"Dammit, this place is beautiful! Like something out of a book!" Sienna peered out the window at the square, two-story building. The driving rain and darkness would've obscured most details if not for our proximity, but with the perimeter lights on and the car parked next to the stairs, the gorgeous building came into focus. It was constructed of rough-hewn stone block, vines crawling across most surfaces. The roof was copper sheeting, and the windows – strangely only on the second floor- were ornately shuttered and barred. A high stone fence – also vine-covered - shielded the entire backyard from prying eyes, extending from the back of the house down to the waterfront.
It looked like a castle.
I'd booked the weekend with the resort's – literally The Resort – management, shown the vouchers upon arrival on the ground, and received the key to the cabin. I was slightly damp from getting in and out of the vehicle, and contemplating how soaked I was going to be carrying luggage in.
Sienna meanwhile looked mouthwatering as always. She was wearing the short, low-necked, sequined gold dress from New Year's Eve, and had done her makeup and nails in an almost blackish-red for maximum contrast with her fair skin and platinum blonde hair. I wasn't planning on making her carry anything, especial with those high heels stretching her toned legs. Dammit, she was hot.
I reached over and gently turned her head towards me with two fingers on her chin."See, what do you want here? You know what this place is, right?"
She smiled softly. "I looked at the website."
"Ok. I just want to make sure you don't think this is just like...a hotel or something."
"I know. And as for what I want...I want to know what it would be like if you OWNED me. If I was your PROPERTY. No freedom. No choice. No privacy. No safeword. Just you doing whatever you want to me."
I sighed. "There's always a safeword. It keeps things safe and sane."
She shook her head. "Then I won't use mine this weekend. And if I do, I want you to ignore it. I want you to be aggressive. Demanding. I want to see your dark side." The whole time she'd been speaking she'd been curling closer to me, and I noticed her legs were pressed hard against each other, moving back and forth slightly as she concentrated on her own arousal.
This weekend had the potential to get out of hand.
It also had the potential to be a lot of fun.
I rushed our bags up the steps to the second floor in two trips, unlocking the door and setting them in the darkened room. Finally, I went back down and held my coat over Sienna's head as she unsteadily climbed the stairs. With the door shut on the rainy night behind us, I finally turned on the light.
"Wow," Sienna exclaimed, almost breathless."I didn't know places like this existed..."
Her words reminded me of Deirdre, and I pushed that memory out of my head before I got mad. The living room was decorated with an almost medieval theme, stone floor and walls, exposed wood beams overhead. The light fixtures were a cast-iron LED chandelier hanging from one beam and LED sconces on the walls. No TV, instead a massive fireplace faced by couches, and dark, heavy bookcases lined the walls. I had a feeling that if I checked the titles, I 'd find a LOT of erotica. To our left was a descending staircase, and ahead a dark hallway led off into the rest of the cabin.
"Hey," I said, and Sienna refocused her attention on me instantly.
"Yes." I pulled her to me and kissed her. Hard and deep, her lips moving softly against mine and then parting for my tongue as desire ignited further. My hands roamed over her back and ass and finally she pulled away with a little gasp. "Please, Gary..."
"Please what?"
"Tell me what's next. Make me... Just..." she gestured as she struggled futilely to explain what the lust in her needed.
"You really want what you told me in the car?"
See nodded. "Please. More than anything."
I thought a moment about what I wanted to do next. About what she would want next. I felt rush of power in my head – it didn't matter what she wanted. She wanted to be my property, my toy.
My slave.
It was an odd feeling. I'm usually a giving and responsible partner, and the idea of taking my partners wants and needs out of the equation was a little alien.
And more than a little arousing.
My mind ran to all the ways I could pleasure her. Hurt her. Control her. Pleasure MYSELF with her body.
"Wait here." I carried the bags to the bedroom and momentarily gaped at the room. There was a massive four-post bed along one wall, the posts, head and footboards, and the supports crisscrossing under the canopy studded with attachment points. Straps were laid out on the bed, extending from underneath the mattress, awaiting cuffs. The nightstands and dresser were heavy wood, and the furnishings were as similarly medieval as the living room, cast iron and fur.
I peeked into the bathroom after dropping the bags on the floor. More modern, tile instead of stone, with a deep, wide tub sunk into the floor against the back wall, a large, clear glass shower stall along the right wall, and toilet and vanity to the left. The vanity contained thick towels and washcloths, along with various wipes for after-sex cleanup, basic makeup supplies, and various bottles and faucet attachments for cleaning one's various orifices.
I headed back to the living room, and Sienna smiled when she saw the leather I had in my hand. She knew the routine, and held out her arms for the wrist cuffs, lifted her feet one at a time when I knelt to buckle on the ankle cuffs, and then dropped to her knees before me and lifted her hair so that I could collar her. She stayed down even after I'd clipped the simple leash onto the ring set in the leather, and I took a moment to admire the way she looked on her knees. Then I have the lead a gentle tug. "Stand."
She did so, and looked down, not meeting my eyes, hands clasped behind her back. "Why don't you get undressed."
Sienna shivered, anticipation maybe? One by one she slipped her strappy heels off, then turned her back so I could unzip the dress. She let it fall to the ground in a rustle of thin gold, then reached behind her to undo the strapless bra. Her breasts were barely affected by gravity at all once freed from confinement, high and firm, and she shivered again when I palmed one, felt the hard nipple scrape against my palm.
"Your panties," I stated.
That brought a smile. "You sure you don't want to see how these are different first?" Sienna reached down and tugged at the crotch as if straightening it, and the lace parted to reveal the smooth skin of her feminine mound. "Crotchless. Or as the fancy people say 'ouvert.'"
"Cute. Take them off."
She shimmied them down her legs, kicking off the lacy coil. "I asked Tori to help me shave today," she announced. "I know you like that look better."
I kissed her again and slid one hand down between us to cup between her legs. She sighed into the kiss and then inhaled sharply as my middle finger parted silky wet folds.
"You're wet, See," I said, stepping back.
She looked down. "I have been all day."
I turned her around and used a snaphook to attach her wrist cuffs together behind her back, then turned my attention to building a fire. It was late May, and even though the trees were almost fully green, the nights were still chilly, and this one was no exception. Sienna stood still on the rug by the door, looking meekly at the floor, not moving – presumably because I hadn't told her to.
