Chapter 6

The fire in the stone hearth crackled, a rhythmic popping that seemed to synchronize with the heavy thud of my own heart. Outside, the mountain wind howled against the thick glass of the lodge, a lonely, wild sound that only served to deepen the isolation of this private room. We were miles from anywhere, tucked away in the cedar and pine silence, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of our sweat, the sharp tang of sex, and the lingering aroma of woodsmoke. I lay sprawled across the plush velvet of the deep couch, my legs hanging off the edge, one foot kicking idly at the air as I caught my breath. The heat from the fire washed over my exposed back, but the real warmth radiating from my skin came from him, looming over me like a benevolent, dominant god. He hadn’t let me stand up. He hadn’t let me compose myself. After that first round, where he had stretched me out with his large, thick hand, making me gasp and shiver as he pushed his fingers deep into my tight, unused canal, I was still slick with anticipation. My ass cheeks were spread wide by his