The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) (7 page)

“He’s just a guy,” I said, pulling him close. “You would’ve done exactly the same thing if it had been his wife who had been standing there practically naked.”

“No I wouldn’t,” Ben said.

“Yeah, you would,” I smiled. “She’s gorgeous.”

“I didn’t notice,” he said, looking back at the door again, the sound of Jess giggling coming from the other room.

Pulling Ben close towards me again, I looked up into his eyes and said, “Where were we before we got disturbed?” I brushed my hand over his cock hidden beneath his trousers. He had started to feel hard, but now it was soft again. I squeezed it gently in my hand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ben gasped, brushing my hand away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m not having sex with you while those two sit on the other side of the door listening,” he snapped.

“They won’t be listening to us,” I tried to calm him. “They’ll be too busy making noises of their own. Why do you think they’ve come to The Cabin? They’ve come here for the same reason we have.”

“I’m not really interested in why they’ve come to The Cabin,” Ben said, easing me away from him. “I’m not going to have sex with you while they are on the other side of that door.”

Standing in my underwear and placing my hands on my hips, I looked at him and said, “I think you’re secretly pleased that they’ve turned up here.”

“What are you talking about?” Ben said, sitting on the side of the bed.

“It’s given you the perfect excuse not to have sex with me,” I hissed at him.

“Don’t be so ridiculous, and keep your voice down,” he shot back. “They‘ll hear you.”

“By the looks of things, me and you arguing again is all they are going to hear,” I snapped, taking my jeans from where I’d left them on the floor. I pulled them on over my stockings. Then, plucking up a sweater, I threw it on, along with my jacket. I headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Ben asked.

“As far away from you as possible,” I said, pulling open the door and slamming it shut behind me.

I strode across the living room, neither Jack nor Jess even looking up at me as they sat making out with each other on the sofa.

“Unbelievable!” I hissed under my breath, pulling open the front door and storming out into the rain.

Ben

How did Chloe expect me to have sex with her, with that other couple sitting in the other room? She couldn’t be serious. I knew her plans for a romantic night away had been dashed, but was that my fault? I couldn’t be blamed for their intrusion. Everything had been going well until Jack had shown up and started to eat my wife alive with his eyes. Freaking pervert!

Once Chloe had calmed down, she would realise that none of this was my fault. I couldn’t have sex, not with Jack and his wife listening from the other side of the wall. I couldn’t think of anything more off-putting. And how dare he even joke that we could’ve shared the same bed together! What sort of couple did he think we were? We’re better than that – better than them.

With a sudden shot of pain building behind my temple, the last thing I wanted was a headache now. I plucked the backpack from the floor, praying that Chloe had remembered to bring some painkillers with her. Like a drunk looking for that emergency bottle of whiskey he couldn’t quite remember where he’d hidden
it, I searched the rucksack, but couldn’t find any tablets. Kicking the rucksack against the wall in frustration, I loosened my shirt and turned out the light.

Lying back on the giant-sized bed, I closed my eyes, trying to stem the pain before it became all-consuming. I would take just half an hour or so in the darkness. Chloe would have calmed down by then and come back to me. And if she hadn’t, I would go looking for her. As I lay in the pitch black of the room, my mind started to wander to the report that I had to hand in at work. What a joke this whole cabin thing had turned out to be. What a complete and utter waste of time. I could’ve been at home now working on it. How had I ever let Chloe talk me into coming away to this godforsaken place with her?

Chloe

I dashed down the front steps of The Cabin. It was raining harder than I’d imagined. I was still wearing my heels and they stuck in the soaked ground like tent pegs. I didn’t want to turn back now, I’d only just left and I didn’t want to see Ben again – not ever. I’d had enough. Knowing that I wouldn’t get far in my heels, I teetered across the grassy lawn which stretched before The Cabin. Then, to my left, I noticed what looked like another smaller building set amongst the thick black trunks of the trees. Casting my head down, I made my way towards the woods in the pale moonlight which shone from above. The rain drummed against the leaves as I stepped beneath them. Shaking the drips from my hair, I headed through the trees towards the small, squat-looking building. Drawing closer to it, I could see it was, in fact, some kind of small annex to the main building, which was The Cabin. The building looked near derelict with a lopsided roof and cracked stone walls. Ivy climbed up the front of the small building and disappeared over the slate roof. There was a window set into the wall. Cupping my hands against the glass, I peered inside. In the darkness I could just make out the ghostly shapes of furniture. Perhaps there was a chair or two – I couldn’t be sure. 

Next to the window was a small door. I twisted the rusty-looking handle and pushed. To my surprise, the door wailed on an ancient set of hinges as it opened. I snatched a quick glance over my shoulder and stepped inside. I could just make out a small table by the door, and on this was a candle and box of matches. Lighting the candle, I stepped into the small dwelling. Against the far wall was a small fireplace and a white rug had been thrown on the floor before it. I had been right; there were two small armchairs, both of which looked worn, stuffing poking through tears in the fabric. Towards the back of the small room, there was a single bed. I wondered if this wasn’t where the gardener of the grounds maybe stayed when he came to carry out work in the spring and summer months.

The rain beat against the tiny window, and inside the small dwelling I felt snug and warm. I turned to close the door to shut out the wind when I gasped, nearly dropping the candle to the floor. Jack stood in the doorway. Like before, rain dripped from his dark hair and ran down the length of his rugged face. Just as before, his eyes seemed to bore right through me. Even though I was now wearing clothes, he stared at me as if I were half naked again before him.

Stepping into the small room and swinging the door shut behind him, he said, “What are you looking for?”

“Something different,” I whispered, staring straight back at him.

Without saying anything more, gripping hold of me with his strong hands, he shoved me down onto the white rug which covered the floor. I lay on my back as he stood over me.

“What about your wife?” I started.

“Shut up,” he said, pulling open the front of his white shirt.

His chest and stomach beneath it looked like it had been sculpted from marble. It looked hard and well-toned.

“I want to see you in your underwear again,” he said, dropping into one of the threadbare chairs.

“But...” I started.

“Undress,” he cut over me.

Without taking my eyes off his, I lifted my hips from off the floor and slid down my jeans, kicking them free of my ankles. Then arching my back, I pulled off my sweater until I was lying on the floor before Jack in my underwear and stockings.

“If I’m to please you, I need to know where you like to be touched,” he said, almost sternly.

Slowly, I reached up and brushed the flat of my hands over my breasts. I could feel my nipples turning erect beneath the silk fabric of my bra. Sitting back in the armchair as if relaxing, Jack watched me move my hands in slow circular motion over my breasts.

Then taking a cigarette from his shirt pocket, he used the candle to light it. He drew deeply on the cigarette. Blowing smoke through his
nostrils, he looked down at me and said, “Where else do you like to be touched?”

Slowly, I moved my hands down over my stomach. I drew my knees up slightly and parted my legs. With my fingertips just inches from my pussy, I whispered, “I like to be touched here.”

“I said, fucking show me. Don’t tell me,” he said, drawing deeply on his cigarette.

Closing my eyes, I slid my hands between my legs. Using my fingers to hook my panties aside, I slowly began to stroke myself with the first two fingers of my free hand. I was surprised at how wet I already felt. I drew my fingers slowly over my clit, which stood up hard. I pressed the tip of my forefinger over it and made small, gentle, circular movements. I wanted to open my eyes to see if he was still watching me. I wanted to see if he was enjoying the show I was putting on for him.

I opened them a fraction to find him sitting forward in the chair. He had removed his shirt completely now, and had positioned himself in such a way so he could look down between my legs as I stroked myself for him.

“How does that feel?” he asked, pitching out his cigarette beneath the heel of his boot.

“Good,” I whispered, my eyes half open.

“Just good?” he said back. “Make it feel so fucking
good you can’t bear it.”

Closing my eyes fully again, I pressed the ball of my finger more firmly against my clit. I worked my fingers more quickly over myself. I was so wet
now, I was slick from my pussy down to my anus. I felt overwhelmed with an excitable nervousness. Deep inside I knew what I was doing was wrong, but it was that which made me work my fingers faster and faster. I arched my back off the rug and clenched my buttocks together as an excitable pulse built inside of me. The thought of being watched by this stranger made me want to come. It turned me on to know I was being watched by him. I rubbed my finger over my clit faster and harder, until it felt as if my pussy was on fire. With my skin prickling with heat from my head to my toes, I dug my heels into the rug as that feeling of losing all control washed over me. Crying out as I came, I drew my fingers up and down the length of my pussy, pausing to rub my clit, then stroking myself again. I gasped and desperately fought to catch my breath as I trembled and shook all over. As the orgasm began to fade, I felt another building deep inside of me, urged on in the knowledge I was being watched by this man. Before the second orgasm had a chance to take hold of me, I felt a strong pair of hands take hold of mine.

I opened my eyes to see Jack standing over me. He was now naked, and his cock stood out from between his muscular thighs. Without saying anything, he roughly dragged me to my feet. Still trembling from making myself come, I teetered on my high heels as he bent me over the side of the armchair. Making a fist, he grabbed my hair, forcing my face down into the pillow. Bent over with my arse up in the air, I cried out as
he sunk his thick, hard cock into me. At once I started to come. My whole body jerked violently as he slid his cock slowly, but deeply, in and out of me.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” I begged him. “Tell me you are real.”

“You know this is real,” he breathed, pushing himself slowly into me, then pulling himself free again. “It was you who arranged for me and Jess to meet you and your husband at The Cabin tonight. It was you who contacted us via ‘Bed-Swappers’ and asked for us to bring some excitement back into your marriage.”

“Yes,” I groaned as he pushed his cock harder still into me. “Yes.”

Ben

I don’t know how long I’d been asleep for, but when I woke, it wasn’t my head that ached, but my arms. They felt heavy and tired as if I’d been lifting weights. I tried to move them, but they wouldn’t budge. I could hear a rattling noise, like chains being rubbed together. I tried to move my arms again, and it was then I realised my wrists had been handcuffed to the headboard.

“Hey,” I hollered into the total darkness that surrounded me. “Chloe, this isn’t funny, you know. Now stop messing about and unchain...”

“Shhh,” I heard her say from somewhere in the room. “Just take a deep breath and relax.”

“But I told you I can’t relax with that guy and his wife...” I started.

“Shhh...” she came again, her hand pressing gently against my mouth. 

I breathed deeply as my heart began to race. What the hell had gotten into her? I was going to be so pissed at her when she unchained me. It would be me leaving her – not the other way around. She slowly lifted her hand from my lips again.

“C’mon, Chloe...that’s enough fun and games...” I tried to reason with her in the darkness.

Then, feeling my head being lifted from off the pillow, I felt her place something soft like a hanky into my mouth. I gasped, and suddenly felt as if I were going to choke. I bit down on the material and shook my head from side to side.

Enough already
, I wanted to yell at her, but I felt as if I could hardly breathe, let alone speak. I tried to work the cloth, or whatever it was, from my mouth with my tongue. But before I could push it free, Chloe had wrapped a necktie or something around my head to hold it in place. She knotted it at the back, then gently lay my head back against the pillow.