The Chalet
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“I’m just ready for it to be here already. For life to settle down.”
He set the reader down and walked over to where I sat. He put his hands on my shoulders and slid behind me. My eyes closed in pleasure when he started a soothing massage. He knew just how and where to push and stroke.
“You’re tense,” he said, working on a particularly tight spot.
I simply hummed in response. His hands felt so good.
He dipped his head to whisper in my ear, “I think this calls for drastic measures.”
We’d had a trying weekend. Between balancing wedding planning and playtime, I was exhausted.
“I don’t think I’m up for drastic at the moment. I think a glass of wine and bed is just about all I can handle.” I sighed. “Maybe just bed.”
His hands never stopped. “I was thinking a soak in the tub with a glass of wine, then bed.”
“I don’t even have the energy to run a bath.”
“You don’t have to,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”
My eyes drooped with every pass of his sensual hands. “If I can stay awake.”
“If you fall asleep, I’ll make sure you make it to bed.”
I yawned. “Deal.”
“Stay here and let me get everything ready.”
“Like I can move.” I felt all warm and relaxed after his massage. Like a puddle on the couch.
He brushed my cheek and left the room. I curled up in a ball and snuggled deeper into the soft leather.
“Abby,” he whispered some time later.
The shadows in the room had changed. I must have fallen asleep unknowingly. I stretched and my sore muscles reminded me of our weekend play.
“Bath time?” I asked.
“Unless you’d like to skip it and go on to bed.”
“Bath.”
I sat up, but he whispered softly, “No, you don’t,” and scooped me up in his arms to carry me down the hall to the master bath.
Like his bathroom at the estate, this one also held a massive soaker tub. Nathaniel had placed lit candles around the room and an opened bottle of wine that sat on the floor alongside a lone wineglass. The tub was filled with lemongrass-scented bubbles.
“I’m going to set you down,” he said and gently put me on my feet.
I tried to unbutton my shirt, but my fingers were clumsy.
He batted my hands away. “Let me.”
In almost no time, my clothes were on the floor and he was helping me into the tub.
The water was the exact right temperature and I sighed as I slipped in up to my shoulders in bubbles. Nathaniel grinned and poured a glass of wine.
I took the glass when he offered it to me. The sight of him standing there, watching me, perked me up. Maybe the nap had helped more than I realized. “You going to join me?”
“I was thinking about it.”
I scooted forward, all traces of fatigue gone. “Stop thinking and join me.”
He needed no further encouragement and within moments, he had stripped and was sliding behind me. I closed my eyes as his arms came around me.
I passed him the wineglass. “This is the best idea you’ve had all weekend,” I said just to tease him.
“Is that so?”
“Mmm,” I hummed when he started rubbing my shoulder. “That thing you did last night was good, but this is definitely better.”
He laughed. “That thing I did last night had you screaming my name as you climaxed for the third time.”
I stretched back against him with a knowing smile. “Third? Are you sure? I only remember two.”
The wineglass had somehow made it back into my hands and his fingers were inching down my sides. “Your memory is faulty because of the immense pleasure you were experiencing. It was definitely the third time you climaxed.”
“Nah. Can’t be. I’d have remembered that.”
“The first two times you came you were told to be silent. The third was when I finally allowed you to be vocal. I remember, because I had to threaten you with the gag right before the second and I said if I had to use it, there would be no third time.”
Of course I remembered the entire night. How was it possible anyone could have forgotten any of that?
His hands rested on my upper thighs and were slowly making their way further up between my legs. “In fact,” he said. “I believe I also told you that if you made a sound during the second, you couldn’t have my cock for a week.”
“Right,” I said as if I was just remembering. I sucked in a gasp of breath as his fingers started stroking and dipping ever so slightly into me. “And since it’s one month and one week before the wedding, I wasn’t about to disobey you.”
He set the reader down and walked over to where I sat. He put his hands on my shoulders and slid behind me. My eyes closed in pleasure when he started a soothing massage. He knew just how and where to push and stroke.
“You’re tense,” he said, working on a particularly tight spot.
I simply hummed in response. His hands felt so good.
He dipped his head to whisper in my ear, “I think this calls for drastic measures.”
We’d had a trying weekend. Between balancing wedding planning and playtime, I was exhausted.
“I don’t think I’m up for drastic at the moment. I think a glass of wine and bed is just about all I can handle.” I sighed. “Maybe just bed.”
His hands never stopped. “I was thinking a soak in the tub with a glass of wine, then bed.”
“I don’t even have the energy to run a bath.”
“You don’t have to,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”
My eyes drooped with every pass of his sensual hands. “If I can stay awake.”
“If you fall asleep, I’ll make sure you make it to bed.”
I yawned. “Deal.”
“Stay here and let me get everything ready.”
“Like I can move.” I felt all warm and relaxed after his massage. Like a puddle on the couch.
He brushed my cheek and left the room. I curled up in a ball and snuggled deeper into the soft leather.
“Abby,” he whispered some time later.
The shadows in the room had changed. I must have fallen asleep unknowingly. I stretched and my sore muscles reminded me of our weekend play.
“Bath time?” I asked.
“Unless you’d like to skip it and go on to bed.”
“Bath.”
I sat up, but he whispered softly, “No, you don’t,” and scooped me up in his arms to carry me down the hall to the master bath.
Like his bathroom at the estate, this one also held a massive soaker tub. Nathaniel had placed lit candles around the room and an opened bottle of wine that sat on the floor alongside a lone wineglass. The tub was filled with lemongrass-scented bubbles.
“I’m going to set you down,” he said and gently put me on my feet.
I tried to unbutton my shirt, but my fingers were clumsy.
He batted my hands away. “Let me.”
In almost no time, my clothes were on the floor and he was helping me into the tub.
The water was the exact right temperature and I sighed as I slipped in up to my shoulders in bubbles. Nathaniel grinned and poured a glass of wine.
I took the glass when he offered it to me. The sight of him standing there, watching me, perked me up. Maybe the nap had helped more than I realized. “You going to join me?”
“I was thinking about it.”
I scooted forward, all traces of fatigue gone. “Stop thinking and join me.”
He needed no further encouragement and within moments, he had stripped and was sliding behind me. I closed my eyes as his arms came around me.
I passed him the wineglass. “This is the best idea you’ve had all weekend,” I said just to tease him.
“Is that so?”
“Mmm,” I hummed when he started rubbing my shoulder. “That thing you did last night was good, but this is definitely better.”
He laughed. “That thing I did last night had you screaming my name as you climaxed for the third time.”
I stretched back against him with a knowing smile. “Third? Are you sure? I only remember two.”
The wineglass had somehow made it back into my hands and his fingers were inching down my sides. “Your memory is faulty because of the immense pleasure you were experiencing. It was definitely the third time you climaxed.”
“Nah. Can’t be. I’d have remembered that.”
“The first two times you came you were told to be silent. The third was when I finally allowed you to be vocal. I remember, because I had to threaten you with the gag right before the second and I said if I had to use it, there would be no third time.”
Of course I remembered the entire night. How was it possible anyone could have forgotten any of that?
His hands rested on my upper thighs and were slowly making their way further up between my legs. “In fact,” he said. “I believe I also told you that if you made a sound during the second, you couldn’t have my cock for a week.”
“Right,” I said as if I was just remembering. I sucked in a gasp of breath as his fingers started stroking and dipping ever so slightly into me. “And since it’s one month and one week before the wedding, I wasn’t about to disobey you.”
