39. Wes

Chapter thirty-nine

Wes

L ayne’s napping on the couch while I finish getting everything ready for tonight. Earlier, I had put out her clothes and hiking boots for the day. When she found them, she raised an eyebrow and chuckled, amused by my thoughtfulness, before grabbing them to change. In the kitchen, I make sure that I have food already prepped, so once tonight’s activities are done, we can just pop it in the oven. If we have the energy to eat, that is. I double check my backpack, ensuring it’s all ready to go. Satisfied that it is, I head to the loft to change clothes.

I stand towering over Layne while she naps, captivated by the tranquility on her face. This is the most serene she has slept in a long time. A part of me hopes that now that Bannister is dead she can let go of the past. As if she can sense I’m near, she stirs and her eyes flutter open. I’m wearing all black, in a long sleeve shirt and snow pants with a black balaclava covering my face. All she can see is my eyes, and the way they burn for her. Layne’s eyes go wide, a smile playing on her face as she sits up.

“Go put your coat on Ma Petite Mort . It’s time we have a little fun.“ I watch as Layne goes over to the coat rack. She slips into her coat and I walk over and zip it up for her. As she is putting on her gloves, I put her beanie on. I open the door guiding her outside, closing the door behind us.

The snow fall from last night has given us a few inches of fresh powder. Although it will impede her ability to run, her resilience ensures that catching her will remain a challenge. “Ready for the rules?” I ask her, pulling her attention back to me.

She nods.

“Stay clear of the river,” I point towards it. “While it may not look like it’s moving, it is under the icy surface. Second, don’t let me catch you so easily. While I know you want my cock inside you, the events leading up to it are going to be…different from way we usually do things. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” She says, no hesitation whatsoever.

“Good, because I’m gonna to test your limits, baby. You’ll be cold and maybe even a little afraid while you’re out there. Give me a safe word, and if you say it, everything stop. Okay?”

“Snowman.” A serious look on her face.

I chuckle, “Snowman it is. I’m giving you a five-minute head start. If I can’t catch you within an hour,” I reach for her watch, setting a timer, “meet me back at the cabin and decide how you’ll get back at me.” My masked face is inches away from hers. “Run, Layne. You better hope I don’t catch you.” My deep growl causes her to flee, her laugh echoing through the trees.

My gaze remained fixed on the direction she sprinted towards, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. The five minutes wind down and with seconds left, the adrenaline hits.. “Three…two…one. Here I come Ma Petite Mort. “ I shout as loud as I can. My strides are steady as I jog into the dense woods, the ground beneath my boots crunches as I go after her. I conserve my energy for when I catch sight of her, so I just keep a moderate pace. Layne’s boots leave a very distinct pattern in the snow. The tracks stop abruptly a few feet ahead. I take in the surrounding area. Continuing forward, a fallen tree on my left catches my attention, marked by clear boot and hand impressions. The sound of crunching from under my boots as I climb over the tree echoes. The snapping sound on my left has me sprinting towards it.

She isn’t far. I can feel it. Time to wind her up a bit, Layne always gives herself away when she panics.

“Oh, Ma Petite Mort ? Where are you? Your husband just wants to play with you.“ I croon. My voice carrying in the expansive forest around me. “The things I’m gonna do to you, baby.”

The hour winds down as I continue to search for her, half and hour has gone by and she has successfully not gotten caught. Good girl . Though she must be getting tired or cold as her tracks are more bunched together. I’m extra careful to not step on branches that will alert her to my position. My tactic pays off because I catch sight of her just ahead of me. I look down and see a decent sized branch, one I know will make a decent amount of noise. I smirk as I step on it, the loud snap reverberates and Layne’s head whips around.

“Shit.” She turns and sprints away.

“Oh, baby. You’re already caught. Save your energy.” I laugh as I full on chase after her. I’m thankful I didn’t start out sprinting like she did.

“You…you…haven’t…caught me…yet.” Her voice shakes from the cold.

I tackle her, spinning us so that I’m the one that lands on the ground with her on top of me. I grunt on impact, the fall not comfortable as I am pretty sure I landed on a rock. But at least Layne didn’t get hurt and thats what matters. I sit us up and hold her with my thighs so she can’t run. Not that she’s fighting me.

She shivers from the cold, making it clear she won’t be trying to run. I slip my backpack off and reach inside for the hand warmers, tearing open the packaging and stuffing them inside her coat to provide some warmth. Once she is no longer shivering, I bring us both to our feet. I take her hand and start leading her back in the direction of the cabin. Layne attempts to pull away from me. So I stop and take out the piece of rope I shoved in my jacket pocket. I show it to her and speak.

“Don’t even think about it, baby. You’re too cold and don’t have enough energy to run. I won. Just take your punishment like a good girl and then I’ll get you in the shower, okay?” I coax her towards the direction of the cabin. It must have knocked some sense into her because she doesn’t fight the pull of my hand.

The clearing for the cabin comes into view and we quicken our pace, because now we’re both freezing. I open the door and Layne strips off her outerwear as soon as she gets inside. Boots go flying and she is down to her long Johns. She stands in front of the fire, which needs to be fed. I’ll do that after I get her set up.

“ Ma Petite Mort ,“ I coo, bringing her attention back over to me. I pull the balaclava off, running my fingers through my sweaty hair. “Time for your punishment…and my reward.”

The coarse rope is weaved around Layne’s naked, supple body in the most intricate of designs. The view of her has my cock aching. I’ve wanted to tie her up like this for so long, and having to suffer through the weeks of planning this little getaway has been torture. Layne’s arms are bound behind her back, and her calves are bound to her thighs. I suspend Layne from the loft and she looks like a fucking masterpiece. Layne trusts me with her body and through the entire process knowing if she wanted to stop, I would.

She hangs at the same height as my hips, easily within my reach. Perfect to fuck her while she is bound. “ Ma Petite Mort , you are so fucking beautiful all bound up for me like this. You’re like a Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped. How do you feel?“ I ask, slipping a finger inside of her pussy to find her wet for me.

“Please, Wes.” She begs.

“Oh, baby,” I chuckle, laughter filling the room. “You know I love it when you beg,” I say with a sly smile.

I walk around to her head. “I thought we’d try something new this time.” From my pocket, I produce a shiny metal anal plug. “Tonight, this perfect ass,” I bring my hand down on her exposed ass, “will be full of my cum.”

I dip the plug inside her soaking wet pussy and tease it in and out. Layne’s moans fill the small cabin. “Please, please…” she whimpers as I continue to tease her. I grab the bottle of lube I set out and drip it over her tight hole. I add a finger and gently stretch her.

“Oh, Wes… holy shit.” She clenches around me and the plug.

“That’s nothing baby. Just wait until it’s my cock in here.” I ease two fingers inside her, feeling her tighten around me. “I know you’re going to make me come so fast with this tight little ass of yours. Fuck, look at you, baby. Such a fucking good little slut for me. Aren’t you, Layne?” I add a third finger inside her, and she gasps, sucking in a breath.

“Yes… Yes, I’m your good little slut.” She says through labored breaths.

I remove the plug and my fingers. Cleaning my hands with some wipes, I coat the plug in lube and tease her ass with the plug. It glides in smoothly, taking the place of my fingers. “Now, my beautiful wife, I’m gonna fuck this tight pussy with that plug in your ass until I’m ready to fuck it.” I pull my long Johns down and thrust my cock inside her waiting pussy. Fucking nirvana.

“Oh, fuck. Wes… I am so full.” Her thighs quiver and fight against the rope as I thrust inside her. The sounds she’s making tell me she is loving every second of this.

I make quick work of getting her as close to orgasm without letting her finish. I want her coming with me when I come inside her. Withdrawing from her pussy, I ease the plug out. I add lube to my cock and her hole, then push just the tip in. I give her a few moments before inching in a little more. Fuck, I need to get a grip or I am going to bust before I am fully inside her. “Ready, Ma Petite Mort ? This is going to be quick. Your tight ass is going to take all my cum, baby.”

“Ahh, yes, Wes…” She moans as I feel her muscles relax around me.

I pull her bound body towards me as I seat myself completely inside her ass. Layne whimpers, so I give her a second to adjust to the sensation of being full like this. Once I feel her relax again, I thrust into her, picking up speed. I strum her clit with my thumb, “Fuck, Layne…are you going to come with me, baby? Damn, it’s so tight.” My breath catches and after a few thrust, I’m close to losing it.

The only response I get out of Layne is a series of moans and curses which make me smile. “My dirty fucking girl likes when her husband fucks her ass like this? All tied up, to be used as he pleases?” Layne’s ass tightens around my cock, making it harder for me to pull out. I continue playing with her clit, feeling her whole body tense.

She screams “Wes,” as her orgasm breaks. I slam my hips into her, chasing my release, the sound of skin on skin filling the cabin.

I grunt a few times as I come, filling her full of my cum. Her ass grips my cock like a vice and I withdraw from her. Layne’s body goes slack against the ropes, fucked to the point of exhaustion. The clock overhead reads twelve in the morning. I hover over her face and place a kiss on her lips. “Merry Christmas, Layne.”