Grey and I cautiously make our way to the entrance of the brick cottage, and I take a moment to scan the area before he knocks on the door. A smaller cliff looms over the cabin like a protective fortress, shielding it from intruders and ensuring the only entrance and exit are through the forest on the other side. In front of the house is an old, mossy stone staircase leading down to a ledge where old tables and chairs have been scattered, the force of the wind leaving them overturned. To guard against any potential falls, a railing has been set up between the cliff and the stairs. However, it has still maintained its dreamlike, fairytale ambiance.
“No one is answering,” Grey says out loud, his words carried by the wind, and I glance back at him, utterly mesmerized by this beautiful cottage.
“Maybe we should just go in?”
It’s a question of uncertainty, but Grey nods and tries to push the handle down. By applying pressure to the door with his shoulder, Grey eventually pushes it open, revealing the hidden interior.
“Hello?”
We cautiously walk around the cabin, searching for signs of life or anything out of the ordinary. The cottage is mostly bare, with only a few pieces of furniture scattered around, and the darkness is so thick that not even the faintest glimmer of light is visible. There’s only one light source in the room: the dimming daylight from outside. The smell of old wood fills the air as we walk, and the wooden floor creaks. Directly to the right of the door is a small kitchen with a gas stove, but no refrigerator or freezer. The kitchen doesn’t have an oven, just a furnace and a broken table in the middle of the room.
“Is anyone here?” I raise my voice in a plea for an answer, but all I sense is silence.
The cabin has a spacious room that is not very spacious, and an old, dirty sofa is situated in the corner. There is nothing more than that.
“We can take shelter here and think of a plan to get out of the wall.”
A kitchen and a small living room are the only rooms in the cottage, along with a bedroom with a single bed that is in disrepair but still functional.
“Grey?”
“Yeah, little doll?”
Those words that once evoked such intense emotions of rage and animosity within me now make me feel secure, as I have him by my side.
“What if we die out here? I mean, we don’t have any food or water.”
My only thought when I decided to escape was to get out as soon as possible, and now that I’m out, I’m not sure how we’ll proceed.
With determined strides, Grey lifts me and brings me over to the bed before gently placing me down. I feel the dirt and dust coating my clothes, but I couldn’t care less because at least he is here.
“I don’t care if we die. At least I will die with you by my side, and that is all that matters.”
Something inside me becomes clogged up as he speaks, and I nod in agreement.
“Before you, I had no plans for the future because, frankly, I didn’t think I would survive. But then you came, and I’ll be entirely content if I get to die by your side. It’d be an honor.”
At the same time, he presses his lips against mine with such strong tenderness that my heart races, and I feel something in my chest that I’m not sure I’m ready to accept. It’s an intense feeling that feels like knives in the stomach, but I welcome the pain and focus on the present. On him.
“Now, let me worship your body before our lives are turned upside down again.”
My body reacts with a shiver of anticipation as he grasps my neck firmly and kisses me down my neck in a soft, yet desperate manner. It’s freezing cold inside the cottage, and neither of us removes our clothes entirely. His hand finds its way under my dress, palming my bare breasts as he gently kneads my nipple, causing my lips to tremble and whimpers to escape my mouth. At this point, I’m buckling my hips in desperate need of his attention, and he spends just as much time on my other nipple.
“Patience, little doll,” he smirks as his hand slowly trails down toward my thighs, gently tucking them below my knees.
Even though I’m wearing black cotton panties, I can feel his cock instantly thicken as his eyes ceaselessly flit across my body. My stomach churns with anticipation as he looks like a predator waiting to feast on his prey, causing me to drip with arousal. I lay still for him, letting him tease my body as he removes his pants and boxers, stroking his cock glistening with pre-cum. I have the sudden urge to lick it up, but I understand this is a moment he needs. He gets off on being in control, on causing pain, and I need to be the submissive one, needing the pain he causes as if it’s an anchor that keeps me afloat.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he whispers in my ears, and that act alone causes goosebumps to skitter across my skin.
The world outside disappears as he finds my clit, gently rubbing it while prying my legs open with his knees. His fingers trace the contours of my folds before they eventually enter me, and at that moment, all my anxieties and fears seem to dissipate and drift away in this single moment.
He fulfills his promise, and worships my body with kisses and fingers, as if this is the last time we will do something like this.
Fuck, I hope it’s not.
While his thumb swirls across the edge of my clit and his two other fingers find where my G-spot resides, I erupt with a loud moan that echoes deep inside my chest. With his beautiful sapphire eyes, he drinks me like wine, eyes full of intensity and lust. Just as I’m about to come all over his fingers, he pulls away, giving me a teasing smirk as if amused. In exasperation, I let out a loud groan. And then I feel his cock prodding my entrance, teasing me even more, and my body shivers from the contact.
“Just fuck me already,” I grunt, unable to keep still any longer.
