For a winter night, it was remarkably clear. The stars were glistening diamonds in the deep blue sky. The light wind blew tufts of snow from the bare tree limbs onto the headstones below. Damien and Chloe walked slowly hand in hand throughout the small roads of the cemetery, admiring the frozen tombstones and mausoleums. There silence was interrupted by the cracking of icy grass and gravel under their feet. She followed his lead down a winding, slope of a road, halting at a raised grave. Chloe sat on the cement housing, reciting the wording on the top.
Damien stepped closer, in between her spread legs. He slowly leaned down to rest his arms on her shoulders as she recited the information about the man who had been a founder of city. As Chloe looked up after reading, she came nose to nose with her master. Holding her face on his hands, he kissed her gently, one lip at a time. He slowly touched their lips again, letting her tongue enter his mouth; their tongues dancing the velvet tango. He ran his chilled hands down her taut abdomen and under her shirt, touching his cold fingers leaving a glacial trail down her stomach and sides. Her shiver of response made Damien let out a low, throaty chuckle.
"Shh, my little slave kitten. Stay quiet now." He smiled and leaned into another deep kiss, emphasizing the move with a nibble on her lower lip. Chloe chose the adventure this time. Master and she had walked from downtown to the graveyard, one of Chloe's favorite places to be. It was exceptionally special with her Master with her. She thought it a great joy that he let her bring her to this site.
Damien stepped closer, leaning into each kiss with passion. Chloe could feel his long, black leather trench-coat emanating cold and seeping through her clothing. Her black jeans and hoodie was no match for this New England weather. Even the thick black scarf around her neck couldn't keep the frigid temperature from violating her.
