A Week in the Snow (13 page)

He had to tell her, but it didn’t have to be right now, did it?

“Come on,” he said, pulling the keys out of his pocket. “I know a place your camera will love even more than this.”

As they stepped out into the snow and he locked the door behind them, Richard didn’t miss the curious eyes looking at them from the diner across the street. Steve Watts stood in the middle of them, talking, and Richard thought he knew exactly what the man was saying.
 

“This is beyond beautiful,” Rebecca said.

They were standing at the end of one of Iowa’s famous covered bridges. Richard had told her the name of it but she had hardly heard him. She was too interested in the way the afternoon sun shone through the loose slats at the top of the bridge, the way the inside of it seemed to come alive with dancing light. Rebecca was glad she had brought along extra film. She stared at the bridge as she put the new roll into her camera with one hand. The digital camera was in the truck, but for shots like this she preferred to go old school.

She approached the bridge cautiously, gauging the light with every step. Her heart was pounding but her mind was serene, and that was always a good sign that she was in the right place at the right time. The world narrowed to the focus of her viewfinder, and nothing else around her mattered.

Richard watched silently as she worked, unwilling to disturb her concentration and happy to be able to watch her as she moved in her own creative world. It was like watching someone take a shower, or catching someone dancing when they thought no one was looking. She was so lost in the process, so absorbed with the world through her lens, that disturbing her would be tantamount to committing a crime.

Long minutes passed as she snapped one shot after another. Richard looked out over the creek that ran below the bridge and watched the water flow down the centre, gradually chipping away at the ice near the shore. When spring came the creek would be so swollen with runoff from the snows that the bridge would become almost impassable. He picked up a handful of ice with his good hand, gingerly patted it into a ball with his fingertips, and flung it into the water. The tiny splash was satisfying, so he did it again. On the third snowball he looked up to see Rebecca’s camera pointed at him, capturing his every move.

She walked towards him as he threw the next one, sometimes kneeling for a shot, sometimes circling behind him. He let her take the pictures, as many as she wanted, and made a point of not looking at the camera. She cheered him on through a dozen snowballs before she abandoned the pictures and threw her arms around his neck.

“I’m hungry,” she said. “Where are we going to eat?”

Richard thought of the diner in town, and the gossip that was already going strong.

“Want to get some things at the store and take them home?”

“No. We wouldn’t get around to eating food.”

He grinned. “Okay, then…there’s a fantastic restaurant just over the river. You like steak?”

“I love steak.”

“You like wine, too?”

“I’m not that big a drinker.”

“Me, neither.”

“But first…”

Rebecca grinned up at him as she dropped down to her knees and carefully set her camera aside. The blood began to sing in Richard’s head, a song of desire.

“Becca?”

“You’ve been such a good boy,” she teased. “I figured it was time for a little…reward.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. They were on the road where anyone could come along, anyone at all, and Richard realised he really didn’t give a damn. Everybody knew by now, and not a single one of them mattered a whit. This woman on her knees in front of him was the only person whose opinion mattered. Obviously she didn’t mind the whole world seeing her, so who was he to worry?

She opened her mouth and took him in. He was instantly hard and aching. Her tongue was maddening, flickering against his head before pressing against his shaft and rubbing with slow, careful circles. She kept it up until he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. With a sound he could have sworn was a giggle, she started to bob up and down on his dick, sucking hard on the upstroke. She worked him into a near-frenzy of desire before she abruptly pulled away, leaving his cock wet and straining in the cold air.

“That’s a preview,” she said. His hand tightened in her hair and he tried to pull her back on to his dick but she resisted, watching him with feline eyes. He shot back a look of such frustration that she almost took pity on him and let him come.

Almost.

“Don’t move,” she murmured, and reached for the camera.

Richard stood still and let her take those pictures, too. She took shots of his cock from every angle, enjoying the way it moved and twitched as she snapped the pictures, as if it had a mind of its own and wanted to hide from her viewfinder. Richard leant back against the railing and closed his eyes, to better hear the tiny motor in the camera as it took one image after another. Richard had never known what it was like to pose for a sexy picture, but now that his chance was here, he found it even more enjoyable than he thought it would be.

“Can I take pictures of you later?”

“We can take pictures together.” Her voice was nonchalant. “It has a timer.”

The thought of that made him even harder, and Rebecca noticed. She took one more picture then sat for a moment, looking at his dick. Suddenly she leant forward and sucked it into her mouth again, this time driving him deep with one long thrust. She almost gagged on him. She took a deep breath and slid him deeper, until he brushed the back of her throat. The feeling of that made her go all liquid between her thighs, and when Richard put his hand in her hair, she almost forgot what kind of game she was playing. She started to fuck him with her mouth, keeping her lips tight and her tongue moving. He thrust forward then she did gag, but quickly recovered to take him deeper than she had the first time. She started thinking of angles, of lying back on the bed and letting him slide into her mouth, so she could take the whole length of him. She thought about lying back on the bridge and trying the same thing, but just then Richard tightened his fingers in her hair, and the pain of it brought her back to reality.

She gently pushed him away again, and this time his groan of frustration was more than clear.

“Let’s go get dinner,” she said as she rose from her knees and kissed his neck. She was breathing hard, the teasing taking its toll on her, too. His cock was still hard and wet. When she wrapped her hand around it she was gratified by another deep groan. She stroked until his eyes went glassy with need, then she slowed down and let him keep some dignity.

“Rebecca,” he managed, but wasn’t sure what to say after that. Only one word came to mind. “Please.”

“Save it for later,” she said.

“I don’t want to save it for later,” he said. “I want you right now. On the bridge.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I want you here, in front of the whole town. I don’t give a damn who comes along. Let’s give them a good show. I want them to see me fuck you.”

Rebecca’s eyes were bright with a smile that she fought to keep off her lips. “No.”

He sighed, studied her for a moment, and then pulled away. He stuffed his manhood back into his pants and, with a wince that was just as much from the pain in his hand as from frustration, he zipped them up. “You’re a very cruel woman, you know that?”

She was already headed towards the truck when she heard his words. She might be a lot of things, but cruel wasn’t one of them. Didn’t he know that about her by now? She spun and looked him in the eye.

“Do you really want to fuck here?” she asked, walking back towards him. “Because I’m so damn wet, I could let you slide right in, and I swear to God I would come in seconds. Is that what you want? Or do you want to wait until tonight, when I pull out all the toys and do wicked things to you, things you’ve only imagined, and then let you make me come until I can’t breathe, or remember my own name, or think a coherent thought other than…” She pressed her lips to his ear. “Fuck me.”

Richard closed his eyes, hardly able to breathe. “Yes.”

“Wait?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go torture each other,” she whispered, and they headed for the truck.

Chapter Eight

Dinner was indeed torture, as they sat at a little table that allowed their legs to touch and ordered decadent things from a stellar menu: for her the filet mignon with cream and chive sauce, and for him the grilled chicken topped with fruit salsa and grilled pineapples. They ate by lamplight and watched each other over the table, teasing by taking long bites or sucking the juice from a tender slice of meat, dissolving into laughter when the tension got to be too much. She pressed her knee against his and rubbed up and down. That motion alone made him hard again, and now with the pleasure came an ache, the sign of being deprived for a little too long. He shifted in his seat and Rebecca smiled at him with approval.

“I have big plans for tonight,” she told him, as casually as she might have described the weather outside.

“Do you?”

“It involves using several items from your toy box.”

His mind immediately went to the possibilities. His appetite for the food in front of him was nothing compared to his appetite for what she might use from that box. He resisted the urge to beg her to tell him what her plans were, and they finished their meal in silence, their eyes speaking volumes.

Back at the truck, Rebecca slid over the bench seat and buckled herself into the middle, right beside Richard. She laid her head on his shoulder as he drove and whispered into his ear: “When we get back to the house, I want you to go upstairs and get a few ties out of your closet. I’m going to tie you up with them, and then I’m going to have my way with you.”

Richard pressed down harder on the gas pedal and said a silent thanks to the road crews for getting the snow out of the way. They roared down the highway as Rebecca’s hand snaked out of her pocket and found its way to Richard’s crotch, where she squeezed hard enough to make him draw in a sharp, pained breath. “I’m going to do whatever I want to this, and you won’t be able to stop me.”

Richard nodded. “Yes.”

She watched him as the streetlights cast shadows in the cab of the truck. He was so eager for everything, so ready to do whatever she might want, that she wondered anew why he didn’t have a woman in his life until she came along. Three years was a long time to go without, but it was especially long for a man with such a rich, fertile imagination and a sex drive to match. She felt as though she had stumbled on a winning lottery ticket.

They almost skidded into the driveway. Richard didn’t bother to put the truck in the garage. He helped Rebecca out and they both ran up the sidewalk. Richard’s hands fumbled when he tried to open the door so Rebecca took the keys from him and did it herself. Once inside, Richard turned to her but she stopped him with an upraised hand.

“Upstairs,” she reminded him. “Naked, on the bed, with ties.”

He went up the stairs to do as she asked. His heart was thudding already, and his cock was hard—God, had it ever gone down since the blowjob at the bridge? He yanked ties out of his closet, not caring whether they were the good ones or not, and flung them on the bed. He stripped out of his clothes, kicked them into the corner, and lay down on the cool sheets.

He looked up at the corners of the bed, the posts that he had never thought of tying anyone to, or much less being tied to himself. He looked down at his cock, standing just as erect and ready as those bedposts.

When Rebecca’s shadow fell across the bed, he looked up at her. She was naked too, her body almost shimmering in the dim light from the hallway. She leaned over him and took the ties. He raised his hands above his head. As she wrapped the silk around one wrist and made it tight, he lifted his head and licked at the hard nipple right over his mouth. He groaned when she pulled away.

“Not yet,” she said, and turned her attention to his injured hand. She gently wrapped the tie around his wrist and fastened it to the headboard, leaving ample room for him to move for comfort, but not so much that he could get away or touch her without her permission. He smiled at her consideration.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

He watched as she picked up the toy box and placed it on the end of the bed. After a moment of thought, she went to his closet and pulled out one more tie. This one she placed carefully around his head and tied it over his eyes, blindfolding him to what she was about to do.

“Rebecca,” he began, but she cut his words off with her own.

“You’re my fuck toy tonight,” she said. “I’m going to do anything I want to do to you, and if that includes blindfolding you then that’s my choice. You have no say in the matter.”

He lay on the bed, a little stunned by her words but so turned on he wasn’t about to argue. He shifted his hips on the bed, the weight of his cock moving with them, and he let out a long sigh of relief as Rebecca wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him.

“Yes,” he murmured, and then her hand went away. The next thing he felt was the stretching of rubber over his dick, pressing against his balls—the cock ring. Rebecca made it snug on his dick and then stroked him some more, until the throbbing was almost painful.

Rebecca stood back and looked at him. He had no idea how handsome he was there on the bed, with his cock straight up in the air and his hands tied above his head. She considered getting her camera but quickly decided against it. Right now, she had other things in mind.

She pulled the vibrator out of the box and turned it on. Sitting back on the foot of the bed, she started with his feet. The vibrator made him jerk and squirm, but he did an admirable job of holding still. She ran it up his legs, over his hips, down the inside of his thighs. She barely touched his dick with it before she went up to his chest and played with his nipples until they were as hard as hers. Then she turned it off and held it above him, pressed the tip to his lips, and demanded: “Suck.”

To her surprise, Richard immediately opened his mouth and sucked in the tip of the vibrator. She thrust it gently in and out. “Have you ever sucked on a dick?” she asked.