Letting herself in, Sherilyn sighed as the cool air from the cabin caressed her hot face. Still in her business suit, she felt grimy and hot beyond belief thanks to her five hour drive from St. Paul to her family’s cabin just north of Big Fells. I knew I should’ve listened and taken the car in for an AC recharge, but I wasn’t expecting the temps to soar into the high nineties – at least not until August. Northern Minnesota shouldn’t be this hot in July. Shutting the door behind her, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. The sun had set nearly an hour ago and without the lights the interior was dark as sin. Sighing, she kicked off her pumps and flipped the switch next to the door, but she got nothing.
Frowning, she moved further into the room to where she remembered a lamp sitting. “Sir? Did you blow a fuse again?” Even as she asked it, she wondered why the air conditioning was working but the lights weren’t.
When she didn’t receive an answer, her heart began to pound. Why the hell isn’t he answering? With her hands as her only guide, she made her way around the couch and headed for where she thought the stairs were. Perhaps he’s upstairs messing with the fuse box and didn’t hear me. Using the rail to make her way up the steps, she felt for the hall light switch. Her fingers found it.
Click-Click. Nothing.
“Shit! Jeff, are you up here?” Anger was starting to replace her apprehension. Her husband had to be the most playful Dom she’d ever met. At times he reminded her of a big kid, just waiting to jump out of the bushes to scare his girl-friend. She wouldn’t put it past him to do that now, but after a long, hot and frustrating drive, she was in no mood to play. All she wanted was a hot shower and a soft bed.
Finding the bedroom door, she pushed it open. She winced as the flickering of the candles on the dresser hurt her eyes. Seeing the turned down bed with restraints hanging from the wrought iron headboard, her breath caught. It reminded her of a recent conversation with Jeff and how she admitted she had fantasized about being tied up and forced into having sex.
“Sweetheart?” Stepping over the threshold, she searched for her absent husband and Master. A frown furrowed her brow as she didn’t see anyone. Walking over to the vanity, she noticed Jeff’s watch and keys. “Where are you? So help me God, Sir, if you jump out from behind the door and scare me, I’ll kill you!”
“How adolescent – I would never dream of stooping to just mere fright. Not when there are so many more interesting things to torment you with.” A low menacing voice came from behind her. Her eyes widened as in the mirror she caught a glimpse of dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and dark clothing. Her panicked mind processed one thing. This was definitely not her blond haired and green-eyed husband! She opened her mouth to scream.
©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
Frowning, she moved further into the room to where she remembered a lamp sitting. “Sir? Did you blow a fuse again?” Even as she asked it, she wondered why the air conditioning was working but the lights weren’t.
When she didn’t receive an answer, her heart began to pound. Why the hell isn’t he answering? With her hands as her only guide, she made her way around the couch and headed for where she thought the stairs were. Perhaps he’s upstairs messing with the fuse box and didn’t hear me. Using the rail to make her way up the steps, she felt for the hall light switch. Her fingers found it.
Click-Click. Nothing.
“Shit! Jeff, are you up here?” Anger was starting to replace her apprehension. Her husband had to be the most playful Dom she’d ever met. At times he reminded her of a big kid, just waiting to jump out of the bushes to scare his girl-friend. She wouldn’t put it past him to do that now, but after a long, hot and frustrating drive, she was in no mood to play. All she wanted was a hot shower and a soft bed.
Finding the bedroom door, she pushed it open. She winced as the flickering of the candles on the dresser hurt her eyes. Seeing the turned down bed with restraints hanging from the wrought iron headboard, her breath caught. It reminded her of a recent conversation with Jeff and how she admitted she had fantasized about being tied up and forced into having sex.
“Sweetheart?” Stepping over the threshold, she searched for her absent husband and Master. A frown furrowed her brow as she didn’t see anyone. Walking over to the vanity, she noticed Jeff’s watch and keys. “Where are you? So help me God, Sir, if you jump out from behind the door and scare me, I’ll kill you!”
“How adolescent – I would never dream of stooping to just mere fright. Not when there are so many more interesting things to torment you with.” A low menacing voice came from behind her. Her eyes widened as in the mirror she caught a glimpse of dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and dark clothing. Her panicked mind processed one thing. This was definitely not her blond haired and green-eyed husband! She opened her mouth to scream.
©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
