A Winter Awakening (6 page)

Ellie had most of her items packed by the time Jacob returned home. She would only be gone a few days, and she didn't have any big social plans while she was there, so it wasn't complicated to figure out what to pack. 

Shorts and Skirts

Tank Tops

Comfortable Sweats

Sun Glasses and Sunscreen

Flip Flops

What more could a girl need? Other than, of course, her husband’s blessings and well wishes. Ellie still couldn't understand why he was so insistent that she remain home. Fortunately, when he walked into the bedroom after his dinner with Sarina, he seemed driven by some unseen force.

"Hey, Handsome. What has you in such a determined mood?"

He marched straight to her and gave her the most tender and passionate kiss he was capable of delivering. He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and pulled her in close to his body. She could feel his arousal through his jeans.

What has him all hot and bothered?
she wondered, but she wasn't about to stop and ask. His rejection of her advances the other night still stung, so she wasn't going to stop him now. He pulled back from her just long enough to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse and pull it down under her breasts, forcing them out of their bra cups. Then he took another step back and drank in the sight of her standing there, nipples exposed for his pleasure.

"Yes," she heard him growl, “I want you, now.” He reached under her skirt and flipped his thumb under the lacy underwear. 

"These are in my way." He kneeled before her, pulled her panties down, and pushed her back onto the bed with one swift motion. She lifted her arms above her head and spread her legs to make room for him at the foot of the bed. 

Ellie let her lungs fill with a deep, slow breath. As she let it out, she took in the sight of her husband, looking at her hungrily. She let the stress of the last few days melt away with another deep breath, and decided to enjoy this connection with him. They could talk about the fight another time. For now, she would surrender to her husband's desires. 

He lifted her right leg and placed her foot on his chest.  He slowly began massaging her foot, her lower leg, letting his eyes ravish every square inch of her exposed body. Jacob always took time to pamper Ellie. Though the desire he felt was palpable, he worshiped her body with his fingers, first one leg, then the other. Each caress relaxed Ellie and awakened her desire. Jacob then prompted her to flip over, and placed one knee on each side of her ass. He took his time working through the muscles in her back and shoulders. As he did, she enjoyed the feeling of his arousal pressing against her. 

He is clearly enjoying the view.
This brought another wave of warmth and arousal to Ellie. She loved to feel desirable to him.

When his tension had built to a breaking point, and he couldn't wait any longer, he lifted himself to his knees, and pried her legs apart. He firmly grabbed her hips and pulled them up and back to him. With her ass in the air and her face in the pillow, he gave her rump a slap and slid into her, filling her with his silky iron hard body. Each moaned with the satisfaction of their union. 

Ellie always submitted to Jacob's desires, and this arrangement usually worked for her. It took her a little time to have the courage to try doggy style. While Jacob loved her sweet and innocent nature, he also had his needs. His care of her and his obvious delight in her body finally gave her enough courage to let him take her while she was in this compromising position. Once she agreed to do it, she couldn't imagine saying no to him again. There was something about having her ass in the air, and fully exposed to him that was primal. She could let go of her inhibitions and enjoy the friction of being thoroughly fucked. 

Jacob was more insatiable tonight than usual, and slammed his cock into her with a vigor that satisfied her at a primal level.

Oh yes. Jacob. Fuck Me. 

Use Me.

Enjoy Me.

Yes.

Fuck Me.

Slam your cock into me.

Harder.

Fuck Me Harder.

Ellie would never say these things out loud. Learning to be fucked hard in this position had awakened a primal need within in her. She kept her fantasies to herself, knowing he loved her as a sweet and innocent woman. Ellie let soft moans escape her during their love making sessions, but never dared to talk dirty.

Jacob continued to pound into her, each thrust bringing more intense sensations to Ellie until she melted into the mattress below her, unable to move a muscle. She could feel Jacob climax behind her. As usual, her climax immediately sent him into his own ecstasy. He lay on top of her and buried his face into the back of her neck, taking in her scent, and relaxing around her. They lay there motionless for minutes, simply enjoying the touch of one another.

Finally, he shifted to one side, and she rolled to face him. "Jacob, what’s gotten into you?" She gave him a peck on the nose. 

Entwined in each other, they drifted into a light sleep.  When Ellie awoke, she knew it was early morning and she still had to finish preparing for her trip. She eased herself from Jacob, still breathing heavily next to her. As she rose from the bed, she kept an eye on him. No need to wake him so that he could watch her pack. No need to wake the sleeping giant of the fight they had had the other night. No need to trudge up the trouble.

She finished packing, placed her bags by the front door, prepared the meals Jacob would need in her absence, finished the dishes, then slowly and gently climbed back into bed. Jacob didn't wake, but rolled toward her and pulled her close to him. In this comfortable and familiar spoon, they both drifted back to sleep. She awoke just before 5:00 AM, turned her alarm off so it wouldn't wake Jacob, got dressed, wrote him a love note, and left the house for the airport. She had a 2 hour drive to get to the airport and a long layover in Salt Lake City before she would make it to Phoenix.

Please let me come back to an understanding husband,
she thought, as she clicked the front door closed behind her.

As the plane touched down at the Phoenix Airport, Ellie realized with horror that she had no idea where she was staying, how she was getting there, or when she was to have a meeting with the attorney, Nick Whats-his-name. This lack of preparation had her somewhat out of sorts.

Her memories of last night also had her a bit flustered.  Jacob had returned home from dinner at Sarina's with a primal desire for her. His vigor had kept her up late. She flushed a little at the memory, as the plane taxied to their gate. 

Her activities to help him stay comfortable and happy in her absence had kept her up even later. After he had collapsed into a satisfied slumber, she prepared meals and froze them for him, complete with a label showing the contents and date he should thaw it. She had also strategically placed love notes throughout the house. An, "I miss you" on his shaving cream.  "You are the best" on his steering wheel. She even got bold and placed a note in his underwear drawer saying, "You are sexy!"

As she gathered her items and disembarked, she thought,
I'll hear the will, enjoy an afternoon of sun, then head back home to my husband. Maybe by the time I get home, he will have forgiven me for whatever it is I did to upset him.
She hoped her notes and meals would do the trick.

Once off the plane, she focused on her present circumstance and was able to make a plan for her time here. She would collect her baggage, look for a taxi, and ask the driver to take her to the nearest mid-range hotel. Then she would find Nick's number (at least she had that!) and call him to arrange a meeting. 

As she entered the baggage claim area she was surprised to see a man in a suit holding a sign with the name 'Helena Willow.' 

"I am Helena Willow Sanderson, err…  Ellie Sanderson, that is," she said to the man.

”Oh, good, ma’am,” he replied. “My name is Henry. I will be taking you to your suite today.” He fell in line after her as she headed to the baggage claim area.  When she noticed her red suitcase coming toward her on the rotating cart, she stepped forward to grab it. At the last moment Henry stepped in front of her and easily lifted it off the cart.

"Will that be all, ma'am?" he inquired.

"Yes, I pack light,” she replied.

She followed him to the curb, and was shocked to watch as he walked directly to a limo and loaded her luggage in the back. He opened the door for her and waited expectantly.

Holy Shit girl, this is the life,
purred Inner Goddess
.
 

Shocked into silence, she climbed in and watched as Mr. Suit-man shut the door, walked around, and climbed into the driver seat. 

Crap.  What is his name?
Ellie thought as she tried to figure out how to address him. The last twenty minutes had been a blur. "Uhhh... sir, I, Uh... don't have a hotel reservation,” she stammered.

"Not to worry, ma'am,” he said as he looked at her in the rear view mirror. "I have instructions to take you to Silver Tower, per Mr. Bennett.”

Ellie gingerly sat in the limo, attempting to make herself as narrow and light as possible, so as not to let her very unsophisticated self rub off on this dream. In the next twenty minutes, she slowly started to relax, but still not enough to actually enjoy the ride. Her ass cheeks were clenched together the entire time, in an attempt to make her imprint just a little smaller. 

What the hell am I doing in a limo?
she mused to herself.

When they arrived at the Silver Towers, a second man-in-a-suit opened the door. The original man-in-a-suit escorted her directly through the lobby (past the check-in counter) and directly to the elevator. 

"I, uhh, don't I need to check in to get a room?" Ellie stammered.

"Ma'am. You will be staying in the penthouse." Man-in-a-suit's eyes twinkled as he spoke.

He is so kind,
Ellie thought.
I can’t believe I don’t remember his name. Did he just say… penthouse? Holy. Fuck.
"I'm,"  Ellie paused, unsure how to proceed, "I'm not sure if you have me confused with someone else. My name is Ellie Sander..."

"I know who you are ma'am,” man-in-a-suit stated with a wink as he pressed the button in the elevator that would lead them to the top floor. Ellie looked down at herself self-consciously. She, surprise-surprise, was dressed in yoga pants, tank top, and cardigan. 

I must look so frumpy,
she thought.

When the door opened, Ellie stepped into most exquisite place she had ever imagined. She was immediately drawn to the wall of windows on the other side of the room. The deep blue sky framed one lone hill, bare of trees and snow, though Ellie could make out some shrubbery.

“Camelback Mountain,” said Henry from behind her.

Ellie chuckled to herself. This was no mountain; hasn’t he been to the Rockies? Ellie leaned closer to the window, trying to see the details of the desert beyond the immediate city. The smooth glass was warm to her touch. Ellie jumped back, surprised at the warmth. This was all so different from Montana: the desert, the warmth, the flat landscape.

Ellie turned away from the window and truly noticed the penthouse for the first time.

A curved furniture piece sat before her; presumably a couch.

“Does anyone ever sit on this thing?” she asked, though she didn’t take the time to look at man-in-a-suit for a reply. Instead, she walked over and gently placed her hand on the beige surface.

I want to get naked and roll around on this.
Ellie blushed and took a quick glance at Henry, hoping he had no idea what she was thinking.

"Let me show you your room ma'am," he said..

When she nodded silently, he actually let out a chuckle, but his eyes were deeply kind, and she knew she had an ally while she was in this strange world.

He led her through the living room, by the kitchen (Ellie was sure that this room alone was bigger than her house) and down a short hall that opened to the master bedroom. Again, Ellie noticed man-in-a-suit kindly smirking at her. She, once again, found the need to intentionally close her jaw. 

"Ma'am, I will place your luggage at the door of the closet so you may unpack. Mr. Bennett has told me he will be here tomorrow at 10:00 AM,” He backed away with a bow, and was in the elevator before Ellie could blink.

Mr. Bennett.

Mr. Bennett.

Who the Hell is Mr. Bennett?

Ellie glanced back to the elevator to be sure she was truly alone. Once convinced that she was, she took off dancing through the penthouse. Well, maybe it was more like jumping and skipping across the marble floors. Master Bathroom, Closet - HUGE - Living Room, Kitchen, Office.  After taking it all in, she headed back to the kitchen and opened a few cupboards. 

Heuhaus Chocolates. Belgium!
Ellie slowly opened the box. 

Oh. My. God. She glanced around the room; just to be sure she was still alone. Then, quickly tucked the box under her arm, and bee-lined it back to the master bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She promptly started the bath, found bubbles from a company she had never even heard of before, dropped her clothes, and slid into the suds, being sure to leave the box of chocolates where she could reach them. She let her eyelids get heavy, and simply enjoyed the warm silky water as it surrounded her. When the water had fully covered her, she reached up with her toes and skillfully turned the faucet off. After a moment, her eyes snapped back open. 

"Shit. I forgot to see if there is wine." She actually said this out loud.

"What is your preference?" boomed a voice from somewhere in the right corner of the room. It was man-in-a-suit-number-two.  

"Fuck." Ellie sank down low in the tub, partly to hide and partly because she was shocked at her own behavior.  

He chuckled, "I'm not familiar with that brand, but I'll send up my best Pinot"

Ellie sank low into the tub. "To hell you will! Can you see me?"

No Answer.

"This is creepy." But her only response was her echo in the room.

Moments later there was a light tap on the door, and a female voice, "Miss, I'm here with your bottle of wine. May I enter?"

Holy Hell. Am I still on Earth?
 

"Why not?" she replied flippantly. With that, a young woman entered with her eyes averted to the floor. She skillfully moved toward the tub, uncorked the wine, poured a glass, and handed it to Ellie.

She waited, eyes averted.

Ellie sat in the tub, suds slowly receding, glass in hand, wondering what in the hell this woman was waiting for.

"Will the wine be to your satisfaction, ma'am?" asked the woman.

Oh, shit. She must want me to do all that... wine shit.  Legs and bouquet and, what else?
Not knowing what else to do, Ellie simply said, "It will be fine," and tried not to blush.

The woman kindly backed out of the room.

Where the Hell am I?
mused Ellie. But, she had a sip of the Pinot, popped a chocolate into her mouth, and let herself relax. 

I could get used to this
, she thought.
Except for the crazy stalker voice.
The wine, the chocolate, and memories of Uncle Emery quickly filled her head. She felt a moment of guilt. Here she was enjoying all these exquisite items and her uncle was gone. But this passed as soon as she realized that he would have wanted her to enjoy it. He always made her happiness one of his priorities. In fact, reflecting on this more objectively, she should have seen this treatment coming. Her uncle would have done nothing less for her. He had been a man that enjoyed indulgences. He had an amazing capacity to live in the moment, enjoying each pleasure as it presented itself. By the time she had finished her soak, she was determined to enjoy this experience, guilt free. It was the best way to honor Uncle Emery.

The following morning, Ellie awoke to the sun streaming in the window of the bedroom. She felt as if she had been sleeping on a cloud, the bed was so damn comfortable. Once awake, she wasn't about to get out of bed. This was an amazing space and she was going to bask in the lazy moment. If only she had room service. Then, she remembered the very creepy voice system that apparently spies on the occupants of the penthouse. As disturbing as it was she decided to give it a whirl. 

"Hel... Hello?" she said timidly.

"How may I be of assistance?" replied the voice.

"This is creepy," replied Ellie. "What if I don't want you to hear me? What if I had... a GUEST for example?" She sat up in bed being sure to pull the covers up with her, as she had made the executive decision to enjoy these very expensive, very high thread count satin sheets in the nude. "Can you see me?" she added as an afterthought.

She heard the voice of man-in-a-suit chuckle at her once again.

"I am here to assist," he replied. "I am not a creepy man.  Open the bedside table. There, you will find a remote. You can use this, or the device mounted just inside all doors. Press the mute button if you don't want to be heard, and no, ma'am, I cannot see you. So, I ask again, how may I be of assistance?"

"One moment." Ellie fumbled over to the bedside table and found the remote. After pressing the mute button, she said "I would like breakfast."

Silence.

"I am a fish."

Silence.

"I'm going to dance around naked in this penthouse."

No chuckle. The mute button must work, she thought. She flipped it on again.

"I would like breakfast. Can you please tell me of a nearby cafe?"

"With all due respect, you don't have time for a cafe. Mr. Bennett will be to your suite momentarily. I'll send up your breakfast." And with that, he was gone.

Mr. Bennett.

Again with Mr. Bennett.

Ellie jumped out of bed, opened the bedroom window to take in the dry desert air, and slid on her yoga pants, a form fitting yoga top. She then went to the bathroom to find a hair tie. No sooner had she twisted her hair into a knot did someone enter the foyer.

Assuming it was her suit man with her breakfast, she skipped out into the living room, "You may just lea..." She froze mid sentence, as the most striking man she had ever seen was standing in the middle of the room. He was dressed in a suit, though his tie had been pulled down enough to allow him to unbutton the top button of his shirt. While he had probably made attempts to tame his full head of hair, it was already beginning to spring out of place.

"Your breakfast?" he asked with amusement.

"I, uh" Ellie glanced at the food. "Well, ummm. It must be," she finally stammered.

How did that get there?
she wondered.

He grabbed each plate, there were two, and placed them on the table. "Join me,” he said.

Ellie glanced down at herself. Frumpy. Again. But, it was too late for that. She followed him to the table and clumsily took the chair he was offering her.