Which means it won’t be long before we are out of here. And how will things change? Will he go back to being obnoxious? Will the parts of him that I have uncovered mean that I’ll understand him better? Will the intimacy that has sprung up between us survive? Will I feel the same when he decides to go all filthy on me again and tie me up and fuck me as he did today?
My cheeks heat. Why do I enjoy it so much? I never thought of myself as a submissive, or indeed, as someone who’d enjoy kink, but the last few days have convinced me otherwise. My core trembles. I squeeze my thighs together, then press my forehead to the windowpane.
That’s when a face appears in front of me.
I scream.
Christian
I’ve just stepped into the house and shut the backdoor when her scream rips through the house. My heart slams against my ribcage so hard that I’m sure it’s going to burst out of my chest. I drop the logs I’ve gathered and lunge forward through the hallway into the living room. I race across the floor and reach her, just as she turns to me. Her features are pale, her green eyes dilated with fear.
"What’s wrong?" I grip her shoulders. "Why did you scream?"
"The-there was…" Her chin trembles. "There was … someone outside."
I glance past her and see nothing except the snow-covered ground and the trees in the distance; their branches bent under the weight of the snow they are carrying.
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yes!" She shudders. "He was … right there… And when I screamed, he turned and ran."
I glance at the scene outside again, then turn to leave.
"Where are you going?" She grabs hold of my arm. "Don’t go out there, please don’t."
"I need to go and check who is there, Flower."
"No!" She clings to me. "Please don’t leave me and go out there. Please, Christian, not now."
"I can’t let whoever it is get away; if he is a threat of some kind, then I need to neutralize him."
"No, no, no!" She throws herself at my chest. "Don’t leave me alone. Besides, whoever was there is long gone. And the snow has stopped. So, we should be able to return to the other’s tomorrow, or they may even find us, and you can use their help to find out who was here. Please don’t go out there on your own; I beg you. If something were to happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with it, please."
I take in her features, her heightened breathing, the way she stares up anxiously at me even as she wraps her arms about my waist and presses herself so tightly against me that I can feel every single curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the hollow between her legs... Every luscious part of her is as if stamped into my skin.
I hesitate, and she rises up to her tiptoes and presses her lips against my throat, "Please, don’t go. Please tie me up instead, and fuck me again."
A-n-d, my dick instantly thickens. Fuck. Not that I haven’t been inside her so many times already, but to take her again, to tie her up for my delectation and bury myself in her sweet heat versus traipsing outside for an intruder who is likely already gone? Yeah, no contest. "Okay," I murmur.
Ten minutes later, we return to the living room. I ensured that the house was secure, and she followed me as I made the rounds. I locked the back door, then tested each of the windows in the house to make sure that they were shuttered and bolted, before locking the front door. Walking to the bar, I pour myself a glass of whiskey. "What would you like to drink?" I turn to her.
She glances around the bar, and her gaze alights on a bottle of chocolate liqueur. I reach for it, but she shakes her head. "No, I’m good. Maybe some water?"
"Nonsense, we’re still in the Christmas celebratory mood; why don’t you have the liqueur?" I snatch up the bottle and pour out the drink for her.
"No"—she holds up her hand—"really, I’m good."
"I’ve already poured it out."
"I don’t want it."
"Why don’t you have it, when you so clearly do want it?"
"Just because I want it doesn’t mean I should have it."
"It’s precisely because you want it that you should definitely have it." I hold out the glass to her.
"No, no, no." She takes a step back.