by Alice Raine
‘It’s pretty simple really, they’re normal knickers but they have a small pocket for this,’ he said picking up the plastic piece. ‘It’s a clitoral stimulator. Think of it as similar in purpose to a vibrator, except obviously its external.’ So I had been right about the vibrating part then. Laying the knickers on his bare leg Nicholas carefully slid the small vibrator inside a virtually invisible pocket at the front of the crotch and then held them out to me. ‘It’s small, light, and discreet, no-one will know about it … except me,’ he added, his gaze darkening and his groin jerking its approval in his lap.
‘You want me to wear these on the plane? Isn’t that dangerous?’ Licking my dry lips I took the knickers from Nicholas’ outstretched hand and tried to draw my attention away from his impressive hard-on. ‘Not at all, it’s just like having a phone on the plane, we won’t use it during take-off or landing. You can activate it with this remote. It’s the only one, you can keep it.’ He said generously, handing me a tiny remote control. ‘Actually I bought them because they reminded me of the fun we had that night at my concert with the love egg and the remote control, do you remember, Rebecca?’ From his almost silky smooth tone it was clear that Nicholas knew damn well that I remembered that night in all its vivid details; it had been months ago now, but I’d attended a concert Nicholas had been playing and on his request I’d had a vibrator inside of me – or love egg as I preferred to call it. Nicholas had had the remote control that night though, and he’d used it rather effectively to tease me mercilessly until finally choosing to bring me to climax in the middle of a packed dining hall. Yes, it wasn’t really a night I would forget quickly.
A shudder of pleasure swept through my body as I replayed images from that encounter in my brain and I was only broken from the delicious replay by the sound of Nicholas’ barked laugh from next to me. ‘Why, Rebecca, I do believe you’re blushing. I wonder why …’ He left the sentence hanging as he grinned at me wickedly. ‘As much as I’d love to replay some of that love egg action with you right now, we need to hurry up if we want to catch breakfast.’ Nicholas gave me a long look and then dropped his gaze to my breasts and the clamps which were squeezing my nipples to reddened points. At first his gaze heated, but then he blinked and shook his head as if trying to mentally calm his raging hard on, ‘We skipped half of our dinner last night because we were watching the Northern Lights, besides, after all the fresh air and exercise yesterday you need breakfast … get dressed before I lose my control and ravage you.’ He sounded regretful as he waved me in the direction of the bathroom, and so with a giggle I did as I was told for once.
Nicholas
The slightly awkward look on Rebecca’s face when she remerged from the bathroom was so amusing I very nearly laughed out loud – from her shocked expression you’d think I’d asked her to shove something up her arse, not just wear some simple nipple clamps and new underwear. Seeing how nervous she already looked thankfully I managed to suppress my grin by rolling my lips tightly together until they started to sting. ‘Everything OK?’ I asked, keeping my tone casual.
Glancing up at me I saw that Becky’s cheeks were flushed and her pupils a little dilated. If I weren’t mistaken she was already aroused, so obviously even if she was feeling surprised by my requests this morning the nipple clamps were still doing their job rather nicely.
Nodding, she licked her lips and shifted her legs again, drawing my gaze to the crotch of her jeans. God, why had I insisted on breakfast again? I’d much rather go hungry and have her still naked in bed with me, but no matter how little I cared about food this morning, there was no way I was starving Becky just so I could get my rocks off. Shaking my head I tried to clear my mind and instead focus on what she was saying. ‘The clips are fine, you put them on a very mild setting.’ she said, giving me a grateful smile as she lifted her hands and gently cupped both her breasts through the jumper she was wearing. The sight of her standing there holding herself like that made my semi-hard cock twitch and jerk and she added, ‘I couldn’t wear a bra through, does it show?’ Such simple words, but they were nearly enough to make me change my mind about breakfast regardless of our hunger.
Swallowing a huge lump that had suddenly formed in my throat I managed to shake my head as I openly stared at her breasts feeling ridiculously jealous of her hands as she touched at herself experimentally. ‘No … I can’t tell.’ My voice was stupidly hoarse with lust so I cleared my throat twice before continuing, ‘and I can’t see the clips either.’
Dropping her teasing hands to her sides Becky pointed at her groin with an embarrassed shrug, ‘and this thing … I can’t feel it when it’s turned off, you were right, they just feel like normal underwear.’
Smiling, I prepared to share my next surprise with her. ‘Did you try the remote?’ I enquired lightly, and seeing the blush increase on her cheeks I already had my answer, the cheeky little minx.
‘I did.’ Reaching up she began to fiddle with her hair, a trait that Becky did it a lot less frequently now, but none the less, I knew that playing with her hair was still her tell for when she was nervous or a little uncomfortable, ‘It felt … nice. Really nice.’
‘I’m glad. I’d ask you to wear them today, but they might not be that comfortable for what we are doing first thing.’ Then, right before my eyes I watched with pride as my momentarily shy Becky regained her usual confidence and walked over to grab her handbag where she made a show of stowing the remote control in the side pocket. ‘Actually, I’m surprised you gave me the remote this time.’ I grinned; yeah, I had been pretty mean with my usage of the remote when she’d worn the love egg for me. ‘Besides, they might actually make the journey home more enjoyable, plane rides can be so dull, can’t they?’ she said teasingly, giving me a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Just as she started to undo her jeans, presumably to change into normal underwear, I grabbed my jacket and phone. Then, not wanting her to think I’d gone too soft in the head by giving her the remote, I fiddled with my phone and popped it in my jacket pocket before watching Becky very carefully. The exact moment it happened I saw it; Rebecca went from tall and confident, to yelping and practically dancing on the spot as one hand shot to her groin and the other clutched the back of a chair for support.
‘You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?’ I asked mildly and I shrugged my jacket on ready to head to the dining room.
‘You bastard!’ she panted, tugging at the crotch of her jeans, ‘There is another remote after all?’ she demanded, her cheeks reddening and her eyes wild by this point.
‘Actually no, when I said you had the only remote I wasn’t technically lying.’ Seeing her almost desperate expression I pulled out my phone, tapped the screen three times, and then watched as Rebecca’s shoulders slumped and relaxed as I lowered the vibration level. ‘Things have moved on a bit since your love egg, Becky. The toy in your knickers can be controlled by my phone using Bluetooth. Look, I have an app for it.’ Turning my phone I showed her the small heart-shaped logo and watched as her eyes widened in surprise.
‘Mobile Vibe?’ She repeated the name of the app in astonishment as I tapped the screen again and selected the off button to give her some relief.
‘Indeed. It’s pretty low level range-wise, but as long as I’m within about ten metres it should work, and the great news is, they work exactly the same way as Bluetooth headphones so it’s safe to use on the plane as long as it’s not during take-off or landing. ’ I said with a wink.
Gawking at me in complete shock Rebecca blinked several times and then finally, to my complete surprise, she burst out laughing and shook her head. ‘I’d almost forgotten what a kinky bugger you could be, Mr Jackson, but, luckily, I rather like it,’ she said as she quickly peeled off her jeans. Replacing the vibrating knickers with a simple black lace pair she yanked her jeans up, took my hand, and walked to the door of the apartment. ‘Come on, stud, I’m starving.’
Chapter Nine
Rebecca
After breakfast, whilst the sky was still dark and lit with stars, Nicholas told me to dress in the same warm clothing as yesterday. I was actually becoming rather fond of my snuggly down-lined jacket. Then, after wrapping me in my long, woolly scarf and hat he led me to the hotel reception where a smiling staff member opened the doors for us with a flourish to reveal a pack of dogs outside. For a brief second I felt a stab of fear as my mind stupidly jumped to the conclusion that they were wild wolves, but then seeing the reigns between them and the small metal sled attached to the back of the pack I realised what Nicholas had planned for us.
‘I thought a sled ride before sunrise might be a nice way to start our Christmas Day, Becky,’ he murmured, leaning down close to my ear.
‘Don’t the dogs mind pulling us about?’ I asked Nicholas, excited by the prospect, but feeling a little guilty at the same time.
Overhearing my question a man standing near the dogs and feeding them treats grinned across at me,. ‘Hi, my name’s Peter, I’m taking you out this morning. People always worry about the dogs, but believe me, their welfare is my main concern, these little fellas are like family to me. These dogs love working, they’re Greenlandic dogs; tough and stubborn, and proper little powerhouses.’ They looked a lot like huskies to me, but Peter told me that huskies are used for speed, whereas this breed was favoured for their strength.
Feeling reassured, Peter introduced us to the dogs who were all incredibly tame and as I quickly discovered loved a good scratch behind the ears. The sled was small with a bench type seat for two and a standing platform for Peter at the back. Nicholas sat first and then I positioned myself in front of him between his legs and leaning back on his chest. As soon as I was comfortable Nicholas wrapped his arms around my waist and held me firmly against him, one of his hands holding the rail and the other caressing my waist through my thick jacket.
With Peter steering us we spent the next twenty minutes on a totally magical, if somewhat bumpy, sled ride through woods as the sun rose around us and we skated over the surface of the snow with our eight trusty hounds pulling us as if we weighed nothing at all.
Even though his arms were wrapped tightly around me, the bouncing of the sled meant that my nipple clamps were getting a very thorough rubbing and I was becoming more and more aware of my neediness as the ride progressed. The bumpy ground was also having the duel effect of repeatedly shunting me backwards against Nicholas, so I leant my head back and tilted my neck until I could see his handsome face. ‘Sorry if I’m squashing you.’
Nicholas give me a wry smile and then shifting himself slightly below me he leant in close to my ear. ‘You’re not squashing me, but with your gorgeous arse banging against my groin every few seconds things are getting a bit tight down below.’ As soon as Nicholas’ words sunk in I realised that the lump jutting against my bum must be the hard outline of his excitement. I’d noticed it earlier, but just assumed it was a roll of fabric from all of our layers of clothing. Even though my cheeks must have been red from the breezy cold air I felt them flush even redder when I realised Nicholas’ predicament. Although considering I’d been wearing nipple clamps for the past forty-five minutes which were almost driving me to distraction, it seemed a fairly even compromise.
Several minutes later Peter began calling out commands to the dogs, slowing the sled and bringing us to a halt on the edge of a crag that overlooked an absolutely spectacular view. I clambered from the sled and then held out my hands to help Nicholas stand from his cramped position. Taking my offer of help he unfurled to standing, his eyes locked with mine the whole time, and as I watched him adjust his snow trousers to ease the discomfort in his groin I gave him an embarrassed grin and an apologetic shrug.
Shaking his head he rolled his eyes and then took my hand and led me a few steps away from the sled so we could see the full extent of the view. I grew up in the Lake District, so I’ve seen my fair share of stunning mountain scenes, but there was no doubt that this view trumped them all. My eyes were completely entranced by the sheer majesty of it all. I felt like some kind of giant as I looked out over the top of rolling forests with snow-laden branches that were spread before us like a blanket, but my eyes were instinctively drawn to the distance, where the rugged slopes of the Mount Hekla volcano stood proud on the landscape, snow laying on its craggy slopes and thin wisps of cloud surrounding its peak like a cap.
‘I’m going for a smoke, I’ll leave you two to enjoy the view,’ Peter said from behind us, but we were both too stunned to reply and simply stood open mouthed and staring at the awe inspiring beauty of mother nature before us.
After a few moments I felt the sudden need to share with Nicholas just how much this experience meant to me, but as I turned to him I just couldn’t find words big or expressive enough to sum up just how incredibly fortunate I felt, so instead I flung myself into his arms. Ignoring the chaffing of the clips on my breasts as they pressed against his chest I buried my face in the exposed skin of his neck and simply clung to him. Hugging me back Nicholas gently rocked us as we stood there and as ridiculous as it was, I suddenly felt warm tears leaking from my eyes. The moment Nicholas sensed them he tensed and coaxed me away from his body so he could look down at me with a deep frown. ‘Whoa … why are you crying, Rebecca?’
Using my gloved hand I wiped roughly at my stupid eyes and tried to clear my cheeks as I sniffled in a lungful of the cold air mixed with my own salty tears. ‘They’re happy tears … it’s just this …’ I wafted my arm at the breath taking view behind us, ‘and you … it’s all just so amazing. You’re amazing, Nicholas … I feel so bloody lucky, this is just the most incredible holiday and the best Christmas. Thank you so much.’
Relief flushed across Nicholas’ features and he smiled my favourite shy smile, the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and curled one side of his mouth, causing a dimple to appear in his cheek. Pulling off one of his gloves he cupped my jaw and began to gently wipe away my tears with the pad of his thumb. ‘If anyone is feeling lucky right now, Rebecca, it’s me. Sometimes when I think about my past I … I struggle to understand why you want to be with me.’
My tears had dried up by now and my eyes widened in disbelief. Sure he’d had his issues in the past, and the start to our relationship hadn’t exactly been the smoothest, but we’d overcome our issues and he’d become far batter at dealing with his emotions. ‘I want to be with you because even though you don’t seem to realise it, you’re an amazingly compassionate, generous, and loving man. The past is exactly that, Nicholas. This is our future; us, together.’
‘True … still, I can’t believe I have you in my life.’ Dipping his face Nicholas kissed me long and hard before pulling back and rubbing his cold nose against the tip of mine, making me smile before dropping a final kiss onto my forehead. ‘Now, I think you must be needing some relief from these, hmmm?’ he asked softly as his bare hand dropped from my face and gently touched the surface of my jacket over my breasts. Sucking in a swift breath from the tingling sensation in my nipples I licked my lips and nodded, knowing that the responsiveness in them when he finally removed the clips was going to be incredibly overwhelming and no doubt followed up with some of his saucy speciality kink.
Dropping one final kiss on my parted lips Nicholas took my hand and with one last look at the view we turned back towards the sled to find Peter.
I was expecting us to return along the same route and go straight back to the hotel, but to my surprise Peter diverted us left onto a smaller track, obviously one that was less well used, because our speed slowed as the snow thickened, spraying up from the paws of our trusty four-legged friends who were still enthusiastically pulling us along.
After a few minutes of travelling through a heavily wooded area the sled emerged out into a clearing. Trees still surrounded us on all sides at a distance, but there was enough of a break in the forest to allow the stark winter sun to shine in above us from the pristine cloudless sky.
Looking around as w
e slowed I suddenly gasped and sat up a little straighter on the sled. At first glance I’d though the clearing was empty, but now that I looked properly I could see a glass bubble sat in the centre. Confused, but curious, I hauled myself from the sled, wincing as my nipples chafed against my clothing, and then stepped up to the ‘bubble’ to examine it more closely.
I heard the crunching of snow as Nicholas approached from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me back against his chest. ‘This is where we’re staying tonight, Becky.’
Spinning on the spot I gazed up at him with wide eyes until he grinned and stoked my cheek with a gloved hand. ‘It’s a fully insulated and heated glass igloo in our own private forest clearing. Impressive, huh?’
Practically bursting with excitement I leapt from his arms and half ran, half stumbled through the thick snow until I found the door to the igloo, a small arched tunnel made from glass leading to a bright red front door complete with holly wreath.
‘It’s amazing. We’re really staying here?’ I asked in amazement, barely reigning in my eagerness to get inside and see what it was like. The dome of the igloo was glass, but with the recent snow it was piled up around the edges so even on tiptoes I could only just see glimpses of the interior.
‘Yep,’ Nicholas confirmed. Turning to Peter he shook his hand and took a large rucksack from the back of the sled. ‘Thanks Peter, Merry Christmas. See you tomorrow at 10 a.m.’
Smiling, Peter mounted the back of his sled and waved in my direction with a big grin and a wink. ‘You kids have fun!’
As soon as the noise of the dogs and Peter’s whistled instructions had faded from the clearing Nicholas made his way over and grinned down at me. ‘So, how am I doing on the romantic stakes? Because I thought this would be a pretty amazing way to spend the rest of our Christmas Day.’