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The Chalet (The Submissive 3.5)

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A small part of me balked, a natural reaction I assumed for a person being told to go stand naked in front of a window. Of course I knew that no one could possibly see me, but my heart still raced as I moved off the bed and toward the edge of the room. I heard him walk into the bathroom and the sound of running water. It was several minutes before he returned.

“Hands above your head,” he commanded. “And press yourself against the glass.”

The glass was cold as I placed my hands above me and I pressed my forehead against it hoping to help alleviate some of the heat I felt. Looking out the window I only saw white: the snow falling, the mountains around us, and the drifts below. In the distance, I caught glimpses of the village and in the far distance, the towering Matterhorn.

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.

“Why do you ask?”

“I just wondered if it surprised you when you played again? How much you missed it.”

“It did,” he said. “I think that’s why I went against my gut feeling and invited Gwen to play.”

“But that didn’t work out.” Gwen had been the opposite of Melanie and needed more pain than what he was willing to give.

“Just because our needs within the power exchange didn’t align. It wasn’t that we didn’t both want the power exchange itself.”

Not wanting to discuss another woman on our honeymoon, especially one he’d played with, I changed the subject. “So why were you surprised today?”

“Probably because I’ve been enjoying our everyday time so much.” His eyes grew playful. “Especially since that month thing is over.”

“So you’re so excited to have sex again, you’ll take it any way you can?” I teased.

“Look who’s being sassy with my collar on,” he said with a smile.

“So you’re so excited to have sex again, you’ll take it any way you can, Master?” Normally, I wouldn’t be so flippant while wearing his collar, but I felt so good and he was relaxed and easygoing.

Quick as a cat, he had me flipped to my back and loomed over me. “I believe, Abigail, that collar means I can have all the sex I want, anytime I want. Wouldn’t you agree?”

His expression was so intense, I bit back the smart remark I had dancing on my tongue and replied with a simple, “Of course, Master.”

The intensity of his face didn’t change, but his eyes darkened with desire. “Damn straight,” he said, seconds before his lips crushed mine in a kiss so full of passion, I forgot what we’d been discussing.

When he broke the kiss, he remained over me, his legs between mine and his hands on either side of my head. “Speaking of how long it’s been since we’ve played, how are you feeling?”

At his question, I realized how sore I was, especially my backside and upper thighs. Now that my subspace high was wearing off, I was glad he didn’t listen to me when I’d spoken “green.” “Actually, I’m feeling a little sore, Master.”

He nodded. “I think a long soak in the tub would work wonders on those achy spots.”

A long soak in the tub would be even better if he joined me. Though I doubted how much it’d help my aches if he did.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, rolling off the bed. “And no, I won’t be joining you in the tub. I think you’ve had enough for one day.”

I stuck my bottom lip out.

“It’s been a month, we need to ease back into it slowly,” he said. “While some people believe in hitting the ground running, I’ve found

all that’s good for is causing shin splints.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Shin splints, Master? My shins are the least sore part of my body.”

He gave my thigh a playful swat. “It was an analogy, you mouthy sub.”

“You like me feisty.”



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