The Chalet
Page 28
I was so caught up in the beauty of the scenery, I didn’t realize he’d come behind me until I felt the slap of a flogger against my butt.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and deep. “All spread out against the window.” The flogger struck again. “Just think of all those people down below and what they would think if they could see you.” The flogger struck my upper thigh. “Naked.” It hit again. “Turned on by being flogged.”
He continued his low murmurings, and as the blows of the flogger grew harder and harder, I found myself getting lost in a sea of white. The snow swirled around me, somehow tying together the sharp slap of the flogger and the sweetness of his fingers, touching me just so.
All the while, his voice was my anchor. He kept up a constant low murmuring, allowing me to focus on him while surrendering my body to the sensations he created. For that time, he was my lifeline as I floated in a swirl of pleasure.
The flogger was soft against my back and harder along my thighs. It danced seductively between my legs. And all the while he caressed me with his voice. It seemed like no time at all before the blows became slow and soft.
“Green,” I said. He couldn’t stop. It’d been too long since I’d had this feeling, I needed more. “Green, please.”
“I don’t think so, my lovely. You’ve had enough for now.”
“Please,” I whined.
“Later,” he said. “Right now you’re not in a place to make a sound decision.”
I begged to differ, but as he slowed the flogger, his fingers picked up their speed. I ground my hips greedily against his hand. “You’re right, Master. This is much better,” I panted.
He laughed. “I still haven’t given you permission to come.”
“Oops.” I stilled my hips.
His body pressed along the back of mine. “Maybe soon. Maybe I’ll fuck you against the window.”
I knew if I said anything, I’d just beg and he’d already warned me about the begging. So instead, I bit the inside of my cheeks and stifled my moan.
“Would you like that, my dirty girl?”
“Yes, Master. So much.”
I heard the flogger drop to the ground. “Brace yourself.”
It was all the warning I got because in the next second, he was sliding into me. I moaned as he entered me completely.
“Feels so good,” he said, his hands coming to rest beside mine on the window. “I wish there were people outside. So they could watch me fuck you.”
I pressed my cheek to the window and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him inside me. My breasts were hitting the window with each of his thrusts into me. The chill of the glass intensified the heat he was creating within my body. I balled my hands into fists as he pounded deeper and harder and faster.
“Please,” I whispered again when I felt I was at my breaking point. “Master.”
He slipped a hand between us and teased my clit. “Going to come against the window with my dick inside you?”
Oh, god. Was this a test? His hips rocked and I lifted myself up on my toes to allow for his penetration. “If it pleases you, Master.”
“Oh, it pleases me, Abigail.” He said with a thrust. “Come when you wish.”
I lasted for only seconds before my climax claimed my body and I came in one long wave after another. He stiffened behind me and covered my body with his own as his release followed.
Afterward, we were both quiet and still.
“Thank you, Master,” I finally murmured.
He scooped me gently up in his arms and carried me to the bed. “Bitte schön, my lovely.”
I sighed and curled up next to him. He stroked my hair and pressed kisses to the back of my neck. “Didn’t realize how much I missed that,” I said.
“Neither did I.”
Usually after a play session, I was tired and would have slept in his arms for an hour or so. Today, for some reason, I felt energized. I rolled over to face him and propped myself up on an elbow. “Can we talk for a few minutes, Master?”
A soft smile covered his face. “Of course.”
“You said you didn’t know how much you’d miss it. What’s the longest you’ve gone without playing?” I knew it hadn’t been the month we’d just had. Maybe it was the time we’d been apart.
“I suppose it would be when I dated Melanie.”
“Right,” I said. I’d actually forgotten about her, the woman he’d tried to have a vanilla relationship with. It was shortly after breaking up with her that I interviewed to be his submissive.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and deep. “All spread out against the window.” The flogger struck again. “Just think of all those people down below and what they would think if they could see you.” The flogger struck my upper thigh. “Naked.” It hit again. “Turned on by being flogged.”
He continued his low murmurings, and as the blows of the flogger grew harder and harder, I found myself getting lost in a sea of white. The snow swirled around me, somehow tying together the sharp slap of the flogger and the sweetness of his fingers, touching me just so.
All the while, his voice was my anchor. He kept up a constant low murmuring, allowing me to focus on him while surrendering my body to the sensations he created. For that time, he was my lifeline as I floated in a swirl of pleasure.
The flogger was soft against my back and harder along my thighs. It danced seductively between my legs. And all the while he caressed me with his voice. It seemed like no time at all before the blows became slow and soft.
“Green,” I said. He couldn’t stop. It’d been too long since I’d had this feeling, I needed more. “Green, please.”
“I don’t think so, my lovely. You’ve had enough for now.”
“Please,” I whined.
“Later,” he said. “Right now you’re not in a place to make a sound decision.”
I begged to differ, but as he slowed the flogger, his fingers picked up their speed. I ground my hips greedily against his hand. “You’re right, Master. This is much better,” I panted.
He laughed. “I still haven’t given you permission to come.”
“Oops.” I stilled my hips.
His body pressed along the back of mine. “Maybe soon. Maybe I’ll fuck you against the window.”
I knew if I said anything, I’d just beg and he’d already warned me about the begging. So instead, I bit the inside of my cheeks and stifled my moan.
“Would you like that, my dirty girl?”
“Yes, Master. So much.”
I heard the flogger drop to the ground. “Brace yourself.”
It was all the warning I got because in the next second, he was sliding into me. I moaned as he entered me completely.
“Feels so good,” he said, his hands coming to rest beside mine on the window. “I wish there were people outside. So they could watch me fuck you.”
I pressed my cheek to the window and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him inside me. My breasts were hitting the window with each of his thrusts into me. The chill of the glass intensified the heat he was creating within my body. I balled my hands into fists as he pounded deeper and harder and faster.
“Please,” I whispered again when I felt I was at my breaking point. “Master.”
He slipped a hand between us and teased my clit. “Going to come against the window with my dick inside you?”
Oh, god. Was this a test? His hips rocked and I lifted myself up on my toes to allow for his penetration. “If it pleases you, Master.”
“Oh, it pleases me, Abigail.” He said with a thrust. “Come when you wish.”
I lasted for only seconds before my climax claimed my body and I came in one long wave after another. He stiffened behind me and covered my body with his own as his release followed.
Afterward, we were both quiet and still.
“Thank you, Master,” I finally murmured.
He scooped me gently up in his arms and carried me to the bed. “Bitte schön, my lovely.”
I sighed and curled up next to him. He stroked my hair and pressed kisses to the back of my neck. “Didn’t realize how much I missed that,” I said.
“Neither did I.”
Usually after a play session, I was tired and would have slept in his arms for an hour or so. Today, for some reason, I felt energized. I rolled over to face him and propped myself up on an elbow. “Can we talk for a few minutes, Master?”
A soft smile covered his face. “Of course.”
“You said you didn’t know how much you’d miss it. What’s the longest you’ve gone without playing?” I knew it hadn’t been the month we’d just had. Maybe it was the time we’d been apart.
“I suppose it would be when I dated Melanie.”
“Right,” I said. I’d actually forgotten about her, the woman he’d tried to have a vanilla relationship with. It was shortly after breaking up with her that I interviewed to be his submissive.
