Maryland – Winter

Brianna holds onto the headboard while her husband fucks her from behind, making her ass ripple in waves. The sound of their loud sex echoes off the walls of their home, the sharp crack of Alan’s hand on Brianna’s ass causing her to release a pent-up moan.

“Right there!” she cries out, whipping long hair over one shoulder to look at him with desperation. “Don’t stop! One more, baby! Please!” Brianna moans as his sturdy hand lands on the other ass cheek, Alan gripping her shoulders as he fucks harder.

She can hardly think, feeling Alan pull her upright as he keeps a steady rhythm. His arm slips around her neck, arching her back and hauling her close. Alan’s face is next to hers when he grips her breast. “Cum for me, you easy slut,” he grits, slapping her ample bust in quick succession.

“Alan!” she lets out, reaching for his arm. “Stop! Let go!” Brianna falls forward as Alan releases her, their hot sex abruptly ending. She attempts to catch her breath, sliding forward on the bed.

“What?” he asks, slumping down on the sheets with some surprise as he watches Brie, his chest heaving. “What did I do?”

Brie collects herself, pushing disheveled strawberry hair away from her face. Her brow presses together, focused on Alan. “Why…why did you do that?” She watches him shrug, shaking her head as she remembers what he said. “And what did you call me?” The look on Alan’s face isn’t reassuring in the least, his bumbling for words ending with a hand to his mouth as he looks around the dim bedroom. Another shrug follows.

Brianna slumps off the bed, snatching up the pajamas she was wearing before Alan slinked over to her side in the middle of the night.

Gathering herself in the bathroom, she keeps the door closed, still tingling from what Alan did to her physically and mentally. Her heart rate increases, forcing Brie to exhale as she steadies herself with the bathroom counter.

Brie looks up, the woman she sees appearing drastically different from the lovely, fair-skinned, up-and-coming lady that she always projected herself to be. Something has surfaced, a thought she can’t ignore, things unspoken that she’s convinced must come from a voice that is not her own. Brie knows that she’s not just lying to herself. That’s because the voice is not her own, but rather a man’s. 

***

One Week Later

An afternoon of Maryland snow falls on Brianna’s car as she drives along a two-lane highway east of the Chesapeake. With few travelers in either direction, she carries on alone under graying skies.

Only a few hours from home, she isn’t escaping or running away from her life or Alan, but rather acting on an impulse that she admits is an act of desperation. Given her circumstances, though, what other options does she have?

Her conversation with Chelsea yesterday replays in her mind, ensuring she checked all the right boxes for an ironclad alibi.

---

“I feel the same as I did last summer,” Brie comments, taking a drink of wine as she stands in Chelsea’s kitchen.

Chelsea adjusts against the counter, her nearly empty wine in hand. “Other than the sex, has there been anything else he’s done? Do you know who she is?”

A lump forms in Brie’s throat as she takes another drink, the wine instantly seeming more bitter than sweet from Chelsea’s last question. Brie nods. “I do. I think I do. I…” She shakes away the doubt, feeling a deep and unfulfilled pang of dissatisfaction clawing for escape. But now isn’t the time. She looks to Chelsea. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Name it.”

“Tomorrow. I’m going to take a small trip and…try to find what I need. It’s on the east side, so it’s a bit of a drive.” Brie’s eyes find Chelsea’s. “Will you cover for me? I’m going to let Alan know that I need some time, so I’m telling him that I’m staying with you tomorrow night and into the next day, just in case something happens. I’m…not convinced, Chels. I have to know. I’m desperate.” 

Chelsea’s curious expression is a bit more sober than before. “In case something happens? Where are you going?”

Brie taps her wedding ring on the wine glass, finding Chelsea’s eyes after an awkward pause. Her answer is a confession against what she knows Chelsea doesn’t want to hear. “Palemaiden.”

Chelsea studies Brie’s face. She suddenly seems less secure, vulnerable. The words finally manifest. “It seems you need some time to face yourself more than Alan at this point, Brie.”

---

Two lanes become one, Brianna’s tires making fresh tracks in the wet, gathering snow.

Up ahead is an old colonial estate hiding in the tall trees far from Maryland’s cities and towns. The afternoon light does little to reflect 18th century charm, any previous occupants seeming absent for decades. Originally known as Crimson Hall, legends have ensured the name for what it is now known – Palemaiden.

Few lights glow from somewhere inside, the frosted windows making it seem somehow inviting.

Brianna steps out of the car, looking up at the estate while the cold wind seeps into her long coat. Pushing a curled bang aside, she walks up to the front door and stops short. She stares at the handle, the only sound being the wind at her back that offers a gentle nudge forward. Somewhere between the cold rush and her own volition, Brianna reaches for the knob before it turns by itself, the door opened by a well-dressed footman waiting inside a warm, inviting foyer.

“Madam,” the footman offers with a smile, gesturing for her to enter.

Brie nods, forcing herself to take a deep breath and enter. ‘Walk,’ she tells herself. ‘Keep walking.’

There must be forty, fifty gusts at Palemaiden. All of them are wealthy, enjoying a wonderful winter party in a warm, comfortable, and graceful estate. There are waiters and fine music, laughter and clinks of glassware, a long-anticipated evening in Maryland if there ever was one.

Brianna’s heart pounds in her chest, pulling her coat close as she slowly veers her way through the guests who seem to overlook her existence. Without acknowledgement, the loneliness she brought from her marriage causing her to be empty inside feels little need to be polite.

If Brie can believe what she sees, what his power can do before her own eyes, then how can she doubt what he says?

Brianna approaches a set of heavy doors, every ounce of her small stature required to push one side open. She enters, leaving the door ajar to find herself in a dimly lit dining hall, a resting place for Palemaiden’s guests after the drinks have run their course.

She walks with reservation, the fireplace shining its light through chandeliers and crystal drinkware. More snow falls, the sounds of gusts muffled from beyond the heavy oak. Brie takes in the silence, though her heart ceases to calm.

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The sudden pitch causes Brie to look with mild alarm in the sound’s direction, seeing a well-dressed and handsome man standing in a shadow of the hearth.

Her eyes find his, the man’s calm demeanor doing nothing to stop the brief tingle in her thighs. She won’t look away from him. She can’t.

His voice is as smooth as his face is handsome, his choice of words perfect. “Are you afraid?” He leans against the stone, flicking a lighter in one hand.

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Brie takes a shaky breath before mustering the confidence. “No.”

The man doesn’t move, the firelight reflecting from his shiny shoes. “Do you know who I am?”

Brie swallows and nods, walking along the perfectly set dinner table, thick snow lining the tall windows. “I do.” She touches one chair, then another, not finding it required to look at him while she speaks. “You’re Caspian.” She finally looks to him. “Am I right?”

He nods, watching her.

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She holds onto the high back chair at the table’s end. “I want to ask you…I need to ask you something. I –”

“You want to know if it’s true,” Caspian interrupts, taking a few steps into the light. “About what they did.”

A moment passes, Brie slightly relieved by Caspian’s handsome features, his confident posture. “Did you do it?” Brie’s breathing is less confident than her words. “How many? Maidens, that is. How many were there?”

Caspian exhales through the nose, eyes narrowing as he leans against an empty chair intended for no one. He remains an arm’s length from Brie. Being this close, he can sense her perfume, almost able to taste the paleness of her skin that’s as soft as falling snow.

Chanel. Expectation. Youth.

His words are confident, same as his eyes. Caspian’s voice is somehow soothing, yet dangerous. “I know you’re looking for something, Brie. And it’s not about what the girls did. So…tell me. There’s no request too great that I haven’t heard.”

A calmness casts over Brie. It’s as if he passed right through her. She’s no longer nervous, but aware. Brie can feel Caspian against her skin. She adjusts her stance, feet touching. “You have the power to force others to make a decision,” she states, hands clasping on top of the chair. She looks to Caspian. “I need you to persuade either my husband or the woman he’s sleeping with to admit that they’re having an affair.”

There. She gave him what he wanted.

Caspian watches her face, the sudden end to her statement creating his window of opportunity. “But?”

“But,” she hesitantly resumes, “I won’t end my marriage. I just need to know. I just…can’t lose face. There’s too much at stake for me.”

“You want someone to confess.”

“I need to know. I have to confront either my husband or her, but I have to do it right. I’m afraid that if I confront one over the other, then they’ll just deny me. I need to know which one to confront and put an end to my misery. I can feel that an affair is going on behind my back, and, as well as I’ve kept everything in the dark for this long, I have to know which one I can confront so I know I’m not the only one.”

“You’re suffering.”

Caspian’s description is a bit extreme, but accurate. Although he stands three feet away, she feels as if a hand is on her shoulder, easing the tension without providing the release she desperately needs. Brie stands upright, unable to hide the frustration. “I’m miserable.” She absorbs the silence between them, Caspian’s eyes lingering over her. “Can you help me?”

A cold, silent space exists. “I can.”

“And you’ll do this? For me? You’ll force a confession?”

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“I can’t force anyone to do anything,” he dismissively replies. Seeing Brianna about to question him, he stops her short. “This isn’t influence or persuasion, Brianna. There’s no decision I can force anyone to make.” He steps lightly, pacing around Brie as she watches him, his motions deliberate. “You’ve come to me looking for answers, but this isn’t about truth. It’s about convictions. Your convictions.” Caspian passes near, taking in the faint layer of expensive perfume. He examines her face and neck, her chest and composure. “You need convincing?” His eyes find hers, his voice calm. “I can do that.”

When Caspian reaches out and touches Brianna’s arm, she shudders, the air seeming colder as a chill runs along her arm and neck, through her chest and waist. She doesn’t push him away, but rather challenges his claim. “You don’t know anything about me that needs convincing.”

With his hand on Brie’s arm, he steps closer though she tries to look away. “Not about Ethan?” The rapid look she gives Caspian confirms all that he needs to know.

“I don’t know anyone named Ethan,” she lies. The name churns a slow burn from deep within, her nipples erect from more than the chill as her pulse races.

“I believe Ethan knows who you are, love.”

The pet name causes her heart to sink. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” Brie attempts to steady herself, feeling Caspian massage her arm. His hold is possessive, the touch eerily reassuring.

Caspian reaches into his suit, removing a photograph before placing it face down on the table. Releasing Brie, he paces to the fireplace, watching the flames before turning on his heel.

Brie looks at the overturned photograph, using manicured nails to slide it towards herself. “What’s this?”

“I can show you,” Caspian begins, “the most intimate thing Alan and Vanessa have done while you weren’t around.” He watches her. “Do you want that?”

Brie’s fingers remain on the picture, her breathing heavier. “I’m,” she attempts, the words catching in her throat. “I’m not sure it’s what I would like, but –”

“I know what you would like,” he interrupts. “Do you want me to show you?”

Brie takes hold of the photograph and turns it over – it’s blank. With a quick look at Caspian as he watches her every move, her confusion shows. “There’s nothing there.”

“Yes, there is.” Caspian raises an eyebrow, his focus on Brie – not the image. “There’s more. So much more.” One step closer. “You’re denying it.”

A mental image flashes in Brie’s mind, one of Alan and Vanessa tearing off each other’s clothes. She shakes her head. “Stop it.”

“I haven’t done anything.”

Another mental image, one of Vanessa’s perfect tits falling out as Alan tosses her bra to the side, the two of them locked together with bare chests. “I know it’s you.”

“I don’t think Alan has it in him.”

“You don’t know Alan.”

His voice is a whisper. “I know you, Brianna.” In silence, Caspian has moved directly behind Brie, his lips inches from the back of her strawberry blonde hair. “Tell me you wouldn’t give in to such depravity. Say the words. What’s the one thing you told yourself you’ve always wanted, convincing yourself that no one would ever ask?”

Brie’s breathing is thin as she tries to not think about the vulgar videos she watches while Alan isn’t around. She can feel the veracity with which she rubs herself to an uncontrollable climax in the dark. It’s no longer a solo act.   

“You think you’re being lied to, Brianna. But what are the lies that you tell yourself? Accepting it will end your misery.” Caspian’s hands slip around Brie’s waist from behind, feeling her hips press into him as he silently breathes deep, his eyes flowing over her hair.

His sensation causes Brie’s hips to twitch, the touch on her stomach feeling too right.

“Somebody was very popular in high school, weren’t they? Brianna Jenkins. Better known as ‘Blowjob’ amongst the popular boys, was it?”

Brianna’s heart pounds, remembering the moments leading up to her being crowned prom queen. Her eyes remain fixed on the crystalware. The memories replay in her mind, one of the many instances of her cheeks hollowing as she vigorously sucked, their hands on her naked body as they took turns. Brie eagerly accepted every cock behind a gas station, in the back of a truck, or in a hot tub with his friends. She forces herself to stop thinking about it, her words rehearsed. “Those were just rumors.”

“And these,” Caspian continues, placing an envelope on the table. “I guess these were just rumors, too.”

Brie reaches for the envelope and opens it as Caspian slides a hand down her back and over her hips before walking toward the darkening windows. She pulls out a set of old pictures, causing her stomach to twist.

Every image, ten or more, are memories that Brie told herself she would never mention, especially not after meeting her husband. Her voice is hardly audible. “Where did you get these?” Still, she can’t look away as she flips through each one.

Brianna’s college years come flooding back on every image: Kneeling naked with her eyes closed as guys jerk off on her face; her expression while getting fucked hard from behind; the double thumbs up blowjob; Brie’s face buried in another girl’s pussy; the gangbang; a hot mouthful of cum; laying naked across five dressed guys a couch; a topless picture of herself smiling with ‘slut’ written on her chest in permanent marker; flanked by two guys while dressed as a sexy nurse for Halloween – and the memory of mounting their big cocks that followed.

The images are tossed across the table, knocking over wine glasses and disturbing the silverware. Brie snatches up the picture that Caspian gave her – still blank. She turns to Caspian and holds up the blank picture, her patience waning. “You said that you’d show me!”

“You’d like that, Brianna? For me to show you what you want?”

Her steps toward Caspian begin defiant, then uncertain, her hand gripping the picture as the mental image of Alan tit fucking Vanessa manifests with the vigorous jerking of her body as she kneels and smiles up at him, causing Brie to shut her eyes. Mixed feelings of anger and pleasure surface. When she opens her brown eyes, Caspian is next to her, his hand smoothing along her neck and chest. Her heart leaps, somehow feeling Caspian’s bare hands in the back of her pants, his wrists sliding under the elastic band of her thong as an invisible touch massages her soft ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks aside. “Fuck,” she whispers as her hips buck, gently leaning into Caspian and clutching the blank picture. “Caspian…”

The degrading images that Brie cast across the table have vanished just as fast as she remembered them, like a ghost of fantasies that she once told herself were dead. No more sneaking around with her roommate’s boyfriend. No more drunken showers with guys at house parties. Brie’s promiscuous life ended when she graduated from college and met Alan, a good and honest man who helped Brie get the administrative job she always wanted – albeit at the University of Maryland.

Before long, Brie is lost in the haze of her past before realizing that she’s holding onto Caspian. There’s a feeling of him embracing and stroking her hair while the unseen hands continue their work on her ass, causing her hips to push against him when she feels a light spanking. Her cheeks spread to reveal a tension that has never eased.

Never. He never caught on. What would he think of her? Do short, pretty women with glittering smiles do those things? His questions would stray beyond reasonable, her answers unable to fully satisfy either of them. Who would he tell?

Her high school days, those wild college nights, the way she’s secretly enjoying the sensation slipping around the front of her panties – they would label her a slut in spades. Her squeaky clean reputation would be ruined, the image of her flawless makeup smeared, the shame from their murmurs alone causing Brie more anxiety than the acts themselves.

Everyone likes her. Everyone. Their acceptance? Gone. Her story would shift from one of grace to sleazy depravity overnight, this night, the nights she drank away.

Brie slightly widens her stance, moaning against Caspian’s shoulder as unseen fingers trace the outline of small panties leading along her crotch.

The burn in Brie’s hips suddenly ends when a cold wind races through the hall, the heavy door slamming shut. Nearly leaping from Caspian’s arms, she looks to the windows as a growing tinkling sound continuously taps away.

Her heart races from the excitement. The unseen. The unknown.

“What’s that sound?” she asks, looking to the windows.

Caspian’s reply offers no comfort. “Ice.”

“Shit!” Brie turns and runs to the heavy doors, straining to open even one. She sprints down the hall, the sitting rooms void of the voices and guests from when she first arrived. No clinking of flutes and no elegant strings, just the sound of Brie’s heavy footsteps as she runs down the hall and out the entrance.

It’s dark. The ice falls in heavy sheets. Sharp, frozen shards sting her face and neck as she squints against the pain.

“No!” she lets out, attempting to grip the car handle that’s currently encapsulated by a layer of ice. “Son of a fucking bitch!”

She pulls harder, but the handle is frozen solid, the sting of piercing ice blasting against her skin becoming too much. Brie panics, turning back towards the estate for instinctual safety.

Inside, she shuts the heavy front door, leaning against it as warmth melts the ice on her face and coat.

At the end of the long corridor is an ominous reminder – the heavy oak leading back into the great hall. And in that hall…is Caspian. Alone, she feels a small comfort easing down on her shoulders.

‘It’s ok,’ the comfort says. ‘Stay.’

There’s Caspian, sitting at the head of the banquet table, casually moving the silverware to perfect alignment. He doesn’t divert his attention when she returns. “Brianna.”

“It’s ice,” she says with exasperation. “Everything is ice.”

Palemaiden’s power goes out, the candles casting a warm glow.

“Don’t be alarmed,” he mentions, finally looking to her. “The ice does that. An old house, you know.”

“I have to go home.”

“You’ll stay,” he calmly replies. “You told Chelsea as much.”

“Chelsea…” Brie reaches for her phone. With only a small percentage of power remaining, she attempts to call before seeing the ominous SOS sign. “Damnit!” she shouts, walking around the room in an attempt to find a lifeline. After trying every window, every spot, Brie lets out a pulse of frustration. With her head back, she’s defeated as her phone eventually dies.

“Brianna,” he says, gently rising from the chair. He holds a key in his hand, extending it her way. “There’s no need to worry, madam. Here. There’s enough room for all of us.”

Brie looks to the key, her eyes flicking to Caspian’s. “I’m not staying here with you.”

“I’m not asking you to.” He gestures with the key. “I’ve saved this room for you, for this moment. There’s only one key.” He watches her pretty face, the slight hesitation. “Unless you’d rather lie by the fire.”

---

Down the hallway, Brie follows Caspian to her room by the gray light of the storm, tall candles glowing from within her elegant chamber. She stops at the door, looking to Caspian as he extends the key to her. “Your suite,” he says with a smirk. Brie enters the room, turning to see Caspian waiting at the entrance. “I can’t intrude, love. But I’ll hear if you should think of anything.”

The chill of Brie’s room doesn’t hit her until the door latches and locks, the dim glow of candles casting shadows of a large bed and dressing mirrors, a polished vanity, and tall armoire. Bourgeois taste does nothing for Brie’s nerves as she goes to the window, attempting to look through the ice framing a dark and frozen landscape.

A thin sheet of ice finally seals her in, the outside world a blur against the wind.

With her phone drained and her nerves worn, Brie triple-checks the lock, even trying to peer underneath the door to see if any light shines through. It’s solid oak and 18th-century iron. Nothing is coming through that door unless she allows it. A locked cellar door is the only other way in.

It’s difficult, but Brie removes her coat and socks, slipping into bed and pulling the heavy sheets over her clothed body. A chair is propped against the door, just in case, convincing herself that she’ll never get to sleep, not after her words with Caspian.

Her mind wanders in the candle’s glow, the tinkling of ice against a window wooing her away.

‘Brianna…’

Darkness and exhaustion win, Brie feeling the sensation of floating over the guests at Palemaiden Manor. The party resumes as music plays and the fun carries on, laughter and cheers filling the halls.

Brie approaches a set of double doors that open by themselves as she approaches. Inside is a group of men gathered around, suits and tuxedos crowding around something in the center of the room.

“Right there, honey. Fucking suck it,” one of them comments, the sounds of zippers being undone and pants falling to the floor accompanying their crudeness.

Brie sees herself kneeling in the circle of men. Completely naked, she eagerly sucks on his cock as she looks into his eyes, both hands gripping stiff cocks while attempting to coordinate between sucking and jerking.

Another cock slips out, Brie instantly swapping one cock for the next.

“Eyes up, baby. Look at me, honey.” Brie holds herself sturdy as he fucks her mouth, tears forming in her eyes as she gags. Pulling back, she dives onto another cock, a stream of spit and cum mixing on her chin.

Another cock erupts on Brie’s face while she sucks, more cum slipping down her cheek and across her nose, landing on her tits and joining other drops of cum that have already begun pooling on the plush carpet.

Someone spanks her ass, one cheek at a time, causing Brie to moan with a cock in her mouth. Her pussy drips, eager for a touch. She’ll settle for a tease.

More cock. More cum. More swallowing.

Brie spreads her legs as she feels someone kneel behind her, the tip of a hard cock slipping against her wet pussy.

“Someone’s eager tonight,” one of the men says, Brie nodding as she gags on another cock.

Across from the group of men sits Caspian in a leather chair, one leg over the other. Half amused, he judges Brie as she gives into the euphoria of being the center of attention, knowing she’s grateful for receiving Caspian’s permission.

Sucking hard, another hot load lands on her tits. Caspian rises from the chair and walks to the door she left open.

He slams the door shut, jolting Brie from her sleep.

She sits up in the bed, looking at the window while ice continues to accumulate. It’s colder than before, but the warmth in her sheets has Brie’s nipples standing on end against her clothes, the shaky breath more from excitement than fear.

There’s a familiar ache deep in her hips, one that she would be happy to satisfy under any other circumstances. When Brie finally remembers where she is, she looks to the chair safely wedged against the door, the key remaining on the nightstand.

Slowly, attentively, Brie slides the covers back over her body. With the blankets up to her face, she tries her best to sleep, though she knows it may never come.

Brie floats through her room, down into the cellar, amongst echoes of men’s voices. The cellar is hot and damp, an acrid aroma of charcoal and sulfur permeating the stone walls.

Three women are kneeling naked, one of them Brie between two other beautiful souls. Their nipples are clamped and pulled up by chains, their arms held back by the same bar tying them all together in a line. They try to adjust, their voices muffled by ring gags.

It’s dark and difficult to see, but the men all carry one device or another, the paddle spankings for all three women having begun. There are hands on their tits and asses, cocks pressed against their cheeks or ring gags too small to let in more than the tips of their cocks as they jerk.

Brie adores the sounds of pleasure coming from the other naked ladies, the way their ankle restraints clink casting an exciting chill to run through her body. As she accepts the spankings, Brie presents more of her ass while moaning as the men play with the chains attached to her nipples.

The other women cry out from their ring gags. “More!” and “Harder!” while Brie tries to shout, “Caspian!”

She does her best to swallow the first load slipping past the ring gag, feeling men cum on her neck and tits as they please. Her pussy drips while she looks up and watches Capsian pull out his thick cock. Brie’s body shivers from the cold, feeling Capsian rub his warm cock on her face. He unlatches the ring gag from behind her head, Brie knowing full well that she’ll suck him without provocation.

The ring gag slips off before a cold wind blows, the heavy cellar door slamming shut to bring Brie back to consciousness. 

Brie may be alone in the bed, but something within her wishes that she wasn’t. The ache between her legs is too much to be a terribly timed hallucination. She reaches up, squeezing a clothed tit in an attempt to ease the ache. It does little to help.

She knows that she shouldn’t, but she reaches between her legs and applies pressure against her clothes, holding it between clamped legs. Brie tries to calm her racing heart. Her eyes are closed, her lips pressed together before letting out a breath she didn’t know was confined.

The night continues, as does the storm, Brie finding some comfort and feeling a little more at home in the warm sheets.

***

Palemaiden is frigid this morning. Brie walks through the dark halls, finding a warm fire calling her into a large study.

The fireplace burns, illuminating the bookshelves and statues, tables, and tall windows which remain dark with a predawn morning and layers of ice.

The silence is broken by Caspian returning a book to its shelf, selecting another before flipping through the first few pages. “Sleep well, Brianna?” he asks without looking up.

It’s strange, but Brie is oddly relieved to hear Caspian’s voice. Not because she likes the man, but because she doesn’t think she could tolerate being alone in such a cold, lonely place.

Brie nods, hands in her coat pockets for warmth. “Yes, thank you.” She walks slowly as if to not disturb him, the fire offering light and comfort. Her shoes sink into the plush carpet, clicking on the tile as she approaches the hearth. Looking up, the picture that Caspian had shown her yesterday lies face down on the mantle. With a quick glance at Caspian, who’s still examining his book, she reaches for the picture and turns it over.

Blank. She sets it back down.

Caspian holds a book in his hand, flipping idly as he strolls toward Brie. “Any dreams last night? Nothing to cause you any distress, I hope.”

Brie tilts her head as if having to think about his question before shaking her head. “No. No dreams.” She turns to face the fire, glancing toward the blank picture. “You still haven’t shown me yet. It’s morning. I’m leaving today, car or no car.”
Caspian nods, leaning against the fireplace. “I understand. And no, I haven’t ended your misery yet.” He gives her a pressed lip smile. “Would you like me to give you what it is that you really came here for?”

“Yes.” Her reply is less cordial, a little more demanding given the situation and risk that she’s put herself through.

“You still haven’t told me, Brianna.” He walks behind her, a hand sliding across her lower back. He watches her eyes as she turns her head to watch him. His touch feels familiar, safe. “I’ll show you what you’ve come for. Every young lady keeps a secret or two, a sense of something going unfulfilled. The one thing she told herself that she’d never give in to.” Caspian stands close to Brie, his hand sliding along her waist. “You want to see Alan and Vanessa together,” he says, an image passing through Brie’s mind of Alan fucking Vanessa from behind as she cries out his name. She swallows, crossing her arms as she watches the fire burn. “But you’re not convinced just yet.”

Brie shakes her head. When Caspian slips from her, she feels a questionable emptiness. There’s a desire to prove that she may not be so innocent, that the reason for seeing Alan and Vanessa together may justify the things that she’s done, the things that she can’t stop thinking about.

Caspian’s words from last night echo in her mind: ‘I don’t think Alan has it in him.’

No. Alan may not…

“My Love,” Caspian begins, reading a page from the old book he carries while strolling around the room. “I can’t wait to see you again, the kiss we shared in the park has been burning on my lips since the moment we parted…”

Brie’s brow presses together, her heart leaping. Those words. She knows those words.

Caspian flips the page. “My Love,” he states again. “You’re such a tease. How could you say those things to me in public and expect me not to go crazy over you?”

Brie takes a few steps towards Caspian, her words shaky. “Where did you get those…”

He flips a few pages. “My Love. Last night was the best night of my life. Never in a million years did I think I would ever get as close to a beautiful woman such as you.”

“Caspian,” she begins, reaching for the book as he walks away, evading her reaching arms.

“My Love. Please tell me that you’re ok. I haven’t heard from you in over a week, and I’m beginning to worry. Please tell me that he doesn’t know.”

“Give it to me!” she shouts, finally snatching the old book from Caspian’s hands. She thumbs through the book, the old words of some unknown story droning on page after page.

No letters.

“So, you do know an Ethan,” Caspian states, watching Brie flip through the pages before she casts it aside. “And I’m guessing Alan never did find out, did he? Which is a good thing since he’s Alan’s best friend and…let me think…the best man at your wedding, wasn’t he?”

“Shut the FUCK UP!” she shouts, hands sliding through her long hair in an attempt to regain composure. “You know nothing about anything. This is just a trick. These are lies.”

“And you’re satisfied after pushing Ethan away? I’m guessing the reasons are the same as to why you did the same to your husband?”

She shakes her head, a hand through her hair as a nervous habit. “No. With Ethan, I…put that situation behind me. I’ve moved on.” She thinks of Alan and what it would do to him if he ever found out. Running to Ethan was an instinctual act of emotional survival, Alan’s loss of interest in Brie was something that made her feel dead and nauseous.

Brie’s phone dings from somewhere in the room. She quickly looks around, patting her pockets before seeing Caspian hold it up to thumb through her messages.

“Someone’s trying to get a hold of you. It looks important.” Caspian scrolls.

Brie rounds the banquet table, doing her best to snatch the phone from Caspian.

@Alan: Where are you?

@Alan: I tried calling. Are you ok?

“Oh no,” Brie says, reaching for her phone as Caspian keeps her at bay.

@Alan: Chelsea called and said that you are at her place?

@Alan: I’m at Chelsea’s, but your car isn’t here!? What’s going on?

Brie’s body shudders, her heart pounding as her attempts to reclaim her phone are hopeless. The rush of blood causes her vision to blur, feeling as though she’s about to pass out.

@Alan: Chelsea is upset. Something about you going to ask about Vanessa? What about Vanessa?

The messages fly by on the screen when she finally snatches the phone away from him, attempting to find the bottom. “No…no, no, no…”

@Alan: Brie. What the FUCK is going on!? Chelsea just told me about you and Ethan! What the ever-loving FUCK!?

@Alan: I’m leaving Chelsea’s.

@Alan: I want a divorce.

@Alan: Don’t try coming home, you fucking whore! There’s nothing there for you anymore!

@Alan, @Alan, @Alan…

Brie’s screen goes blank, and the phone dies. Fear melts into anger. “What did you do!?”

“I haven’t done anything, love.”

Losing control, Brie throws her phone across the room, hearing it tumble as she brings trembling hands to her face. Walking in circles, her chest heaving, Brie mumbles private thoughts, only to sense them escape shaken and incoherent. Across the room, Brie’s phone lights up again. She runs to it, seeing that there are no new messages. No threats from Alan. Nothing about Ethan or divorce. Then it dies.

She looks to Caspian. “Please,” she begs. “Tell me it’s not real. I’ll do anything, Caspian. Just don’t let it be real. Tell me it isn’t real.”

Caspian watches her, his demeanor calm and controlled. His reply is simple, yet reassuring. “Alan doesn’t know.”

Exhaustion floods over Brie, a brief cry of relief echoing down from the tall ceilings.

A moment passes, Brie walking to the fireplace to pick up the picture to find it blank once again. With the picture clutched in her fist, she forfeits and shakes it at Caspian. “What is it!? What do you want from me!?”

Her anger comes with a squeeze of pressure, roaming along her thighs as the sensation slides around her hips, gripping her ass. An unexpected moan escapes Brie, her eyes half open as they darken. She looks to Caspian while he watches her body melt against the invisible touch. She instinctively adjusts her stance, the squeeze returning to her cheeks as it gently plays and pulls on her soft skin.

Brie looks to Caspian with parted lips as if trying to find the right words. Her hips shift, the squeeze massaging her cheeks. “I’ll get what I want,” she mutters, her eyes on Caspian’s as he walks over and caresses her face. Her pupils dilate. “I’ll show you if you show me.”

With that, Brie turns and leaves Caspian in the study, making her way through long halls as the squeeze on her hips and thighs continues. She’s nearly in a frenzy as she begins removing her clothes, letting out a moan as the squeeze pushes against her panties. “Oh, fuck,” she lets out, having to wait a moment before removing her sweater and bra in the cold, pushing down her pants and kicking them aside.

A rush flows over Brie, the sensation of hands sliding and feeling all over her body, making her blood hot.

Her heart races. Her breath hitches. The warm bed welcomes Brie’s return as she climbs over the heavy sheets on hands and knees. With her face down, she pushes a hand into her panties and rubs her aching clit in circles, moaning and squirming on the bed as her mind is consumed with the image of Alan and Veronica having hot sex in her own home.

In her mind, Veronica wears Brie’s lingerie while Alan fucks her sideways, Veronica hanging onto him as he fucks her on Brie’s side of the bed.

“Oh, shit!” she moans, her eyes closed. “Thank you,” she moans, continuing to rub. “Thank you for showing me!”

The images flash, Brie’s pussy soaked as she rubs harder. She sees Alan fucking Veronica’s mouth, spanking her ass while she moans behind a ball gag, stripped naked and sucking him in Brie’s car before swallowing every drop.

Brie lets out a smile as she imagines Vanessa giving him road head, the burn unable to be extinguished. “Mmm, suck it, slut!” She tries to catch her breath. “Caspian!” she shouts. “Show me!” She rubs faster. “Show me more!”

Caspian silently slips into Brie’s room, stripping down as he sees her ass up, a hand in her panties. He doesn’t say a word as he mounts the bed with a stiff cock, sliding behind Brie.

She can’t seem to stop rubbing, the satisfaction dimming by the second as the burn shifts deeper in her hips. “Oh, fuck,” she moans. Caspian announces his presence by peeling off her panties. “Take them off. Please, show me.”

It isn’t Caspian’s voice that answers, but Ethan's. “Don’t worry, baby,” it says. “I’ll show you everything.”

A brief gasp comes from Brie as she feels his hands parting her cheeks, the sensation of hot spit sliding down her ass and over her dripping pussy. The tip of his stiff cock presses against her ass, causing her hips to buck. Her hands grip the sheets. With a flip of her hair, Brie looks back to see Caspian’s strong body arching over her. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you? Are you finally giving me what I want?”

“I know what you want, honey,” Ethan’s voice sounds. “Just give me a little push and…” The head of his cock pops into Brie’s ass. “Right there.”

Brie’s face hits the pillow, her moans muffled as the pressure from his cock eases the burn that she could never extinguish alone. She rolls her hips, gently pushing back as more of Caspian’s cock enters her ass.

He smacks her ass in waves. “Nice and tight, love,” Ethan’s voice says. “I always knew it would be.”

“Only for you, baby! Ugh! This ass belongs to you!”

With half of his cock in her ass, Caspian begins fucking Brie from behind, a little more of him entering with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” Brie shouts, trying to hold herself upright while Caspian grabs a fistful of her hair. “Fuck me, baby! Show me! I know there’s more!”

It isn’t Caspian or Ethan’s presence that she hears, but something deeper. Something darker. His grinding moans vibrate in her head. The feeling of his cock pushes deeper as he picks up the pace, causing Brie’s eyes to shut tight while she grits her teeth. She catches her breath, wanting to look back, but the intense and dark pleasure that echoes in the room satisfies her in the most depraved way. Brie’s eyes cast black. “Fuck me, Cas! Come on, baby! He’ll never know!”

He fucks her harder, making Brie’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She tries to prolong it as much as possible, hoping he would force her ride the edge, but Brie quivers and squirts uncontrollably on the bed as he continues fucking her in the ass.

With his cock tense, he suddenly pulls out and stands.

Brie whips around, kneeling back and holding her hair aside while opening her mouth. Knowing that Caspian is somewhere within the horned creature that stands before her, she finds no need to be afraid of his sharp teeth and hellish figure.

His thick cock erupts, groaning as hot cum squirts and lands all over Brie’s lips and chin, chest and neck. Brie laughs as she tries to catch it, seeing the last drops fly. Brie leans back on her arms, licking her lips clean as she examines his dark eyes and veiny cock. “I’m ready,” she tells him, bouncing her cum-splattered chest. “I’m so fucking ready, baby!”

He releases, pissing all over Brie’s chest and stomach, across her face and body as he shakes his cock and empties himself all over her body.

“Oh, shit!” she shouts, smiling as the warmth splashes on her cheeks and forehead. The stream continues, Brie’s laugh genuine as the desire in her body is fulfilled.

At that moment, Alan bursts through the bedroom door. “What the FUCK!?” he shouts.

Brie’s pretty brown eyes grow wide. Her heart drops. The depraved cocktail of warmth on her body drips as she shudders on soaked sheets.

Brie looks around in shock, praying to find Caspian as Alan continues yelling at her.

A cold rush of air and ice floods the bedroom.

Brie screams as her naked and soaked body is dragged across the bed and hurled into the air before being sucked into a black hall leading down to the cellar.

Every door in the house slams shut and latches, the echo of Brie’s piercing scream echoing out into the cold as the house seals.

Palemaiden creaks against the winter winds, covered in snow and ice as a dim light glows from within.