She woke lazily, not even opening her eyes. Enjoying its warmth, she pulled the bearskin closer around her naked body. The soft fur tickled her skin, and she curled up tighter to savor its blissful embrace. She was just slipping off to sleep again when there was a muffled thud, and her eyes sprang open. She remembered that she had not fallen asleep alone in the bearskin, and she came fully awake. He was gone.
Ana looked around the cabin. Everything was rough-hewn and completely earthly; like the hewn oak logs and bag of down on which her bearskin lay. The door was open, the sunlight shining brightly, and throwing comparative darkness around the rest of the room. She blinked her eyes several times, and realized that it was not so bright; it just seemed so to her unaccustomed eyes. It was, in fact, drizzling; a faint mist floating down from the heavens.
The young woman glanced about the room, taking in the wood floor strewn haphazardly with rugs and animal skins, the rough logs and stones that made up the walls and supported the grassy roof. It was a real-life Nordic house that she new he had made with his own hands. A fire cackled merrily on the hearth opposite the bed, guarded by two chairs and an amazingly comfortable sofa. A table strewn with papers also resided in the room, but humbly stayed in its corner. On the other side of the room was the kitchen, made mostly of large, polished stones set on each other; and the windows that offered expansive views of the tree-clad hills and lake they protected.
There was another thud, and she realized he was outside splitting wood. Her clothes lay strewn about the room, mixed with his. The door was letting in a cold draft, and she wanted to close it. His flannel shirt lay on the end-table, so she slipped out of the bearskin and threw it over her shoulders, before walking quickly to the door. After that, she would make him a nice breakfast for when he came back in.
She peeked out in to the falling mist, and saw him very close at hand. He was only wearing a pair of jeans, and some slippers. He swung the axe over his head single-handedly, and she saw his muscles twist under his wet skin. A faint steam rose from his body, as a consequence of his efforts and the cold air. He grasped the axe-handle in both hands and brought it crashing down on a helpless log, splintering it into two pieces. Ana felt a shiver run down her back as she saw his muscles contort under his taught skin. Oblivious to his audience he twisted the axe, and it came loose from this striking log, and bent to pick up another faggot. Up-ending the piece of wood, he stepped back to strike again, his breath coming out in a cloud of vapor. He deftly flicked the axe over his shoulder, and then smashed it down on the chopping block. A splinter flew away to be lost in the fog.
Ana stared entranced. She watched his broad shoulders moving with each strike, and his hands snatching up the logs and leaving them exactly where he wanted them. She traced the path of a droplet of rain running down his neck and then down his chest, before it was dashed away by another stroke. She shivered again, and felt the coarse fabric of his shirt rubbing against her hard nipples. She was about to turn away when he looked up.
She stared into his clear eyes a second and she noticed a smile creeping into the corners of his mouth. He stooped and snatched up half a dozen cut pieces of wood in his arm, before he took the few steps that separated them. He stopped and looked down at her. She was about to say something in greeting, when he grabbed the collar of his shirt that hung about her shoulders, and pulled her close. The wood he held in his other arm pressed into her shoulder, but she only had mind for the kiss he planted on her lips, opening her mouth to let his tongue in to play with hers.
Suddenly he broke away, and walked into the house to deposit the wood by the fire. Ana stayed in the doorway, and hugged herself, smelling him in the warmth that rose from the shirt she was wearing. He walked back to her, and slipped his left hand behind her neck, to pull her face up so he could kiss her, while his right hand snuck under the shirt and caressed her stomach and thighs. She reached up to embrace him, but he quickly grabbed her arms and forced them to her back. She understood, and kept them there, while he pushed her back up against the door jamb, and stuck both of his hands under the shirt to plunder the sensation of her soft skin. He cupped her breasts, and stared to roll them up and down. His hands were rough from the wood-chopping, and she arched her back trying to feel more of him. He started to play with her right nipple, then pushed her face aside with his and began to kiss his way down her jaw line, her neck, the top of her shoulder, and back up to her ear. She was breathing quite fast, and pushed her pelvis forward to rub against his. His right hand snuck down from her breasts, over her stomach, to her hips and then down in between her legs. His fingers traced the lips of her pussy, and a gasp escaped her.
His fingers traced her pussy lips again, but with a little more pressure. And then a third time, but this time she parted. He pressed down again, riding all the length of her slit. She so much wanted to touch him, to play with his hair, feel his skin. But, she knew that she couldn't. He had put her hands behind her because he wanted them there, and she would obey. A small moan escaped her as he slipped his finger into her wet pussy. She forgot about her hands, and her world reduced to the sensation of him touching her.
Just as suddenly as before, however, he broke away again. She stared up at him in frustration, but could still feel his finger in her cunt. She closed her eyes, and dropped her head. Then he pulled on her pussy with his finger, quite gently, but very firmly. She pushed her pelvis forward, following his command. "Come, my kitten," he said, and started pulling her into the room. With his free hand, he flicked the door shut, and the room turned the color of firelight dancing on the walls.
He brought her close to the fire, and then she realized she was a bit cold from standing outside. The fire's warmth was welcome, and so were the soft rugs under her bare feet. He still had his finger in her pussy, and she could feel some of her juices starting to foray downwards. He stopped in front of one of the chairs and took a towel from it, and handed it to her. She unfolded it, knowing he wanted her to dry his rain and sweat soaked shoulders. Just as she reached out, he slipped another finger in her cunt and she had to stop and grab on to his arm. As she ran the towel over his skin, he slowly played with her pussy, wiggling his fingers, slipping them deeper or pulling them out. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sensations that were coming from between her legs, and concentrate on drying him. But, soon she was beginning to feel weak, and her breathing was short and sometimes caught in her throat.
He stopped rubbing her pussy, and took the towel away from her. She continued to stand, with her eyes closed and her head bowed, trying to recover herself. He leaned forward, and said softly, "kneel."
"Yes, Master," she whispered and slipped down at his feet. She bowed her head and stared at his slippers.
"Hands," he said, and she raised them so he could take them in his. He placed them on his belt buckle, and she began to unfasten it. She new what was coming next, and really wanted to please him. She loved him so much, and couldn't wait to feel his ecstasy when she wrapped her lips around his cock.
But, when she had undone his pants and slipped them to the ground, he gave her no such instruction; rather turned away, stepping out of his trousers and leaving her kneeling on the floor. He walked over to the box where he kept his special toys, saying,
"On all fours, my kitten. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours."
She put her hands on the ground in front of her, raising her behind, wondering what this was about. Her hair fell all around her head, so she couldn't see what he extracted from the box, but only hear his footsteps as he returned.
He sat down next to her, and started to knead her thighs and back with his hands. Then, one of his hands slid around and cupped one of her dangling breasts. His other hand caressed her bottom, and then in between her legs until it touched her pussy. Vaguely she wondered what he had brought from the box, but then he shoved two fingers in her cunt and she lost interest in anything but the feel of those fingers. He toyed with her until she could no longer control her breathing, and she was moaning quite loudly.
When she started pushing her ass against his hand, trying to get more of him in her, he pulled out his fingers, and inserted them from the front. Now, they rubbed up close and intimately with her clit, eliciting sparkling showers of pleasure to run up her body. With his other hand, he grabbed her about the shoulders, put his mouth close to her ear and whispered in his deep voice,
"You're such a sexy little kitten. So beautiful, so hot. Everyone wants to fuck you. Everyone wants to have you. But, you are only mine, aren't you, Kitten?"
"Yes, Master," she gasped.
"You're so adorable, and lovely, and such a nice little kitten, aren't you?"
The sound of his voice was making her melt, but combined with his fingers fucking her insistently, she could feel she was starting to loose control of her body. "Yes, Master," she managed.
"Such a good girl deserves a treat. What do you want?"
She hesitated. She could still remember when this was embarrassing for her, but she was way beyond that. He continued to whisper,
"A good little girl would beg for what she wants."
"Please," she managed to get out with her labored breathing, "please, Master, fuck me, please." Her mind was so lost in the sensation of his fingers on her clit, the smell from his arm, and his voice in her ear that it was surprising she managed to speak at all. "Please, fuck me, I'm begging, please..."
Suddenly he lifted her bodily off the floor, and pushed her over on her back, so she landed back on the carpet. He fell on top of her an instant later and quickly slipped his entire length into her. She arched her back as the sensation filled her pussy, and he started thrusting deep inside. He forced her arms down against the ground, and she started to spasm as the waves of her orgasm washed over her, drowning her in ecstasy.
Her master wasn't going to let her go that easily, however. She wasn't fully recovered when he pulled out and stood up. She saw his engorged member throbbing in the air above her, and realized he had not cum with her. She sat up quickly, wondering how he would take his pleasure from her, and remembering that he had not used whatever he took from the box. She saw the fire in his eyes, and worried that maybe he had taken out the crop.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. He was no longer gentle. He roughly pulled his shirt from her shoulders and threw it away.
"Hands!" he barked, and she extended them timidly. She made sure her head was bowed, not wanting to cause him displeasure.
