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Being Re-claimed for the Holidays

By: J_R_Ashunwhy



I had been reading most of the morning in front of the enormous fireplace centered in the middle of the room, located just off of the main lobby in the ski lodge my family had decided to spend a week in to celebrate the holidays together, when I felt a chill tear through my body. The room that I was in did not have a doorway that faced directly into the main lobby, so I did not feel any cold breezes whenever guests entered or exited through the main doors. I kept myself covered with my modest attire of jeans, an oversized wool sweater, and fuzzy boots, and the fire had not lessened in intensity, so the unexpected chill, that I could not place an origin for, was unnerving in a way. I put my book down in my lap and slid my reading glasses down to the tip of my nose while I straightened my neck to raise my gaze, but before I could turn my head to look about the room, I felt familiar, large, strong hands be placed gently on my shoulders from behind me.

My body had tensed upon the intrusive contact, but as the powerful hands from behind the sofa started to gently massage their way over my shoulders and up the sides of my neck, I sighed deeply and relaxed, knowing only one person who used such a technique as a greeting. My heartbeat quickened immediately when his name surfaced in my mind, but my body melted into the back of the couch, feeling completely safe, and at ease in his hands. I wondered how I had known he was there; I had to have known by that chill I had felt, but I said nothing while I wondered how such a strange coincidence—that he and I should be staying at the same hotel, in a different state than we had met in, years after separating—could have occurred. I felt him lean over the back of the couch, and felt his warm breath against the side of my neck; I closed my eyes, appreciative that I had tied my long auburn hair up into a messy bun before I had started reading to allow him such uninhibited excess to one of my most sensitive endogenous zones. I allowed myself to enjoy the sensation, and I even smiled faintly, remembering what such an intimate move between us usually led to.

"I love feeling your body surrender to me." His voice was a soft, deep bass that caused his words to sound almost lyrical. I took a deep breath, mentally clinging to the tone of each word as he spoke it, allowing for each word to be seared into my memory while trying desperately to not display for him, how much I enjoyed the sound of his voice. Of course, he already knew all of that far too well. He pulled even closer to me so that I could feel his soft lips brush gently against the side of my ear while he intentionally deepened his voice further. "You have no idea how much I've missed that." 

I had had a momentary lapse in my defenses from the surprise of him finding me this way, but hearing his confessions sparked something in me that allowed me to snap myself out of the daydream-like state he was an expert at invoking in me. I exhaled through my nostrils with a quick giggle. "I'm sure you had no problem in replacing me, Derek; fuck knows, that I have not had any trouble keeping myself busy without you." I snapped, hoping to infuriate him with such a brash remark, but he only continued to surprise me. He lowered his large, muscular arms around me, crossing one arm over the other in a hug around my shoulders, and he kissed the side of my neck gently before chuckling to himself. I lost my breath.

"Naughty." He whispered lightly, as if he found some joke in my response. I focused on my breathing, forcing myself to breathe again, and trying to keep myself calm when I felt my heart race harder, throbbing against my chest. His arms around me did not provoke distress like I had imagined they would, but instead, sent me into a panic over how aroused I was feeling from such a simple gesture. He held me for a moment before he kissed the side of my neck again, which had never been a simple gesture between us. Such a loving, gentle kiss implanted on such a sensitive area was reserved, and used only as a kind of reward from Derek when we were together. I felt my mouth go dry while he kept his lips close to my soft skin; I could feel a bit of stubble from his cheek and chin brush against my neck, causing me to tremble slightly in his arms. I could hear him smirk to himself as he purposely brushed more of his rough, course skin against my neck to kiss my neck again. "I knew you must have missed me, too." He teased me lightly.

"Glad to hear that you're still as arrogant as I remember." I breathed, and he laughed.

"I've never been one to disappoint. Surely," he continued to tease in his deep, bass whispers, "you remember just how completely satisfying all of me is; I don't believe that I have ever given a reason for you to be disappointed." I turned my face to look at him over my reading glasses, and he pulled his face away from my neck so that he could look me over as well. I tried to quickly calculate how old he was now, surprised to see that same boyish face looking back at me, almost unchanged during the decade, or more, that had passed since our last meeting. His only tell that he had aged at all were the faint lines that had formed around his hazel eyes, and the lightly colored scars that replaced were piercings had once been. The smile he wore, was still the same bright, boyish smile that I had been so attracted to when we had first met in class. "You most certainly don't know how to disappoint, do you, Alex?" He breathed lightly with a warm smile. "I remember a pretty, but slightly awkward little girl, with gorgeous, piercing green eyes that seemed so much older than the rest of her. But now the rest of you seems as though you've grown into those breath-taking eyes of yours. I never dreamed you'd be so much more beautiful now."

"And when did you learn to become such a charmer?" I laughed nervously, taking more pleasure from his compliments than I wanted to.

He shook his head. "I'm not trying to charm, I'm just being honest. I've always been incredibly honest with you, Alex...even when that honesty has led to heartache." He lowered his eyes for a moment, and swallowed hard before he looked back to me with a smile to hide what he was feeling. His actions surprised me yet again; I did not expect him to be so upset with me still. "It's adorable to see you all curled up in front of a fire playing lodge-bunny, but I wouldn't think to find you at a place like this by yourself, especially right before Christmas." He quickly changed the subject. "Or have you grown fond of winter sports?"

"I still can't stand them." I shrugged, and he nodded, knowingly. "My family decided on a ski retreat as a reunion for the holidays, and being for the holidays, I was forced to attend regardless of my aversion to the snow."

"So then there's no boyfriend out on the slopes looking forward to finding his reading lodge-bunny waiting for him to come back in?" Derek clarified, and after a moment, I shook my head. "Good." He smiled broadly. "Because that's how I intend to spend the day: out on the slopes with my brothers, thinking about my little lodge-bunny, and looking forward to her waiting for my return to her. Say, for drinks this evening in the bar downstairs?"

I rolled my eyes at him, but I thought to tease him for his arrogance. "I'm not your little lodge-bunny, Derek." I growled playfully with a wicked smile, my eyes shinning over my glasses, and his smile widened further. When we were together, I had constantly teased Derek without mercy, I had made him play my games, and I had made him earn every bit of affection or respect I so sporadically gave to him. His reward for learning to never take anything from me for granted, had been the title of being the first person I had ever willingly submitted to; on the occasion that I felt submissive. I could tell by his smile, that he was debating a punishment for me.

"You are too if you insist on teasing me like that." He laughed confidently, removing his arms from around me, and straightening himself to stand behind me without playing into my game. Disappointed, I did not look up to him, but instead turned my eyes to watch the flames dancing in the fire before me. "I'll expect to join my lodge-bunny downstairs at eight for drinks, and I can promise you, Alex, that you will be the only thought on my mind until then."

I huffed in disbelief, but I did not turn toward him until I heard him walk away to join a group of men waiting outside for him. I breathed deeply, looking over the back of his broad shoulders, and watching his confident stride while he walked. I was pleased to see, even through his winter outfit, that he obviously retained his muscular physic from college. I watched him return to the group, and noticed the men he joined all resembled him in some way: some had the same square jaw he possessed, some where just as tall and widely built, and some had the same jet black hair and dark, hazel eyes. Derek had told me before that he was the baby of six boys—bless his poor mother—but I never tried to picture his brothers, or imagined that they could all appear to be so hansom. I watched them all turn and leave, and only found myself even more perplexed by Derek's actions. Though he had the chance, he had not introduced me to any of his family members, or suggested to meet any of mine even though I had informed him of their presence; there was a time when Derek had wanted nothing more than for us to meet each others families.

I pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose, readjusted myself in the over stuffed sofa I was sitting on, and tried to return to my reading unsuccessfully. I kept reading the same sentence over and over without any luck of absorbing any meaning from it as my distracted thoughts continued to return to memories of Derek and I when we were together years ago. 

Already aroused, I felt myself grow wet while I suddenly envisioned one particularly combative evening between us: I had playfully snapped one of his leather belts to tease him, but the act had made Derek freeze in place, terrified. I made him tell me what had caused such a reaction, but when he informed me that his father used to whip Derek and his brothers with his own belt when they misbehaved, I did not display any kind of sympathy. Instead, I laughed and snapped the belt again, victoriously, delighted to have found such a simple weakness to exploit when necessary. Derek had immediately pulled me over his knee, knowing I had my own reservations about being in such a position, and spanked me until I apologized. My punishment for my actions did not cease with a simple spanking however; I had pulled that stunt on a Friday night, and Derek kept me the whole weekend for retribution. I heard a small moan escape from my lips, and blushing, I quickly looked around to see if there was anyone around me who could have noticed the faint noise.

Satisfied that no one had heard me, I readjusted myself in my seat again, and tried harder to focus on the book before me. Again I reread the same sentence repeatedly while musing over our prior history. I had met Derek as a freshmen in college, sharing the same history elective with him even though he was a senior at the time. I needed the introductory level course to continue taking additional classes that required that class as a prerequisite, but Derek was taking it as an easy grade to fill some extra credits he needed before graduating.

I had spent the summer between high-school and college traveling abroad in Europe. I did not experience the culture-shock I had been warned about while over sees—I was constantly too jovial over each new experience to be shocked—but when I came back to the states, I was deeply immersed in an unexpected form of reverse culture-shock I had never been prepared for. I did not want to be home, and I longed to return to my traveling education instead of attending the college institution I was already enrolled in. My family convinced me of the idea that college would see me surrounded by others my age, desperate to learn and better themselves, and promised such an atmosphere would provide an easier transition for me. I had quickly been proven ignorant of my perceived notions of my peers within the first few days of attending classes. I did not smile much during those first few weeks while trying to adjust to the mentally of those around me, and I quickly gave up on trying to relate to my fellow students, not speaking or interacting with anyone unless absolutely necessary. 

Derek had noticed my constant state of depression while in class, and had stopped me once after class to joke about it, telling me I would look prettier if I smiled once in awhile. I was physically attracted to him immediately, but I had shrugged him off, unwilling to break my habit of not socializing. Not fazed by my response, he persisted for weeks until I finally agreed to go out to a party with him one weekend to appease him in hopes that he would leave me alone afterward. 

I immediately regretted my decision when we arrived at the party, hating the loud, drunken stupidity, and obnoxious behavior that reined over the intoxicated environment. Noticing my unease, Derek had kept me close to him all evening, and watched over me to make sure I was not bothered by anyone I obviously did not want around me. I had enjoyed the game of having such a tall, strong, behemoth to protect me for awhile, but the novelty of it wore thin as the night progressed, and I could not find enjoyment in the party. When I asked to leave, he took me back to campus without argument. I did not offer any explanation for my actions, and did not allow for him to kiss me good night, or any of that nonsense, thinking he would lose interest if I proved unresponsive to his advances. I was proven wrong about my peers again, and the next class that we shared together, Derek sat next to me with a broad, playful smile.

Other older male students—many of them friends to Derek—tried to approach me with the intention of warning me about Derek's behavior toward women. As a freshmen, they all assumed I was too naïve to know what Derek was capable of, and some even offered to date me instead to help keep me from him. Intrigued, I began to hang out with Derek in earnest after classes to learn his personality for myself. It did not take long to figure out what the other students had tried to warn me about without saying so directly: Derek had a tendency to be very dominating over those around him regardless of their connection to him. 

I teased Derek relentlessly over the idea of domination, acting equally as aggressive toward him as he acted toward me, pushing him to see how far he would bend for me before he could no longer tolerate my playful torments. To the surprise of everyone around us, Derek did not just tolerate the way I would try to egg him on, but he appreciated our little game of cat and mouse on a level that even he himself did not expect. An intense relationship grew quickly between us, too quickly for my comfort, and I started to pull back away from him when I realized just how serious things had become between us emotionally. 

At eighteen, I was not naïve to Derek's aggressive play or dominating sexual habits, as I was well versed in my own, but at eighteen, I was terrified of commitment. Derek had taken some time off from school between finishing high-school and starting college, and then a senior at twenty-six, the age-gap between us allowed him a different perspective of life than the one I held. He was the one to suggest I should return home with him over one of the Spring holiday breaks to meet his family; an idea I quickly refused and used as a reason to push away from him even more. He had tried to argue the point with me, even offering the idea that he could easily envision us married someday, with children, as proof to why I should stop trying to fight being with him. It only made me more adamant in my resolve, and I severed all connections with him a month before he was set to graduate.

Furious, does not begin to describe his reaction to my leaving him; apparently he had been the one to end any of his relationships before me, and he could not accept the fact that a woman could refuse him for anything. He acted out, hoping to make me jealous, sleeping with a number of other women to prove some point to me that I should have been grateful to have been with him in the first place for how attractive he was. When that did not work in his favor, he tried to court me with flowers and gifts as though he thought he could win me back. And finally, when that did not produce the result he craved, he made a public display of his affections outside in the courtyard in between class periods, and begged for me to take him back in front of our peers, willingly humiliating himself, desperate for my approval. Fed up with his begging, I had walked away from him without a word, leaving him to the jeers of his friends. 

Derek graduated on time, moved to another state for an internship, and was offered a position to stay on with that company before his internship even expired. I had seen him around campus a handful of times the following year when he came back to visit some of his friends to relax from work for a weekend and party, but he never approached me. He would watch after me longingly if I was alone when he spotted me, or he would glare angrily at me if I was with a guy, regardless of who that guy was to me. I found the whole charade to be childish, and decided I had made the right decision after all; witnessing first hand how much each Derek and I needed to grow up. I pushed all thoughts of Derek into the very recesses of my mind, but I was never able to free myself of those thoughts completely. A part of me had always missed him on some level, but I did not realize just how much, until I had felt his touch once more.

I mused over the idea of joining him for drinks later, but I knew I would not go. I also now knew that a distraction in the form of reading, was impossible to achieve. I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering how Derek would 'help' me study before an exam. He would demand my textbook, strip me down, and restrain me, but never to a degree that I could not escape if I felt the need. He would flip to the back of the chapter and quiz me from the suggested study material; correct answers earned small rewards, while incorrect answers earned minuet punishments. I had been an honor student all throughout high-school, but Derek was more than willing to take credit for my academic achievements when I made the Dean's list both semesters that year.

Opening my eyes once more, I realized I had been subconsciously grinding my hips into the sofa under me. I quickly removed my reading glasses from my face, closed my book, and hurried back upstairs to my room to put my things back in my bag. All of my cousins were staying in basic, single rooms on the same floor that I was on, but our parents were on the floor above us all in large suites so that they had kitchens they could entertain family in, and extra space for their grandchildren to sleep so the children were not confined to staying with their parents. I knew most of the family was at a snow boarding lesson—an early present from one of my uncles—and I did not think I would meet any of my family on my way back to my room. On my way up the stairs, I had decided to dedicate some time that afternoon to alleviating the pent up frustration coursing through my body at the thought of Derek, so that I would not weaken so easily again if I did come across him once more.

"Alexis." My cousin, Cassie, called to me from her doorway as I passed. I stopped and waited for her to approach me, not appreciating the large wicked smile she showed. "My, my; what has you all flustered?" She beamed, and I shrugged. Cassie and I are the same age, though we look nothing alike, and when we are together, we always find ourselves neck deep in trouble. 


Being Re-claimed for the Holidays



Our last whole family trip for the winter holidays was held in Nashville, Tennessee. Cassie and I had tried to get some of our new male cousins to go out drinking with us so that we could get to know the men without them constantly trying to better themselves around their wives. When we suggested a visit to the infamous bar 'Coyote Ugly,' the men assumed we were trying to lay out some form of trap to get them in trouble with our cousins. They refused to join us, but Cassie and I still went on our own, and without them there to help me keep Cassie in check, Cassie ended the night by having herself thrown out of the place for the way she was dancing on the bar. Quite the accomplishment, we were told by some of the locals later. Our family was not as amused though, and now this year, we are spending Christmas in quiet Vermont to quietly ski. "I thought Aunt Renee picked this place so that we couldn't get into any trouble this year." Cassie teased. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." I snapped back quickly. I tried to continue to my room, and she followed me, leaning against the wall beside the door while I retrieved my cardkey and opened the lock.

"So then who did you do?" Cassie snickered while I opened the door.

"No one." I breathed, walking into my room, and returning my belongings to my bag.

"Well that's disappointing." Cassie laughed. "I saw all manor of cute guys on the slopes today. You should have been with us." I nodded, not because I agreed with her that I should have been out skiing, I hate to ski, but because I should have been elsewhere other than where Derek could have found me. I thought about that idea for a moment, and cursed myself for it. My thoughts sounded pathetic. "It looks like I wasn't the only one with an eye open for cute guys though, was I?" She mocked me lightly, and I glared at her. "That settles it then," she boosted, "after dinner, you and I are hitting that awful excuse of a bar below the lobby to see what we can pick up."

I laughed, disbelieving. "You have such terrible ideas." I breathed, trying to hide my reasoning for not wanting to go where Derek had said to meet him.

"Give me one excuse why we shouldn't, spinster lady." Cassie teased me with a dark smile. "Did whatever or whoever has you all flustered, have something to do with that bar?"

"Fine. I'll go with you after dinner for a drink. One." I held up one finger to accentuate my point. "But then after that one drink, I'm done. I'm not really in the mood tonight." Cassie refused to leave my side for the rest of the afternoon.

The rest of our day continued as the rest of the days that had preceded it; after everyone came in from their day on the mountain, everyone was expected to shower, dress, and meet for dinner at one of the restaurants down stairs. We had a reservation in a different restaurant every night of our stay to be able to all eat together as a family. The experience was nauseating at best, and after the third socially inappropriate remark about what was wrong with the world today was made, I found myself looking forward to that drink with Cassie. I kept myself amused while deciding which local brew on tap I was going to try this evening, but as the conversation became more sexist, racist, and classist as more of the older generation weighed in on the current debate, my mind wandered from beer to harder spirits. By the time dinner concluded, Cassie and I hurried to the bar and ordered our drinks in unison: the highest proof rum available, coke, lime, and make it a double, please.

The bartender had laughed at us for the desperate nature we both exhibited when we made our joint order, but he gave us a nod, and quickly produced the drinks for us as we each took a seat at the bar. After such terrible conversation at dinner, I had forgotten my one drink policy established in my room, and Cassie had no intention of reminding me of it, whether she remembered what I had said or not. 

The gentlemen immediately around us, the bartender included, all joined our conversations regularly, and after our first round, neither of us paid for another drink while we had the attention of the men around us. Cassie and I took turns teasing some of the men relentlessly, we had all of them laughing often, and Cassie even offered to demonstrate why she was now famous in Nashville as the hour grew late. Realizing how many rounds Cassie and I had actually had, I looked for a clock to check the time, knowing we had spent several hours entertaining the bar to accumulate the small mountain of turned over glasses the bartender had stacked before us as part of an earlier joke. I had heard a drink be ordered the way Derek liked, earlier in the evening, but it was not Derek's voice that made the order. It was well after eight o'clock, and I had not seen, nor heard from Derek. Relieved, I allowed for the man beside me to supply my cousin and I with our next round, while flashing a warm smile for him as his only reward for doing so.

My cousin was a great deal more flirtatious with the men around her; touching them on their shoulders, giving their knee a quick squeeze on occasion, and even giving quick pecking like kisses to their cheeks. It was no surprise to me when she took up my hand closest to her, and held it: our silent signal to warn the other that one of us was feeling too drunk to control ourselves any longer. I leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. "Want me to take you upstairs?" I breathed seductively to continue to tease the men around us, but she shook her head.

"I want blue shirt in the corner to take me upstairs." She giggled. I glanced at the young man she referred to, and laughed as he puffed out his chest and held up his head in pride.

"Then you shouldn't have held my hand, skank." I laughed openly, making fun of her condition. "Now, you're stuck with me."

"You're the worst cousin ever!" Cassie cried back to me, making me laugh harder. I took her lead and allowed for her to start a proper fight, allowing for her to scream and curse, escalating the situation quickly, until the bartender asked me to remove her. I excused the both of us, and asked him to make sure we had our room to navigate ourselves away from the bar. The bartender was more than compliant, and called back any of the men from the bar that tried to follow us while I helped to support her. I walked her out of the room, leaving the desperate horde of confused, aroused, young men behind us.

Standing had been an awful idea. Cassie and I had each remained seated for most of our stay at the bar, but Cassie had moved around in her seat more than I did, and had stood for a few moments once or twice. I should have known that if she was feeling effects from our evening that I had not yet felt, that I would surely feel them once I stood. I was able to hold myself together to walk Cassie out of the bar and into the elevator, but once in the elevator, my head spun wildly. I leaned my back into the corner, and rested my hands on either of the railings beside me while closing my eyes and trying to focus on the sound of Cassie giggling beside me. I knew that giggle; she gave that giggle without shame when she saw a strange, attractive man she wanted to take to bed without any introduction. For the first time that day, I found no surprise in the secret that awaited me. I opened my eyes, and found Derek standing beside my cousin, watching the both of us intently.

"You're angry." I smiled knowingly when I caught the frustrated expression held deeply on his face. He said nothing, but Cassie continued to giggle.

"Please tell me that, that," she pointed to Derek, "is what had you all hot and bothered earlier." Derek's face softened, and he titled his head to have a better look at my cousin and I. "He knows you like him, right?" She continued, starting to slur her words while she turned back to me. A small smile found its way to Derek's face while he watched her. "You naughty little bitch." Cassie laughed at me, and Derek joined her laughter while he shook his head.

"Which floor ladies?" He asked softly. 

"Uh, fuck, he even sounds pretty." Cassie whined, falling into me slightly, but catching herself on the railing. "Three, please, pretty." She tried to purr unsuccessfully in her drunken state. Derek pressed his lips together to retain his smile, and then pressed the needed button.

Derek helped me get Cassie back into her room, and was kind enough to retrieve a few bottles of water for her out of the vending machine down the hall, while I got her into bed. I knocked on the door next to hers to let another one of our cousins know what kind of condition Cassie was in, and asked her to check up on Cassie throughout the night. "And who the hell is going to check up on you?" Maggie teased me, watching me sway in her door frame. I saw her blush as she looked behind me, and I turned to see Derek give her a quick wave while he waited for me to finish. "Never mind," Maggie sighed, swooning against her open door, "can um, can he check up on me too? I, I think I might be catching something from being out in the snow, and I need to be checked up on." She nodded as she finished rambling, and I laughed. I waved her off, pointing to her husband in bed behind her. She relented with a deep frown, and closed her door, leaving me to turn back to Derek waiting for me in the hallway with a warm smile.

"I don't remember you ever mentioning sisters, so, cousins?" He asked gently, deepening his voice, and I nodded. "I enjoy your cousins."

I watched him for a moment, trying to decide his intentions with such a remark, but I quickly gave up deciphering his words when I felt my head begin to spin again. I retrieved my cardkey from my back pocket, and held it in an outstretched hand for him. He took the key from me with a smirk, looked at the number on the card, walked down the hall, and opened my door. He came back for me, now leaning hard against the door behind me, picked me up easily in his large, muscular arms, carried me into my room, and laid me out on the bed. He closed the door, and grabbed the bottle of aspirin that I had out on the dresser before he joined me. He handed me a bottle of water from his pocket, counted out a number of aspirin, and handed them to me. 

"I am not asking." He growled at me with a confident air of authority, making me quickly take his offering for me. He nodded, put the medication bottle down on the nightstand, and then laying out next to me on his back, he allowed for me to curl up closer to him once he was settled.

Derek took a deep breath before he wrapped his arms around me. "I was very angry, yes." He finally sighed his response to my earlier observation in the elevator, and I nodded against his chest. "I thought you were playing with me at first to have me walk in, and find all those guys drooling all over you like that, but you never looked around for me. You weren't waiting for me, or trying to set up some scene to make me jealous, and realizing that, hurt like hell. I resigned myself to watching how your games have evolved," he chuckled to himself, but it sounded sad, "and fuck, you are so good. I'm sure each and every one of those poor bastards fighting for the affection of you and your cousin were all harder than stone at the thought of taking one of you back to their room. The way you were teasing them..." Derek took another deep breath, and held me closer to him. "How many times have I referred to you as 'my little tease'?" 

I shrugged against him. "I don't remember." I found his heart beat, resting my head against his chest, and I focused on it, listening to the steady rhythm. "I didn't need to look for you," I breathed, listening more to his heartbeat than my own words, "I knew you were there." I felt him lean forward to kiss the top of my head gently, and I buried the side of my face deeper into his chest.

"I would like to apologize...again...while you're still coherent." Derek chuckled. "I am so sorry for trying to push you into something you were not ready for, and I am even sorrier, for the way I acted, and for the way I treated you after the fact. I don't expect you to forgive me for the way I acted, but you have no idea how deeply you cut into me by leaving me in the first place." The rate of his heartbeat had remained constant during his confession, and I wondered how rehearsed his speech had been. "Watching you tonight, reminded me of that pain. I couldn't help but think of how I would have been feeling, to have been watching you play your little game if you were my wife, and were acting like that in front of me."

"Was it really so easy for you to picture us together now, married?" I tried to tease him gently to lighten the mood.

There was a long pause followed by another deep breath from Derek before he answered, in a deep, melancholy tone. "I had the ring, Alex." My mind went blank. I tried unsuccessfully to absorb and understand what he had said, and overwhelmed, I felt my eyes swell over my confusion, but I blinked back any tears. "I had never thought to propose to anyone before I met you, and since you? I have never been able to form such as deep of a connection to want to."

"I'm not that same girl, Derek." I breathed, and he laughed.

"I would have been very concerned if you said you were. It was made obvious tonight that we are each very different people, but if you would allow for me to, I would be very interested in knowing this Alex now." I nodded, and he held me closer still. "So for starters," he breathed playfully, "do you actually enjoy cuddling now, or is this precious moment a result of how drunk you are?" I laughed, and bit my lower lip, immersed in the feeling of safety with his muscular frame wrapped tightly around me.

"I have always liked having you hold me." I answered honestly, feeling my body relax again. "I never cuddled up to you like this, because I was always waiting for you take the lead, and to wrap your arms around me first. This is nice, but I would prefer you laying out behind me." Derek unfolded his arms from around me, and taking the hint, I spun myself around to face away from him. Once I was settled, Derek turned himself onto his side, put his arm around me, and pulled my body into his. I lifted my head for him to slide his other arm beneath me, and I rested my head against the inside of his shoulder while he tucked my body tightly against him.

"More like this you mean?" He sighed, nestling his face into the side of my neck, and I hummed in agreement while I closed my eyes. I felt my body scream out for him, desperate for that little reward he had been so generous with in front of the fire. "Then this is how I would like to sleep...and no sneaking off on me." He growled lightly, chastising me for the way I would get up out of his bed, quietly dress without waking him, and leave his dorm early in the morning to return to my own.

"It's my room!" I reminded him with a soft giggle, and he gently kissed the side of my neck. I sighed deeply, euphoric to have received my coveted reward.

"I know," he breathed lightly, "had it have been my room, I would have already tied your wrists to the headboard so as not to need to remind you about sneaking off on me." I immediately envisioned the described scene, and felt my stomach drop as a small twinge resonated deep in my pussy simultaneously.

I shrugged. "You still could have tried." I teased him lightly, grinding my ass back into the front of his hips.

"Fucking little tease!" He growled playfully. He turned his face, and bit the side of my neck gently as a warning for me to stop. I swallowed hard, knowing the consequences to my actions should I continue to provoke him, and I debated whether or not I was willing to give into him like that again, so soon. He kissed the spot on my neck that he had bitten playfully, to calm me, before he whispered softly into my ear. "I felt that little tremble," he mocked me, "but you are far too drunk to play." He chuckled. "Wake me, if you wake before me...though...with how much you put down, I don't foresee that happening." He moved his hands to either of my arms, and ran his strong hands down the length of my arms, stopping only when he reached my wrists. I felt myself panic again while he held my wrists firmly, and he laughed darkly to himself. "We'll talk more in the morning. Sleep."

I am not sure if I was just so completely comfortable in Derek's arms, if it was the alcohol, or if it was some combination of both, but I slept better beside him than I had in years. I awoke early the next morning fully aware of another in my bed beside me, but it took me a moment to recall who it was, and how he had come to be there; after another moment, I realized just how horny I was. I have never been able to answer why, but I find morning sex to be the most satisfactory, and I constantly woke my boyfriends with teasing hand-jobs. I thought about waking Derek in such a fashion, but I stopped myself, remembering the point he had made about me sneaking off on him, and feeling a need to tease him for it. 

I was in my room, so I had to think of where I could go if I did. I could have escaped to any of the other numerous rooms occupied by one of my cousins, but then Derek would not be allowed to follow after me, and I would have no chance of continuing any of my games. I felt my pussy throb, begging for release, when my mind turned again to waking Derek. He had wanted me to wake him, but he had wanted me to wake him to talk, and I was in no mood to have a conversation. I remembered his morning routine from college, and how I would disrupt it on occasion, and I found my answer. I carefully slid myself to the edge of the bed, easily freeing my wrists from his sleeping grasp, and gently climbed out of bed. I found a stationary pad and pen left by the hotel on the dresser, and quickly penned a brief note asking if he still continued the same morning rituals, before I found my cardkey, and left for the hotel fitness spa.

I was uninterested in the various weight lifting machines that the hotel provided, but I was glad to see all of them empty so early in the morning. I went into the sauna, stripped, wrapped a towel around my naked body, and carefully headed to the heated pool. The pool had an indoor section to it with stairs to enter it, but if the swimmer chose to swim under a raised wall bisecting the pool, they could swim outside, and enjoy a fully heated pool with a view of the snow covered mountains behind the resort. Seeing that all of the pool area was empty, I wrapped my towel around the railing by the steps, and quickly entered the pool, wondering if Derek would find me prior to my needing to vacate the pool before I was seen skinny-dipping by anyone other than him.

I swam a few laps before I realized someone was standing on the ledge of the pool, watching me. I stopped and smiled for Derek, keeping the water level even with my collarbones, excited and yet disappointed that he had found me almost immediately. "What did I tell you about sneaking off on me?" He growled down at me, but I laughed.

"Is it sneaking off if I left a note?" I asked sweetly.

"It doesn't seem like you're wearing a swimsuit." He gloated with a broad smile. I pretended to think about his observation, raising my eyes, and frowning slightly.

"Guess you would have to find out for yourself." I purred. I watched the excited confusion spread across his boyish face for a moment before I allowed myself to sink further under the water, turned, and swam under the wall separating the indoor portion of the pool from the elements outside. It did not take him any time to follow after me, and I could not contain my smile while I watched him swim under the water and surface just in front of me after he too had stripped naked. The pool was not very deep, it was easy to stand in the water, and the steam raising from the pool kept the air above water warm enough to tolerate the lack of clothing outdoors. My eyes slowly traced over every exposed muscle in his chest and arms, causing him to laugh softly once he discovered my actions.




Being Re-claimed for the Holidays



"Do you like what you see?" Derek proudly asked while gently feeling in the water for my hips. I nodded, blushing slightly, and his hands slowly began to trace over the curve of my hips. "You know I won't be content on merely exploring with my eyes." He teased me, brushing his finger tips lightly against my sides towards my back.

"And what would you be content with?" I asked nervously, enjoying his touch.

"Don't tease me, Alex." He breathed, running his finger tips gently up my spine, causing me to shutter in his arms.

I laughed. "And here I was under the impression that you wanted to speak this morning, to get to know each other again."

"Is that what you're doing?" Derek chuckled, disbelievingly. "If that were true, then you would have to answer any question I had for you, with complete honesty."

"Try me." I shrugged, feeling him gently pull his fingers back down my spine.

His hands froze against my lower back while he thought of a question for me. "Do you still suffer from those commitment issues of yours?" He breathed, and I shook my head. He smiled briefly while he continued to think. "Did you ever love me, Alex?" I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest, my cheeks flushed, and my whole body stiffened as I thought about answering him honestly.

"Yes." I whispered softly in hopes he would not hear it. Derek's hands jumped from my lower back, to hold my ass, and he pulled me forward into him, lifting me easily in the water. I let out a small, surprised cry when I felt him pull my pelvis up into his stomach, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hands moved to my back once more to steady me. My hands had reached for his shoulders as some sort of reflex, but once I felt secure in my new position against him, I relaxed my own arms and allowed for my hands to rest against the back of broad neck. My face still reflected the panic I felt from his swift movements, but he wore a broad smile on his own.

"Part of you still loves me, don't you, Alex?" He whispered, leaning in closer to me. "And don't you dare try to fucking tease me; just answer me." I had realized that possibility the day before, but I found it hard to answer him. His expression became solemn, and then desperate. "Please." He whispered just as softly as I had answered 'yes,' and I wondered for a moment if it pained his pride to give into me so eagerly. "Please answer me." He begged quietly with a desperate expression. I smiled over my small victory before I nodded for him.

"Did you really just use the word 'please'?" I giggled playfully, not remembering that word being used regularly in Derek's everyday vocabulary. He laughed with me, and nodded.

"It's your fault." He shrugged, holding me tighter against his body. "I think you'll find me much more humble this time around."

"And when I'm not in the mood for humble?" I teased with a wicked smile, leaning closer to him. "Like for insistence...right now..." I whispered across his lips, pressing my naked breasts into his chest. "Humble would do nothing to satisfy my mood, right now."

"Is that so?" Derek growled playfully while starting to walk me to the edge of the pool. I felt him feel against the wall while he walked until he suddenly stopped, and flashed a broad, boyish smile for me. "Are you giving in to me, Alex?" He teased.

I nodded. "Consider it an early Christmas present." Derek laughed at me as he gently grabbed a hold of each of my thighs, and forced my legs to release their grasp from around his body. He quickly spun me around to face away from him, but before I could question his actions, I felt him position me to be in front of one of the water jets that cycled clean water into the pool. I reached for the ledge of the pool, and helped to pull my knees up to rest against the wall of the massive, in-ground pool, while I heard Derek chuckle behind me. He kept his hands on my hips, and moved me into just the right position, so that when the forcefully gushing water from the jet struck my clit, I moaned loudly, and leaned back into his broad chest.

I felt the head of his long, wide cock find the entrance of my pussy, and I felt my heartbeat pound deep inside of me, begging for him to bury his cock in me, but he waited. I tried to focus more on his cock teasing me than the jet, but the force of the jet against my clit made me twitch uncontrollably against Derek. "You know what I want." Derek groaned softly into my ear from behind me. Of course I knew what he wanted, it was what I wanted, but he liked to hear me ask first.

I turned my face over my shoulder to look him in the eyes. "Please fuck me, Derek." He could not contain his broad smile, even as he leaned into me to kiss me; he still smiled across my lips. He slowly allowed for his large, hard cock to press into me, and I groaned deeply into his mouth as I felt his massive cock stretch my insides and fill me completely. "Fuck, I've missed you." I breathed without thinking, and Derek laughed, nodding, but he kept himself still against me while continuing to kiss me. "Please." I whispered more desperately.

"If I fuck you, Alex," Derek groaned between his kisses, "it means I'm re-claiming you. The moment you cum for me, you're mine, and you do not get to leave me this time for any frivolous reasons. Do you understand me?"

I nodded quickly, but he only continued to hold me in place against the water jet. "Yes Sir." I whispered. He closed his eyes, savoring my words while he slowly removed his hands from my hips, and reached for the ledge of the pool. He held onto the ledge next to either of my hands, opened his eyes, and then kissed me again. I moaned into his mouth when I felt his throbbing cock begin to thrust deep inside of me, stretching me further to accommodate his wide girth.

My muscles pulsed wildly against each gentle thrust causing us both to moan for one another. The sensation of my clit being constantly stimulated by the jet quickly caused for my muscles to tighten against his cock, milking his cock while he continued his strong, purposeful movements. I intentionally tightened my muscles around him further, and gasping for breath, I turned to face away from him, feeling my impending release building.

"That was quick, even for you." Derek chuckled, leaning over me, and nestling his face into the side of my neck. I became desperate for my more modest reward. An orgasm was still wanted, and at this point, was going to happen regardless as long as the jet kept pleasuring my clit; what I craved was that simple little kiss against my neck. "Cum for me, Alex." Derek whispered lovingly in my ear. "I need to feel you cum on my cock." I felt myself reach the precipice, and felt my inner muscles push back hard against Derek. He titled his head and gently kissed the side of neck, and feeling the combination of the bliss provided by my reward, the forceful jet teasing my clit, and his strong, powerful thrusts, my body soared over the edge. I screamed my orgasm, though they were soft screams, as my hips bucked back against Derek's thrusting, and my body trembled in his arms. Derek groaned and kissed the side of my neck again while he felt me pulse violently around him, but he held out, and continued to trust against my trembling muscles while he held me firmly in place.

"It's too intense." I gasped, feeling another orgasm build again quickly. "Please take me off of the jet." I begged Derek in a whisper, and he laughed darkly as he felt my muscles push back against his thrusting. He waited for me to succumb to my next orgasm before he would answer me.

"Not a chance," he whispered as a tease in my ear, "you stay on the jet until I cum." I threw my head back into his shoulder when I felt my body push itself into another orgasm, and as I felt how strongly my muscles spasmed against Derek, I feared I would be unable to walk by the time he was done with me. I found myself unable to control my loud, desperate moans, and soft screams as Derek continued to thrust my body against the powerful stream of the jet. I felt my eyes roll back in my head, and I closed my eyes to focus on the massive amount of pleasure ripping through my body while the constant attention to my clit built me up again, and again. I gave up on trying to breathe while I fought with myself not to scream out loudly for him, and he kissed the side of my neck again as he watched me fight with myself. 

"Cum again for me, Alex." Derek growled at me as my body continued to surrender to the forceful gushing of the jet pleasuring my clit. I closed my eyes tighter while I tried to fight with my body to not give in again as the constant water beating against my clit started to become painful while it continued. I listened to the blood pulsing in my ears, and I lost my battle. My body felt as if it had been set on fire as a mixed sensation of pain and pleasure tore through me, and my clit burned while the muscles in my pussy pulsed even stronger against Derek, trying to force his cock from my body.

"Please let me off of the jet." I quietly begged Derek again, whispering into his ear. I moved my hands to hold his forearms, and dug my nails into his arms that held tightly to the ledge of the pool while I reveled at how tight my muscles had become around him.

Derek gently shook his head. "Go ahead and threaten me, Alex, but that felt amazing." He teased me quietly; my muscles continuing to try to fight him off as pleasure continued to tear through my body.

"Please?!" I gasped again, digging my nails deeper into his skin, and again he shook his head.

My body trembled uncontrollably as the jet continued to make me explode around his thrusting cock while Derek continued to push himself harder against my pulsing muscles to keep himself deep inside of my exhausted pussy. "You seem to be missing my point." Derek chuckled, mockingly, while I struggled to breathe. I gave up fighting, feeling my skin and inner muscles burn while my body continued to thrash against Derek.

"You want to re-claim me?" I gasped, feeling yet another powerful orgasm tear through my body, forcing me to pause for a moment while I screamed out for Derek. He kissed the side of my neck again, and hummed in agreement. "Then fucking claim me, and cum deep inside that tight pussy that's been begging for you since we started this game yesterday." I growled.

"That's more like it." Derek teased quietly, working himself even harder against me. I closed my eyes tightly again when I felt Derek straighten himself behind me with a deep, satisfied groan. Even in the water, I felt his release push deep inside of my body, still being tortured against the pulsing of the jet. Derek kept himself inside of me while he relaxed and softened inside of my pussy, but I continued to trash wildly against him because of the constant stimulation to my clit. Once he was satisfied, Derek gently pulled himself out of my pussy, and slowly moved me sideways down the wall and away from the jet. 

I could still feel the pulsing of the water against me, and it still felt as though my pussy was still stuffed full of Derek's cock. I gasped for air realizing that I had stopped breathing. Derek chuckled to himself as he held the side of my face, watching my eyes focus and un-focus while I tried to look back into his eyes. He held me gently against him while I slowly recovered, but I was unable to stop trembling and twitching for some time. "We should get you back upstairs, re-hydrated, and back to bed." He teased me softly, and I nodded.

"Putting your lodge-bunny back to bed, so that when she wakes, she can eagerly wait for your return from your day on the mountain with your brothers?" I teased remembering his little fantasy from yesterday, and he flashed his boyish smile while he nodded.

"I expect to find my little lodge-bunny waiting for me at the bar at eight o'clock." Derek breathed softly, deepening his voice to sing his command for me. "And this time Alex, you are to ignore any of the poor bastards alone at the bar. I don't care what your cousins do, but you are to reserve those teasing, mind fucks you calls games, only for me." I smirked, finding his need amusing, but I swallowed the sarcastic response that had quickly invaded my mind.

"Yes Sir." I answered instead with a satisfied smile. I now looked forward to the rest of the time I was to spend in the mountains for the holidays.