Chris

Just before Rafe and his daughter were swallowed up into the Christmas fair crowd, Grace turned around and waved at us. “She’s so adorable,” Jason said, still staring at the place where the two of them had disappeared. “He’s such an alpha.”

“He sure seems like one,” I said, sighing, then turning Jason’s head to mine. “We’ll figure out a way to have a baby, Jason. I promise.”

It’s not something we talked about much—the ways I felt like I’d never be enough for Jason. The three areas of my inadequacy only came up a few times in the two years we’d been together—once each. Not having enough money was a huge one. I never felt like I could buy Jason the things that made his eyes light up. Even the small things like that little elf ornament. But I knew eventually, after I got out of school, I’d be making money, and that wouldn’t be an issue.

The next thing was knowing I wasn’t exactly what he wanted in bed. Being somewhat dominant was something I could fake my way through for a little while, though my heart was never really in it, and I’m sure he could tell. But our vanilla sex life was really very good, so it’s not something that kept me up nights.

The biggest problem—the thing that weighed on me more than anything, was that I would never be able to give him a baby. I was a beta and couldn’t impregnate him, and that was never going to change. We could go to a fertilization clinic, but that cost money. A lot of money. So, for now, that was completely out of the question.

I just couldn’t stand to see the sadness in Jason’s eyes when he watched little girls like Grace walk away. I knew how much he wanted to be the person making a kitty hat and gloves for her. And he wanted to be the person holding her hand and keeping her safe. He deserved to have the things I couldn’t give him.

“I know we will,” Jason said, a faint smile curling up on the sides of his mouth. “I’m not sad. There’s something about this place. I don’t know what it is. It makes me want to curl up in front of a cozy fire with a big family.” He looked down at the mug of steaming cider in his hands then back up at me. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“I don’t,” I said. But that wasn’t the truth. I guess I was doing the same thing he was. Trying to protect his feelings at the expense of my own. There was really no way I couldn’t feel bad. We were so far away from where we wanted to be. Even if he were to somehow get pregnant, financially—as college students—raising a family wasn’t possible. Not right now, anyway. “Let’s enjoy tonight. This town … I don’t know what it is. There’s something about it. It’s just so …”

“Perfect,” Jason said with a smile as he glanced up at the lights extending from the top of the gazebo overhead and filling the space above our heads with twinkling stars.

“Yeah. It is pretty perfect.” I inhaled the steam coming off the cup of cider as it was handed to me cider, the sweet, spicy aroma filling me with warmth and making me feel like I was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket.

We walked around the fair for a while longer, looking at the booths and talking to some of the locals. Everyone was in such good spirits and seemed thrilled to have visitors from out of town to talk to. Almost like they didn’t get people stopping by Vale Valley often. Their smiles and pleasant conversations made Jason and I feel so welcome.

“Did you hear that?” Jason said under his breath as we were looking through some handmade Christmas cards.

“What?” I asked.

“They’re talking about that man—you know … the one from the bed-and-breakfast who bought us the cider.”

“Yeah, I know what man you’re talking about,” I said, laughing a little. If Jason was whispering, there was no other man it could be. “What are they saying?”

“I don’t know, something about his antique store and his partner.”

“Oh, so he’s with someone. I mean, that makes sense, if he’s got a little girl,” I said.

“Shhhh! I can’t hear.”

We were both quiet for a moment while we eavesdropped on a conversation taking place between two of the booth owners, and when they started talking about Mr. Montgomery’s poor daughter, how she only had one daddy, we immediately looked up into each other’s eyes.

“Deceased partner,” we whispered at the same time then laughed at how silly we were being. We knew nothing about that man, and we were just passing through. But it was fun to imagine, for one night, what it would be like to live in this quaint little town and get to know that mysterious—and incredibly sexy—stranger.

On the way back to the bed-and-breakfast, Jason and I walked slowly, stopping for a long time in front of each of the decorated houses. Everyone in town seemed to take decorating seriously. Some had elaborate strings of lights and figurines all over the house and yard. But even those with a string or two of lights and a tree in the front window looked cozy and inviting.

There was no one in the reception area or the living room when we got back to the bed-and-breakfast. But the tree lights were still on, the fireplace glowing. We took off our snow-covered boots and left them on a mat by the front door then made our way up the stairs. Night-lights and lit-up figurines every few feet allowed us to see where we were going, and created the cutest atmosphere. Like a secret Christmas wonderland that only existed in the shadows and came out at night.

When we got to our room, we took off our clothes and crawled under the fluffy down comforter on our bed, but neither one of us was remotely tired. “What are you thinking about?” I asked as we lay staring at the ceiling.

“What do you think?”

“He really is hot,” I said.

“And sexy,” Jason said.

“And sophisticated.”

“Did you hear what he said about not taking no for an answer?” Jason turned on his side and gripped my arm. “Oh my God, I thought I was gonna die. I really, really want him not to take no for an answer from me.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “But you wouldn’t ever say no, so it wouldn’t count.”

“True. I’d do anything he asked me to do … in a heartbeat.”

“I bet he’s really strict.” My own fantasies filled my head. Then I glanced up at Jason and smiled. “He’d probably smack your hand with a riding crop if you reached for a cookie without asking first.”

We giggled uncontrollably for a few minutes but then went silent.

“How are we gonna find someone like him?” Jason asked. “I mean, from the short amount of time we’ve talked to him, I can tell he wouldn’t need to threaten me with punishment to get me to do exactly what he wanted. I’d do it willingly.”

“What’s it?” I asked, looking over at Jason.

He didn’t say anything right away. I knew he was a little uncomfortable talking about his fantasies. About the specifics, anyway. We’d had general conversations about things we thought we wanted, things that sounded interesting to each of us. But because neither of us had actually been with someone dominant, we didn’t know what to ask for. I decided to push Jason a little because I wanted to know what he was thinking. “Well …”

“Well,” he said, glancing at me, then up at the ceiling, “the way I imagine it, he would be staring at me for a while, making me uncomfortable because he’s not saying anything. Just looking at me. But that turns me on even more. I’m naked, and he has all his clothes on, so I’m insecure and embarrassed, and he watches as my cock slowly gets hard. But the entire time he doesn’t say anything or do anything. He just stares and gives me this feeling I have to sit there and let him watch.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Is this weird?” Jason asked. “Should we be talking about this?”

“Yes,” I said emphatically. “I think it’s important we talk about the things we want. Besides, it’s turning me on big time hearing you talk about this.”

“Really?” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “Okay, I’ll keep going.” Jason took a deep breath then continued. “He hasn’t said anything to me, but I know I’m not supposed to touch myself. I can only do what he tells me to do, when he tells me to do it. And, the first thing he does is come toward me slowly while he unzips his pants. He tells me to get down on my knees, and I do it. He’s looking down at me with this intense stare and pulls this huge cock out of his pants,” Jason said as he swallowed hard, “then runs the tip of his cock head in a circle around my lips.”

“Jesus,” I whispered. I shifted in bed as I reached down and wrapped my hand around my own cock. Hearing the words coming out of Jason’s mouth was making me incredibly horny, and very hot. So, I threw the down comforter off both of us, and I could see his cock sticking straight up under the sheet as well.

“So, now the head of his cock is in my mouth, and he’s sliding it in and out an inch at a time. It’s thick. Almost too thick, but I manage to get my lips around the entire head. Then he spreads his feet apart a little and shifts to steady himself. His eyes are still on mine as he takes my head in his hands and holds it there while he continues to thrust his cock in deeper. He watches me and thrusts in and out a little at a time until his entire cock is down my throat.”

I could see Jason’s hand moving underneath the sheet, and part of me wanted to take over, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to stop the words coming out of his mouth, and I didn’t want to stop what he was doing. Something about watching him make himself come while telling me his fantasy out loud felt so intimate and incredibly sexy. I continued to stroke my cock as I watched and listened.

“He removes his jacket then unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall open, revealing a really defined chest and abs. I’m struggling a little to take him down my throat, and he seems to realize that because he pulls out and continues to stare at me while he strokes himself. Then he tells me to sit in a big, overstuffed chair behind me. When I do, he tells me to pull my knees back and spread my ass cheeks for him.

“I do what he tells me. I can feel his stare move up and down my body and am a little embarrassed to be exposing myself to him like that, but it also a really turns me on. He tells me he wants to watch me touch myself. He tells me he wants me to play with my cock while I finger myself. And the whole time he’s staring at me and stroking his cock.”

Jason stopped for a moment. He wasn’t moving his hand underneath the sheet or saying a word.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said, breathing heavy. “I just don’t want to come yet.”

“Yeah, I’m getting pretty worked up too.”

“Is that the kind of thing you would want him to do with you?” Jason asked.

“Not really. I mean, what you’re saying is turning me on, and I’d totally be into something like that, but I’ve also wondered what it would be like to be spanked and punished. Maybe tied up and forced to do stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“I don’t know, like, something, where I can’t move and he’s making me come over and over and using my ass and mouth as many times as he wants. And I don’t have a say in any of it. It’s just happening to me.”

“Wow,” Jason said. “That sounds incredible.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Kinda scary too. But it’s something I’ve thought about. A lot, I guess.”

Jason turned to me again. “We really need to find someone to do this stuff with. I wish we didn’t have to go.”

“Well, even if we were somehow able to stay here, we don’t know what that guy’s into. We’re totally making stuff up about him. He might be some regular guy who’s into vanilla, missionary sex.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

But I knew exactly how Jason was feeling. A part of me wished we could stay. Believed that if we did, we would be able to find everything we were looking for right in this little town.

The next morning, we had an amazing breakfast of gingerbread scones and marmalade and tea and eggs and bacon and were completely stuffed when we got into the car and started it up. Neither one of us said a word as we pulled away from The Dozing Dragon and drove through the center of town. I knew what we were both thinking, but it wasn’t possible for us to stay.

As I pulled onto a country road that would take us back to the main highway, I hit the gas, but nothing was happening.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked.

“I’m trying to accelerate, but we’re slowing down. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

I pulled over to the side of the road and tried the gas pedal one more time, but the engine made a loud bang then stuttered a bit.

“That didn’t sound good,” Jason said as the car drifted to a complete stop on the side of the deserted road.