation.

  Right. This was a vacation. Fun times.

  The wind was whipping through the trees, creating a snow shower off the limbs. The freshly fallen snow was compacted just enough to allow skiers to take advantage of the run. I was a novice, preferring ice skating to skiing any day. At least my friends humored me, sharing the beginners run.

  The moment I was standing on the top, waiting my turn, I inhaled the brisk air, the fresh scent of pine and realized I could do nothing to prevent either the relationship or the decisions my father chose to make. I was my own woman, capable of determining a path for my future. Fuck the rest of the world. This was my time and I was taking advantage of being here. At that moment, that very brief period of time, I could feel my resolve changing, my will increasing and the need to be the woman inside bursting through the seams. I refused to take anyone’s bullshit. Maybe, this amazing trip would solidify the woman locked in a glass and steel cage. “I’m so ready for this.” You bet even the tone of my voice had changed.

  “Now, she’s in the spirit,” Becca said as she knocked me with her hip.

  “That is the most beautiful sight in the entire world,” Pepper added, pointing down the slope. “I could live here.”

  “And the eye candy isn’t too bad either.” Jamie nodded to the ski instructors, the rugged men happily enjoying the extra money being made on tips from the tourists.

  I positioned the goggles, tracked toward the starting point and hunkered down. Today, I was a free woman. When I pushed off, I drank in the crisp air, the scent of pines and smoke from various chimneys. For a short period of time, I wasn’t the daughter of a monster. I was merely a girl on vacation.

  The run down was almost perfect, the skis gliding along the snow in practiced formation. I was surprised how much I’d retained, even during the few twists and turns. By the time I crossed the finish line on the first landing, I was exhilarated. This had been a fabulous idea after all.

  “Woo hoo! That was amazing!” Pepper exclaimed as she rushed past me then staked her pole into the snow and lifted her goggles. “God! I love this place.”

  Zoom…

  The noise came from the trees, a whirring motor zipping down from the mountain. I placed my hand over my eyes and tried to find the source. The slope was supposed to be for skiers only, preventing accidents.

  “We could go again,” Pepper insisted.

  “It’s getting late,” Jamie nodded toward the sky.

  I remained exhilarated, ready for anything.

  Vroom…

  “Time for a drink by a warm fire.” Becca laughed as she threw her arms out. “The perfect ending to an incredible day. Well, finding a few sexy men would be the cherry and the whipped cream.”

  Still on skis, I trudged closer to the sound, drawn by the rumbling, the roar of the motor.

  “Where are you going?” I heard Jamie call.

  “Nowhere,” was my answer. The rumbling sounds were closer and as I followed the noise of the roaring engine, I could see snow flying up in all directions. Within a few seconds I noticed a snowmobile, charging through the trees, coming at us at an excessive rate of speed. The blur of silver and black caught my eye and I followed, watching as it came into view. I hadn’t realized how far I’d trekked through the snow until I felt a rumble in my stomach just seconds before I was blanketed with a sea of white. The force of the spew pushed me down on the ground and I rolled, coming to stop just before slamming against a tree.

  I looked up just as the snowmobile passed by very slowly. Close. So close. Too close. I could swear the driver slowed down intentionally, watching. Looking. Just a few seconds, but I knew.

  “Oh. My. God!” Pepper screeched.

  “Are you okay?” Becca added.

  I moaned then grunted as I struggled to stand, still watching as the asshole drove away.

  But I’d seen his face. He wasn’t wearing goggles or a helmet of any kind and I’d caught a single glimpse of his penetrating eyes.

  And he’d seen me.

  For that split second in time, a darting glimpse, I’d seen into his soul and he into mine. Now, I tingled all over, shivering in a manner than had nothing to do with the cold.

  Want. Desire.

  Hunger.

  I knew exactly what I was feeling.

  The girls finally made their way to me, along with the closest instructor.

  “What an asshole. I would report him if I knew who he was,” the instructor said as he helped me to my feet.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. Really.” Brushing off the snow, I continued to glance at the trail he’d left. Who was he?

  “Let’s get you back to the resort.”

  I allowed myself to be pulled gently, led to an oversized Jeep. For some reason, I didn’t want to go. There was no rational explanation for why or what I’d seen. There’d honestly been no way I could have sensed anything about him. But I did.

  Control.

  Domination

  Obedience.

  I was shivering all over from the intense concept. He was dynamic and bold. He was intense. He was... Exactly like the man in my fantasy.

  “I’ll take you back. You girls can get in too. Plenty of room,” the instructor said as he ripped off his gloves. “Just real sorry that happened.”

  “You should be!” Pepper snapped.

  “We need to report this.” Becca’s voice held an air of demand, shouting so everyone else heard her raspy voice.

  “No! It’s not important. Okay? And don’t yell at him.” I had no doubt they didn’t hear me as they clamored on about the jerk, the creep and the monster who would do such a horrible thing. All I could think about was the way he’d looked at me, the beseeching glare as if I were the enemy. But there was something else.

  I continued looking out at the snow, searching as if hoping I’d see the driver again. By the time we made it to the lodge, the evening sky was infused with strings of color, their hues almost ominous in nature.

  “I’ll let the caretaker know what happened just in case someone else makes a report. Did you happen to see the color of the snow mobile?”

  The instructor’s voice was calm, his smile comforting, but I could tell he didn’t want any trouble. “I couldn’t make out anything. Just a blur of snow.”

  “They all look alike,” Becca snorted.

  “Well, I’ll report the incident anyway. Just ask for Marty if you remember anything. He’s been around here for years. Knows everybody. Take care, ladies. Hope to see you on the slopes tomorrow. I’m Kane. Just ask for me. I’ll take you to a very special location. The bad weather should be holding off for a day or so.” Kane’s smile was huge as he stared at the other girls, his own desire shining through his bright, white teeth.

  Bad weather. Another shiver tr
ickled down the back of my legs. The thought of being snowed in with a stranger, unable to go anywhere, completely at his mercy was… What was I thinking? Submit. Come to me and surrender body and soul. “Whew,” I whispered under my breath.

  “Maybe,” Pepper huffed and yanked off her cap, fluffing her hair. Then she turned around and winked at the poor instructor. “Come on, ladies. Time for a shower.”

  I stood outside the door, studying the sky, the way the strings of clouds seemed almost ominous, foreboding. For some reason, I remained tingling. I could hear music, light jazz coming from up above, the sound soothing. Lights decorated the back of the resort, creating a festive atmosphere. Everything was so magical, yet nothing seemed real.

  Who was he and why did I feel such an electric connection? A part of me was determined to find out.

  By the time I made it up to the room, the girls were already drinking wine, the music blaring. All I wanted was a moment of peace and quiet. I allowed them to take showers first while I sat by the fire, nursing a glass of cabernet.

  “When you come to me, you will obey, no matter what I ask.”

  I held the glass to my lips, licking around the rim, envisioning being on my knees, completely naked, my wrists and ankles shackled.

  “Let’s go, sunshine. We have dancing to do.” Even Jamie’s voice held excitement about what the evening might offer.

  “I’m coming. Why don’t you girls go ahead? I won’t be fifteen minutes.” I just need to gather my sanity. I almost burst into laughter. Perhaps insanity was the way to go.

  “Are you sure? We’ll wait,” Becca stated as she preened in front of the mirror, checking her lipstick, fluffing her hair.

  “She’s a slacker. We’re going to the bar. Meet us there,” Pepper encouraged but had already grabbed her purse.

  Jamie darted a look, a half smile as if she wanted to talk to me. I wasn’t in the mood. Sharing intimate stories about my father would never happen.

  I waited until they left before heading toward the bathroom. The time completely alone was precious. There was no time at school and the dorm Daddy thought would be a good idea for me to stay in, held no privacy of any kind. Showers were shared. Meals were shared. Sleeping arrangements were shared.

  I left the bathroom door open and peeled off my clothes, not even bothering to close the blinds. There was no one to see, no one who’d even care. I stood in front of the mirror, making faces at my reflection then took a step back, frowning as I studied my body. I wasn’t perfect. Not even close. Becca and Pepper were the perfect ones, toned only from ancestry, but they never had to bother trying to look good. Me? I needed all the help I could get.

  Cupping my breasts, I squeezed. My pussy reacted, clenching just once. I rubbed the flats of my hands up and down then took both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. The moment I pinched my hardened buds, pain coursed through every cell and my legs began to shake. I twisted, pinching to the point of anguish. The effect was instantaneous. I was horny as hell.

  I made another face and my eyes fell onto a wooden brush.

  “I’m going to spank you long and hard, exactly what you need.”

  Swallowing hard, I was shocked the effect of simply seeing the implement had on me. I had no idea which one of my friends had brought it, but I was drawn to the thick wood, the long handle. I fingered the bristles and goosebumps popped along my arms, tightening my nipples. Very gingerly, I held the brush in my hand, savoring the weight. This was a perfect method to use for a quick and very painful round of punishment.

  My exhale was ragged, and I twisted until I could see my ass in the mirror. Then I did something that surprised even me. I smacked my ass. Hard. The pop made me jump and a single moan pushed up from my throat.

  Crack! Pop!

  After smacking my butt again, I was wet and hot, envisioning a man whipping the bad little girl.

  Smack! Crack!

  The pain was delicious and something I craved more than anything. I could envision myself with a dominating man, giving me exactly what I needed every day. Remembering his intense eyes, the kind of passionate blue only seen in still ocean water, I imagined his face, his chiseled cheekbones and high forehead. Bad little girl. Yes, that’s what he would call me. His bad little girl.

  Whap! Smack!

  “Oh!” Shuddering, I looked into the mirror, admiring the marks, the redness. God, how I wanted so much more. Picturing the brush in his hand, I fell into a trance like state, envisioning him standing behind me, his instructions very clear.

  “Lean over and spread your legs.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Pop! Crack!

  With every smack, every slap of the brush against my skin, I became wetter, my pussy aching. The longing to have a man, my fantasy man fill me, fuck me was far too concentrated. After issuing several additional hard strikes, I rubbed the handle of the brush down from my clit to my pussy. The friction was amazing. Twisting, I watched my reflection as I moved the brush up and down, harder. Faster. When my clit was swollen, aching, I shoved the handle all the way into my cunt.

  “Yes!”

  The morning dawned blustery, the smell of snow in the air as flakes fell, tiny specks that I could barely see. I knew they were there. The moment I walked outside, the flakes melted on my tongue as I looked up at the white sky. Another day of skiing. Another night of debauchery, or so Pepper made certain to tell me.

  As we stood in line, waiting for the trolley to take us to the lifts, I overheard the caretaker talking with the driver. Snow. A storm was rolling in and fast. The instructor had been right. There would be only one run today.

  The urgency regarding buttoning up for the approaching storm was evident by the rush of employees, the hushed words and even the increased amount of staff on hand.

  “The forecast is getting worse by the hour. Make certain the guests are informed.”

  His voice was husky, a ragged reminder of age and days spent drinking and smoking cigarettes. He had a kind face, one you’d think of in a grandfather. I watched as he directed the outside staff, discussions about lighting and closing down the outdoor activities primary on his mind. He was organized yet stern and no one questioned his requests.

  “How many inches are we expecting, Marty?” The ski instructor from the day before asked.

  “Blizzard conditions, Kane. Up to two feet in the mountains, at least a foot down here. Hard to tell with one of these types of storms. Just get everyone off the mountain by one,” Marty directed, his eyes constantly moving.

  Shivering, I huddled against the building, my hands already frozen, but for some reason, I didn’t want to go inside. I’d dreamt of my mystery man yet again last night, his massive hands spanking me until I awakened wet and panting.

  Zzzzzuuuu…

  The sound drew my attention and within seconds, I noticed an approaching vehicle. I walked out, studying the approach as light snow flew. A snowmobile. What were the chances? With every step I took, I knew this was the same one that had nearly run me down. The ride was silver and black just like before. Only this time, the vehicle stopped on the side of the lodge. I could see a load of wood on the small trailer, a drop off for the hotel.

  My curiosity getting the better of me, I inched closer. I had to see the man driving. I had to know if he had the same turquoise blue eyes. The moment he climbed off, he saw me, his eyes boring into mine. The electricity was exactly as I’d remembered, a frenetic draw that left me breathless and I could tell he was intrigued, even though anger shifted into his expression.

  He removed his gloves and took a long stride toward me, sliding his heated gaze down the length of my coat to my boots then back to my face. His expression was carnal, as if he’d undressed me with his eyes.

  I could take you right here.

  Had he uttered the words? No.

  He stood still but I could see him, the rugged body, his large hands. He was tall, well over six and a half feet and I found myself moving even closer. There was no real re
ason to find out more, but I needed to.

  I craved…

  Swallowing hard, I felt every muscle in my body tingling. Perhaps there was some desire to give him a piece of my mind, telling him off for almost killing me.

  But there was more.

  I wanted to see if his body matched those mesmerizing eyes.

  And it did.

  When I found myself only a few feet away, the man named Marty blocked my view, pointing toward the building, his arms animated. They were no doubt discussing the storm. I trudged closer, walking through the snow. I held my breath, longing to see him. Him. Of all the ridiculous things I thought I needed, I wanted nothing more than to catch a glimpse of his face.

  When I did, when he removed the scarf and moved toward the wood, I was able to see him clearly, the beard and mustache, the chiseled cheeks and ruddy complexion.

  And he saw me.

  In the next few seconds, we were only feet apart and I could read his thoughts, his needs. His hungers. I could tell exactly what he was thinking and while I should be wary and retreat to the safety of the hotel, I remained where I was. Defiant.

  There was no smile, no indication he even remembered or cared what he’d done. Except for his intelligent yet condescending eyes.

  “Megan. Jesus Christ. There you are. What are you looking at? Him? Oh. My. God. The hired help. Come on.”

  Giving a look of disgust as Becca grabbed my arm, pulling me back; I could swear I noticed him whispering my name.

  “Let’s go back inside until we’re ready to go. Pepper is having some clothing crisis. Let’s get warm.” Becca continued to talk as she walked toward the hotel.

  I stole a glance over my shoulder and he was still watching, his demeanor demanding even in the way he stood, his arms prone, his expression cold and calculating. In those few seconds I allowed myself to study the man, I could tell what he was thinking. I could see what he was craving.

  My body.

  My obedience.

  My surrender.