‘This is what you chose?’ Caroline said, setting her bags down on the snow-covered floor.
The place was beautiful, without a doubt, but it was definitely not what Caroline had expected her husband to pick for their getaway. She had been expecting Vegas, California, New York … not Canada. Not that Canada was not nice, again. And even less expected than Canada was the ice hotel she was now standing in, shivering. She glanced down at her brown luggage set, furrowing her brow as she wondered if it was cold enough for her bags to freeze to the floor. Then she brought her eyes back up to the room her husband Victor had rented for a couple of nights’ time. It was definitely a suite. It had just about everything you could expect from just a standard room, the little table with two club chairs, a bed, a chest of drawers – except … it was all carved out of snow and friggin’ ice. A fireplace, unlit, stood in one corner of the room. Caroline approached the bed, sat down on the only non-ice thing she had seen in the place aside from the fireplace – the comforter and pillow set – and was pleasantly surprised to find that the mattress was just an ordinary mattress. She sighed in relief. Victor laughed at her.
‘You didn’t really think they’d make people sleep on a block of ice? That could kill you,’ he said, picking up her discarded bags and moving them to an out-of-the-way corner of the room.
Caroline did not even crack a smile. ‘I didn’t know what to expect.’
Victor crossed his arms over his broad chest – honestly, the first thing Caroline had noticed on him, next to his brilliant green eyes, those five years ago when they had met at a mutual friend’s wedding.
‘You said that we couldn’t mock the other one’s choices, and that I got to pick the hotel,’ he reminded her.
Caroline nodded. It was very true. Those had been her terms. They would be married five years, exactly, come three days from now, but that marriage was … well, on ice. They had tried for children a couple of years back, and somewhere along the way, with all the ovulation sticks, pregnancy tests and fertility-doctor visits, they had grown mute. Once upon a time, they always had something to say to one another, even on a boring day. Used to be, they would miss each other if they went more than a day without being in the same room, and their lovemaking … oh, the lovemaking. But all of that was gone now. They had become comfortable with each other in the worst way, resorting to living like roommates more than husband and wife. They still loved each other, though. Or, at least, that was what this trip was setting out to discover. Could they save their marriage by a simple getaway where they let loose, forgetting their normal, everyday concerns … or would they have to seek professional help? Or worse?
‘I’d pick the hotel, wherever, whatever, and you would pick the kink, so long as it wasn’t borderline illegal. No questions asked, and the other would go along. That was your idea, Caroline,’ Victor reiterated, not moving one muscle to sit beside his wife.
Caroline nodded, pushing the furred hood of her heavy coat off her head to reveal her dark brunette hair. She ran a gloved hand through her locks, shaking them out and down until they fell to their natural length – about midway down her small torso. She smiled up at Victor, nodding again. She stood and moved to wrap her arms about him, as best she could with his broadness and his own heavy blue winter coat not really aiding her.
‘I know. It was just … I decided my kink and I’m just a little worried about doing it here. I’m not sure how sexy it’ll be if my teeth are clattering,’ she laughed.
Victor smiled down at her, his green eyes finding her brown ones. She knew that look, and it was such a relief to see it again. That mischievous glance that was teasing her, having fun with her. It relaxed Caroline instantly to see it, like an old friend, and she tightened her hug.
‘So … what did you choose?’ Victor asked, bending to brush her ear with his lips.
She loved that. She shivered, and not from the cold, and shook her head. She backed away, placing a finger of her glove to his lips.
‘Nu-uh,’ she said, giggling. ‘Remember? It’s a secret until it’s time for us to do it.’
Victor laughed, picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed. He leaned over her – his six and a half feet of height impressive to her five and one inch – covering her completely. He planted a kiss on her lips, deep and full, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like all their marital problems had just poofed into thin air. He pulled back and unzipped her coat just a little so that he could lean in and nibble on her neck. She moaned, her hips grinding up into him.
‘What’s stopping us from doing it now?’ he murmured into her skin.
Oh, wow, was that tempting. Where was this Victor back at home? His voice was deep, guttural, like he would take her now, no matter her protests. And she kind of liked that. But she resisted, no matter how warm her body had suddenly gotten – which was a welcome relief from the cold she was not used to – and gently pushed her husband up.
‘Nope. We made the mutual agreement that we would spend a romantic, non-sexual evening together. Drinks, dinner, fun. And then sex. That was part of the plan,’ she said.
Victor laughed. ‘If it’s leading to sex, how can it be non-sexual?’
Caroline considered that for a moment. Finally, she shrugged.
‘I just mean, no pawing or groping while we’re out. Just kisses, hugs, dancing, talking, wine, song. You know.’
Victor got back to his feet, and, even through the thick denim that he wore, Caroline could see the familiar bulge of his arousal. It pleased her to know that it was not a rush, there was nothing at stake here – well, save their marriage. But they were not going to make love with the agenda of procreation. It was going to happen naturally. At that thought, her eyes flew to her suitcase, and she bit her lip lightly. She really hoped what she had picked for their new kink was not going to be too silly. Nothing killed the mood like being laughed at.
Victor held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. Once he let go, he handed her a pamphlet, and she took it with a brow raised. As she began to unfold it, he ran a hand over his short blond hair – very short, almost shaved – and Caroline vaguely wondered how his head was not freezing.
‘It’s a list of the attractions and stuff they have here. There’s a bar, a slide … all kinds of stuff. Oh, and you can even take the tour and learn more about its construction and stuff. I know you like tours and crap.’
Caroline laughed, and he gave her a questioning look. She shook her head, her eyes flitting back down to the section of the pamphlet about the bar.
‘I want to do stuff we’ll both enjoy. This trip is about us, not you and me separate, you know?’
He wrapped an arm about her shoulders. ‘Yeah. And, what, five minutes in, and we’re doing OK? Right?’
She breathed in deeply, ignoring the fact that frigid temperatures made her nostrils hurt. She leaned her head on his shoulder – or, at least, as close as she could get to his shoulder – and nodded.
‘Yeah. Honestly, I do feel better.’
‘That’s good, right?’
‘I’d like to think so.’
Victor smiled like he had accomplished some grand quest. He pointed towards the door of their room and gently guided her towards it.
‘Then let’s have some fun, shall we?’
Caroline nodded. ‘OK. But let’s hit the bar first … I think I could use something warming.’
Victor nodded. ‘I agree. Of course, we could just go into the spa that’s attached to this room if we get cold tonight.’
He pointed to a darkened doorway that Caroline had somehow managed to miss in her original scan of the room. Her eyes widened.
‘Is that why you told me to pack a bathing suit?’
* * *
Caroline had to admit, the bar was cool, and this time she was not speaking just of the temperature. They both ordered simple alcoholic beverages to begin with, nothing complicated, and marvelled at the bartender mixing them inside square glasses with a circular centre that were made entirely of ice. To the right of the bar was a fireplace, with clear ice benches surrounding it in a square, while secluded corner booths carved into the walls were behind them and to the left. They chose one of the booths.
She slid in first, followed by Victor boxing her in, and they clinked their cubic ice glasses together before downing the beverage within. The burn of the alcohol was warming all the way down to her stomach, and she instantly felt her body relax.
‘So far so good,’ Victor said, setting his glass down.
‘I wish you’d stop doing that,’ Caroline said.
He turned to her. ‘Doing what?’
‘Counting down the fun. Or counting up. Or whatever the hell it is with you always mentioning that we’re doing good.’
‘But we are. I just want this to work. Is that so bad?’
She shook her head. ‘Of course not. But it’s feeling forced. Like you’re afraid I’m going to explode at you or something.’
‘Well, you didn’t seem too happy with the hotel I picked, even though I got the best suite they have here. That was a private spa, by the way.’
She turned to stare at her husband, somewhere between being pleased that he had really worked hard to pick the best of what he wanted for his portion of their deal and being pissed that he was just assuming that she was angry with him. She chose to go with a middle ground – soft annoyance.
‘I’m not angry,’ she huffed. ‘I was just worried about whether my kink would work here or not. Or whether we’d actually get to have sex in this climate. But I am pleased with your choice. It’s really exotic. Nothing like what we usually do.’
‘You mean, our usual fifty-dollar-a-night cheap hotel where you’re left wondering how many prostitutes have slept on the bed before you?’ he chuckled.
She laughed, nodding. ‘Exactly.’
He lifted his empty glass as if toasting. ‘Mission accomplished!’
She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter in check, and didn’t remove it until it was reduced to giggles. She sighed, snuggling up to her husband.
‘Let’s just talk. We haven’t just talked in a while,’ she said.
‘I thought we were talking.’
She looked up at him, about to snap, when she saw that look again. That playful tease that told her that he was just being silly. She smiled and returned his playfulness with a slap across the arm.
‘You know what I mean,’ she said, grin still in place.
He nodded. ‘All right, what do you want to talk about?’
Caroline did not answer, searching her mind. What did she want to talk about? She wanted to avoid the subject of their marriage as much as possible. This was about that, but it was also about getting away from those troubles to see if this trip could fix it. She wanted to think about relaxing things, and, hopefully, what the night would bring for them. She gazed up at the man she had been with for the last five years, and her heart broke a little that she felt as if she had nothing to say to him. What could that mean? Surely nothing good. But Victor smiled down at her.
‘I’ve got an idea,’ he said. ‘Let’s do a survey.’
‘A survey?’ she asked, her voice deadpan.
‘Yeah. Like we did on our first date.’
Caroline’s heart swelled. He remembered that? On their first date, in a nice, cosy Italian restaurant, both had confessed that – away from other people, like the situation they had met in – they were both rather shy. So, to break the ice, Caroline had suggested that they ask each other twenty questions about anything. The other would answer as honestly as possible, no matter what the consequences. They had shaken on it, sealing the deal to be honest with each other for the first time ever. Now, she nodded.
‘OK. Let’s do it. You go first. Are we doing twenty apiece?’
‘Let’s take it slow. Five apiece,’ he said.
Five. She could come up with five, easy. So she nodded, and Victor took a moment to think. Finally, he grinned.
‘What’s the dirtiest fantasy you’ve ever had? And I won’t take offence if it didn’t involve me.’
Caroline blushed. He was really going no-holds-barred.
‘Um, this was supposed to be non-sexual,’ she muttered.
Victor shrugged. ‘Doesn’t matter.’
‘OK, we’re doing our honesty thing, right?’
He held out his hand, and she locked gloves with him and shook. She laughed once, nervously, and continued.
‘A threesome.’
He arched a brow. ‘A threesome? Two girls and one guy, or two guys one girl?’
Victor had always been the brazen one. The first to suggest new things to try in the bedroom, while Caroline had always planned the day-to-day stuff, hence the reason she had chosen to pick the kink to try. New things could be good for character building, she had heard.
‘Both.’ She blushed.
Victor’s eyes widened. ‘I’ll keep that in mind. Your turn.’
‘Well, since you asked a sex question, then I’ll ask one,’ she said as if she had been challenged. ‘Where’s the most daring place you’ve ever come at?’
‘Like, physical place?’
She nodded.
‘OK. I once masturbated in a public restroom stall. Not my proudest moment, but it was kind of exhilarating too.’
The thought of it made a flush of heat run through Caroline’s body, and apparently it showed. Victor smiled at her, pulling her even closer. He leaned down and kissed the lobe of her ear.
‘Wanna go back to the room?’
Caroline fidgeted, and she could feel herself growing ready for him. She had not wanted to rush through the romantic portion of their getaway. But her body was practically itching. She thought for a moment, a single moment, and decided that she wasn’t going to fight instinct. She nodded.
‘Let’s go.’
* * *
They were in the spa adjoining their room, and it was warm. Deliciously warm. A bubbling hot tub stood in the middle, with a carved ice bench, much like the ones that had surrounded the fireplace in the bar, running the length of the left wall. A set of wooden steps led up to the mouth of the tub, and Victor was already inside. Caroline had instructed him to shut his eyes, since she had to change – it was part of the kink. He had smiled and complied.
Now, Caroline ignored her one-piece bathing suit, digging past it in the suitcase to a plastic garment bag, much like the one Halloween costumes are sold in. She checked to make sure Victor’s eyes were still shut, and then slipped out of everything she was wearing – coat, clothes and underwear. Then she opened the bag with a snap, and she watched as Victor’s brow twitched upwards. She was breathing heavily as she withdrew the lacy garment, untangling it so that it dangled in front of her.
It was one piece, going from feet to neck. It slipped on like a full body stocking and was pitch-black lace. She pulled it over her pale flesh, noting how the crotchlessness of it was not as odd to her as she had expected it to be. It had a keyhole cut right over her taut stomach, with the rest of the lacy garment wrapping around her back and covering her breasts. It had a single collar, layered thicker than the rest, that slipped over her head to hold the entire outfit up, but Caroline was not to be satisfied with just that. She reached into the plastic bag and withdrew an item she had purchased separately – a black collar with attached leash. In solid silver letters around the front, it read ‘slave’. She snapped it in place, trailing the chain leash out so that the handle was easily within her husband’s reach. Careful not to yank it to the floor, she posed as best she could, resisting the urge to cover herself. She placed her hands on her hips, holding them there so tightly that it seemed as if they had a mind of their own.
‘I thought we’d try role-playing,’ she said. ‘Open your eyes.’
Victor’s eyes slid open, and, based on the look he swept her body with, she imagined that his member hardened just as fast.
‘Role-playing?’ he asked.
She gestured to the handle of the leash. ‘I’m your slave. I’ll do whatever you say, Master.’
She felt ridiculous. The best she was hoping for at the moment was that Victor would not die of laughter. But her husband took up the handle and tugged it, hard enough to jerk her into the side of the hot tub.
‘Yes, you will,’ he said.
Caroline felt a thrill of electricity run through her body, and she moaned. Victor smiled at her, nodding his head towards the steps.
‘Get in,’ he ordered.
She nodded, but he yanked on her chain, forcing her to fold over the mouth of the tub.
‘Answer me when I speak to you.’
He was really into this, and Caroline grinned. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes.
‘Yes, Master.’
She climbed the steps to the tub and lowered herself gingerly into it. The water was hot, hotter than she had expected, and she had practically no covering on her skin. She hissed at it, but continued to work her way down. When the warmth hit her nether regions, she sighed, pleased at the tingle it gave her. She moved to sit on the inner bench of the tub across from Victor, the chain providing more than enough leeway. Her husband cocked his head to the side.
‘You’ve already got me hard,’ he noted in a voice so gruff that it told Caroline that he had not broken character.
She glanced through the clear water, surprised to find Victor’s familiar Hawaiian-print trunks missing. Instead, a full and erect cock peered up at her, its already ample thickness and length amplified by the water. Caroline’s pussy was growing warmer by the minute, water aside.
‘What shall I do for you, Master?’ she asked, in her best innocent tones.
Victor eyed her for a moment, clearly in debate. Finally, he lay back, switched the handle of her leash from his right hand to his left and wrapped his now free hand around his dick.
‘Touch yourself.’
Caroline hesitated. She was no saint – masturbation was not foreign to her. But putting a hand to her pussy without her husband already inside her was something that she had always felt a little strange about when he was watching. He tugged the chain, bringing her forwards so that he caught her about the neck.
‘Are you disobeying me?’ he demanded.
The growl in his voice made her shiver in all the right places, and she shook her head, playing fearful.
‘No, Master!’
He shoved her back against the other side of the tub. She landed a little harder than necessary, and a flicker of concern crossed her husband’s face. She smiled at him, and he relaxed, slipping back into his role.
‘Then do it.’
She lifted her feet up to rest on either side of him. He grinned, his hand slowly moving up and down his member. She raised a hand and, starting just above her breasts, slid it down her body as slowly as she could. Victor’s lips parted and his breathing grew heavy. His tongue snaked out as she crossed her abdomen, her fingers beginning to slither down to that heavenly bundle of nerves at the top of her opening. The pad of her index finger touched her clitoris, and she moaned, moving the finger slowly in a circle. Victor’s stroking grew faster and harder as he watched.
‘That’s it,’ he gasped. ‘Faster.’
She obeyed, moving the finger faster and faster, feeling her clit tighten as her arousal grew. Her left hand glided up the side of her body, cupped her breast and massaged it. She let her fingers dance across her taut nipple, the texture of the lace an interesting new discovery as she worked her fingers harder and harder on her clit.
‘Finger yourself,’ Victor ordered.
This time, she did not think twice. She moved her hand down and inserted a single finger inside her slit. She fucked herself slowly at first, meanwhile sliding her left hand across one breast to the other.
‘God, yes,’ Victor moaned.
‘Do you like this, Master?’ she whispered.
He nodded, letting go of his cock to cup and rub his balls. He let her fuck herself a while longer, and Caroline felt the heat growing in her body, moving closer and closer to coming. Finally, he took his hands off himself and tugged on the chain.
‘Enough.’
She stopped, sliding the finger out with a gasp. Her hands dropped below the water to grip the bench she sat on. Her legs, still spread either side of her husband, were quaking. Now Victor moved so that he sat out of the tub, his ass balanced on its edge. Caroline noted how his dick broke through the water magnificently as he tugged her forwards.
‘Suck me,’ he said.
Now was time to have a little fun, to see how committed Victor was to his role. Caroline struggled against the leash, trying to sit back upon her bench.
‘But, I can’t possibly fit that whole dick in my mouth,’ she argued.
‘Do it now,’ he said.
But she shook her head, still fighting. Victor huffed, wrapped the chain about his hand once and gave it a mighty tug. She all but flew across the water, and he caught her by the head just as he had before. This time, however, his hand wound itself up in her hair.
‘I said, suck,’ he said, forcing his dick into her mouth.
There was no working up to it. He forced it all the way in to the hilt. She gagged once, unprepared, but he removed it a moment later. He grinned down at her, a light dancing in his eyes.
‘Actually, I have a better idea,’ he said.
Without letting go of the chain, he held her head in both hands and forced his cock back inside her mouth. This time she had been expecting it, so she allowed her tongue to tickle the shaft. He pulled it back out, then repeated the motion, faster and faster, fucking her mouth.
‘Ah, yes, yes!’ he moaned as Caroline got increasingly better at letting her tongue do its work in the short time it had with each thrust.
She realised her hands were unoccupied, and so she reached up to cup and stroke his balls. He groaned, thrusting even harder. Her pussy ached, desperate for relief. She had never seen Victor like this before, so intense … so carnal. He had always been a passionate lover who was good at what he did, but this was something new. He was not just enjoying this role-playing, he was loving it. And that excited Caroline more than she would have ever thought possible. Keeping one hand on his balls, she moved the other down to her slit. However, before she could even begin to give herself any relief, Victor shoved her head back, her mouth so close, but so far away, from the cock she greatly wanted to be sucking. He brushed the head against her lips, but did not let it part them.
‘No, no. I didn’t say you could touch yourself,’ he said.
Her hands flew back up and gripped the bench in front of her.
‘I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know. Please, please let me suck your dick,’ she pleaded.
‘No. That’s twice that you’ve been bad. Only good little slaves get to suck,’ he said.
He moved her back, careful to still keep her close to him, as he sat back down in the water.
She batted her eyes at him. ‘Are you going to punish me?’
‘Yes,’ he said.
She turned and stuck out her ass. They had spanked before, outside role-playing, and it was something she had found she quite enjoyed. So she was ready for it, and her buttocks tensed as she felt her husband caress them.
‘I’ve been bad, Master. Punish me,’ she whispered.
She could almost imagine the wicked grin on Victor’s face.
‘Don’t worry, I will. But I think I’m going to try something new.’
A look of panic crossed Caroline’s features, and she was about to ask him exactly what he meant by that. But, before she could, she felt him move his pinkie finger up the crack of her ass.
‘Just a small one, because you haven’t been horribly bad,’ he said.
Caroline struggled, entirely independent from her character. She tried to get away, but her husband had a tight grip on her hips.
‘No,’ she moaned, but Victor didn’t listen.
He shoved his finger inside her ass, and she clenched at the foreign feeling. He wiggled his finger and she gasped.
‘Please, please … I can’t.’
‘You can, and you will. You’ve been bad,’ he said, moving the pinkie in and out of her. ‘Might as well enjoy me finger-fucking your ass. Maybe you won’t disobey me next time.’
He was moving slowly, but Caroline could feel him picking up momentum. Her ass remained clenched, and a hot blush coloured her from head to toe. He had never played with her ass like this before. The single time before this that they had tried it, she had stopped him at the head of his dick. She just could not take it, feeling his rock-hard cock spreading her ass wide open. But this … this was not entirely unpleasant. Foreign, uncharted and odd, yes … but not bad. She moaned, her body tugging at the grip he still had on her hips. He laughed.
‘You like this, don’t you?’
She nodded, unable to speak. But Victor understood. He wrapped his free arm about her waist and twisted his hand until his rough finger pressed down on her clit. He rubbed at it just as ferociously as his pinkie was now fucking her ass. Caroline moaned, bucking her hips back to meet each thrust.
‘I think I want you to come like this,’ he said, rubbing her clit faster.
The rhythms of his movements were matching and accelerating. Heat was building up in Caroline’s pussy, and it was not going to be long before it exploded to the rest of her body.
‘Yes, Master,’ she moaned, her eyes tightly shut. ‘Fuck my ass. I’m so close!’
‘Yes,’ Victor growled, his grip about her waist vice-like.
She was on the edge now, and was practically screaming with the frustration. Vaguely, she wondered if the other hotel visitors could hear them, fucking away in their private spa. In the end, however, she just did not care. Victor pressed down a little harder on her clit, while still thrusting his pinkie in and out of her asshole. It was too much, and Caroline cried out, the wave of orgasm washing over her body. She collapsed over Victor’s arm, limp. He removed his pinkie while she gasped, and turned her around to face him.
‘Good girl,’ he said.
He reached up and unclasped her collar for just a moment while he slipped the lace up over her head. Then he ran his tongue from her navel to her neck. She moaned, tossing her head back. He pulled down on the chain, hard, and her freshly wet pussy slid over his cock without a hitch. She gasped, feeling so filled, as she fell against his chest. He bit down on her neck, and her hips bucked. He moaned and moved his mouth down to suck one of her breasts. He flicked his tongue across the erect nipple, and Caroline began to sway back and forth on his rock-hard member.
Victor pulled back, gazing up at her. ‘Now, fuck me like a good slave.’
He moved one of her hands down between them, and Caroline knew what he meant. She placed one finger on her sensitive clit, jumping at the touch, and began to ride her husband like she never had before. Victor leaned forwards, kissing and licking each of her breasts in turn, flicking his tongue across her nipples as Caroline rode harder and harder. His dick was hitting all the right places, her clit beginning to grow tight again as she rubbed her finger across it.
‘Yeah, fuck me like that. Good girl,’ Victor groaned, his hands wrapped tightly around her back.
Caroline rode him with all her might, shoving her pussy down as hard as she could with each thrust, gasping and moaning as she did. She was getting close again, and one of Victor’s hands slid up to grasp the nape of her neck.
Her eyes opened – she did not know when she had shut them – and found Victor’s. Suddenly, a new feeling filled her. He gazed up at her, and they held that look. Suddenly, everything was clear. This marriage, them … it was worth saving. She loved Victor with all her might, and she never wanted to let him go. She wondered if he was feeling the same way.
As if reading her thoughts, he leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her collarbone – too chaste for the way she was riding him now. But it was just right, just enough. A moment later, without any warning, her body drove over the edge. She gasped, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock as she forced her hips to keep moving through the orgasm. Victor, using the leash, pulled her forwards and embraced her body. Caroline’s pussy was twitching, convulsing with the pleasure that filled her. A moment later, she heard Victor’s strangled cry of joy, his lips pressed to her neck, as he spilled inside her. Spent, she pulled herself off his dick and sat beside him. For a long while they simply sat there, their gasps the only sound between them. Finally, Victor chuckled.
‘Role-playing,’ he said.
She nodded.
‘Slave girl.’
She nodded again.
‘Can we keep this kink?’
She smiled. ‘If you want.’
He turned, taking both her hands in his. ‘For ever and ever.’
Something told her that the kink was not what he was talking about now. She leaned against him, hugging him tight.
‘For ever and ever,’ she agreed.