A Touch of Winter (A Short Story) Read Online Free

line down her stomach with his prize find from the spice cupboard.
    She twitched, ready to react in case it was something painful, but stopped. 'It’s cold. Wet. Not dripping or anything. Just feels odd.' He moved it closer to her face to where she could smell it. 'Is that peppermint?'
    'Mint oil. I had promised you ginger but this is better.' Yes, she remembered where he had promised to put the ginger root if she didn’t keep enough food on her fridge.
    Abbie twisted away from him, but he put his hand on her belly to hold her still. 'How does it feel?'
    She stilled, concentrating on sensation. 'Cold. Not bad.' After a few moments when he rubbed it on her thighs, she added, 'Maybe a bit boring.'
    He pushed her free foot up, so that he had access to her pussy. 'So pretty,' he said, and rubbed a couple of drops over it. She jerked. 'Oh, that feels hot.'
    'Good, what else?' He rubbed it gently on her clitoris.
    'Burning. Itchy.' She was panting, her hips moving, trying to twist away. 'Hot and cold together. It makes me—'
    'Yes?' He kept stroking.
    'It makes me wet.'
    He couldn’t resist bending down to kiss her. 'Good girl. You’re learning.'
    As a reward, he stroked the white feather up and down her body until she was moaning and muttering, 'So soft. Tickles. Oh, please, do that again.'
    He allowed her to wallow in the feather’s touch for a few minutes longer, then took it away.
    He flipped her over. 'And now a bit of punishment.' He shoved a cushion under her hips, raising her rounded bottom to the perfect height. 'You’re going to get six. Talk to me, tell me what it feels and what is on your mind.'
    'You bastard.' He tapped gently for a few minutes until she relaxed, then he struck smartly.
    She jerked. 'Ow! What was that?'
    'A shoe horn. Like it?'
    'No. It hurts.' She turned her face into the couch, preparing to take the other five. He struck again. 'Fuck! That hurts. It stings.'
    'Too much? You know that you have your safe word.'
    She put her head down again. 'I can take another one or two. I’m not giving up yet.'
    He tapped a few times, waiting for the perfect moment, then smacked down sharply. She reared up, flinching against the shoehorn.
    'Talk to me. Tell me how it feels or I’ll keep going.'
    'Bastard. It hurts. Burns.'
    He rubbed the board red line soothingly. She arched against his hand. 'Keep talking.'
    'I like that. Your hand is cool. Gentle.'
    'Keep talking.' He stuck again, admiring the way the shoe horn bounced against her rosy buttocks. His cock, already stiff, hardened even more. He couldn’t keep this up much longer. But this was too important to cut short.
    'AHH!' She gasped a few times, trying to get her breath back. 'So hard. Stings. Too much.'
    'Do you want to stop? Say the word.
    She considered, then shook her head. 'Do it quickly. Waiting is the hardest part.'
    Five. 'OW!' She jerked, yanking back against the makeshift bonds. 'Like fire. Finish it, please.'
    He struck one last time. She buried her face in the couch and went limp.
    'Good girl.' He stroked her back. 'Now tell me why you ran.'
    'I couldn’t bear to watch you with Paloma.' Her voice was muffled. 'I know that I’m going to lose you. But I can’t share you with someone else.'
    He spun her around so that he could see her face. Her eyes were damp, but her expression was clear and unflinching.
    'Idiot. You’re never going to lose me.'
    She shook her head. 'That’s what you say now, but what if you change your mind? I can’t do casual. I can’t be the woman who scratches your itch when you’re in New York and doesn’t see you again for weeks. I want …'
    'What do you want, Abbie?' Jack held his breath, waiting for her answer.
    'You. I want you, Jack. I love you.'
     
    * * *
     
    There, she had said it and she had never felt so exposed. She loved Jack, wanted him in a way that she would never want anyone else. But a year of trying to keep a relationship afloat when he lived in LA and she lived in New York had taken its