IMMACULATE SNOWS fall lighter on the earth, and the Cabin is enclosed in a wet, gray sleet. Outside the home, and beyond the treeline, five inches of pure white snow carpet the ground.
Arielle stares at the flurry white landscape from the cozy warmth of the Cabin. The land is so serene and untamed, and Arielle can't help but picture a life in the Mountains. The soft snow to bed their feet during hunts. And the warm summers to drench themselves in the Lake.
It goes without saying, she doesn't want to go back. HIARTON TOWERS, in all its colossal glassy glory may as well be a minute shiny fleck compared to the great vastness of Vermont's picturesque wilderness.
Her only regret is Michael. Her sweet hotness of a Fiance. At this thought, she breaks her oneiric spell.
Fallon is speaking in low tones on the massive bed as the snow patters down on the closed windows. The Hearth gleams a shiny gold with licking flames and Fallon turns the computer screen away from the fires.
Arielle drops the curtains and turns away from the windows. She walks to the bed and climbs it. As she crawls her way across the immaculate sheets, a wildly erotic sight hits her.
It's of her ripping apart the sheets with deadly claws as Aaron sent fire over her skin. She immediately represses the thought and slips to Fallon's side. Cassandra's face comes to view, along with a perfect cake and shiny candles. Her pretty little face is covered in glitter and pink balloons are her backdrop.
"Alright dear," Fallon's voice is warm and playful.
"You wanna show me your gifts."
"Yes mommy!" Cassandra screams.
Her tiny hands reach for the iPad screen, and before her father can stop it, the cake comes tumbling down. It lands with a wet squish on the floor and Lyter's groan echoes in the room. Arielle smiles as the little girl continues her journey across the large house, paying no mind to the destroyed confection—or her father's sober face. Her little hands clutch the Tablet as she wades past a couple of kids. Their bubbly glittered faces fill the Laptop screen as Fallon watches in wonder at her beautiful daughter, wishing she could be there with her. Cassie didn't mind—as long as she could talk to Fallon anytime of the day. The little kid operated the Apple tablet like a popsicle.
She halts in front of a mountain of red boxes and lifts the screen to it. Arielle gasps. Even for her, the gifts are way too much for any girl's fifth birthday. It was like fucking Christmas—for a whole family.
Fallon just smiles and says,
"It's perfect. I love you, sweetie."
"Daddy!" Cassie calls.
Lyter arrives by her side in moments. She drops the iPad onto his larger hands and runs off, already entranced in something else.
"Careful, honey." Lyter booms out.
He turns the screen to himself and meets his wife's eyes. His hair is disheveled, and his hazel eyes have lost their playboy sheen. He looks utterly 'fatherly', and Arielle smiles. Fallon leans closer to the screen, peering across hundreds of miles in a split-second, and says,
"Do not spoil our daughter."
Lyter nods, running his fingers through his spiky hair.
"When are you coming back, Darling. It's fucking terrible here. Not our daughter obviously, but these kids...you should see what they shit out...."
"Lyter?" Fallon interrupts.
His hazel eyes turn liquid and he calms. He peers at Fallon and he goes misty-eyed.
Arielle makes a crooning sound beside her and Fallon gives her a nudge.
"I love you, Fallon." Lyter says, "...and there's only so much baby oil can do."
"Lyter!" Fallon exclaims.
"You use our baby oil?"
He shrugs and she smiles at his cute features. Fallon loved Lyter. He was her husband, and a very handsome father. But her love for Arielle was Unquantifiable. It's like the Moon, the Earth and the Sun. Her orbit was around Lyter, but she only shined brightly with Arielle.
"I love you too," Fallon mutters. "Also, check your private email."
At her statement, Lyter's eyes light up instantly.
"You sent me nudes!" He exclaims. "You are so fucking beau...."
Fallon cuts the call.
She stays still for a few seconds and waits for it.
It comes not one second later.
"So, Nudes huh?" Arielle enquires playfully.
Fallon turns to her.
"I had to. He is lonely."
Arielle nods.
"I didn't mean anything," Fallon quickly adds. "I love being with you.... and staring into your gorgeous eyes."
Arielle smiles and Fallon moves closer.
Her hands slip up to Arielle's hair.
"I love breathing you in."
Her hand slides lower.
"Touching you....."
Her hand slips under Arielle's shirt and she fingers the material.
"Fucking you!"
Arielle gasps and Fallon grips her shirt, pulling her closer. Their lips whisper across each other, nudging and taunting.
"Tell me what you love about me," Fallon whispers, an inch over Arielle's mouth.
Arielle pulls back and gazes into her eyes.
"This," she mutters, and her lips claim Fallon.
Arielle holds her still, her hair warm in her hands, and ravishes her mouth. She suckles and bites on Fallon until her lips turn pink. Fallon moans and surrenders, allowing Arielle to dominate her. Arielle draws her lower lip between her teeth and bites softly. Fallon pants into her, moving in for more but Arielle withdraws.
She kisses her above the nose.
"Later." she whispers and climbs off the bed.
She turns to Fallon at the bedroom's doorway.
"Want to do a little exploring?"
Fallon nods and walks to her.
She follows Arielle's line of sight and spots what 'exploring' really is.
"Arielle?????" Fallon mutters, but Arielle is not listening.
Her eyes are fixed on it. It stands solitary and hypnotic, at the other end of the hallway.
The Red calls to her and it is all she can see.
She grasps Fallon and squeezes her hand. A reassuring gesture. Then she walks forward. With each step, the dreams hit her. His hands. His thighs. His jaw. Only now, she can see what was shadowed before.
His brilliant eyes. His face. His heavy cock..... The whips.... Her hand touches the knob and she waits. For a loud growl. For Aaron's angry voice to stop her from seeing..... Seeing her deepest desires. Nothing.
Slowly, she pushes and the Red door glides open.