Du Haute - Prelude

I remember looking at your sleeping face and wondering when exactly did I fall? I remember slowly drifting into a dream while I stared at your adam's apple. My thumb tenderly touched it to make sure that I dreamt of you. And dream of you, I did. You made sure of it too, didn't you, slyly slipping your hand under my clothes. With my ear on your arm, I could hear your pulse increasing faster with every passing second. Or was it my own heart, echoing in my ear? Was I mistaken? Was your affection just a fragment of my dream? Can it all be simple and less painful if I pass you off as a lovely dream too? I remember drowsiness fell as a spell on me, as the monotone rhythm of your breath fell on my forehead. Hehe. I could already hear you making fun of our height difference and see myself pretending to be annoyed. And yes, I could see that smug satisfaction slip into your smile. I never understood it. My fingers gently wrapped around your neck, drawing me back to the bed. And contour

Part 17 After the final choice... While the renovations to the main parts of the house were impressive, what Katherine did to our private space was nothing short of spectacular, and a bit shocking. The house had been redone so that the bedrooms were able to be completely isolated from the rest of the house. When Katherine showed me what had been done, the reason became obvious. The non-public part of the house was now what could only be described as the most lavish and well-equipped BDSM environment I could've imagined. The master bedroom looked more or less the same, except that the bed had been replaced with a more luxurious model that, unlike what you see in Ikea, had a cage of black iron that ran the length of the foot of the bed. And yet it was tastefully done, somehow. Like any good master bedroom, it had a luxurious en suite bathroom and a large walk-in closet. There were, if one looked closely, rings and hooks and attachments points for things all over, but discreetly pos

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"Man, it smells like a zoo in here", the waft of junk food and estrogen hits me square in the face as I open up the door to Mom's Suburban to get in. "Hi Jake!" It's late, and they have already been on the road for a few hours, but their spirits seem high. The giggling takes concerted effort to subdue. The view is pleasant enough: a pert ass in yoga pants moving off the captain's chair to the back row to make room for me. Emily catches my eyes from the other chair, she shakes her head as only a disapproving sister can, but can't hide a smile. "Saddle up cowboys," my dad loves a road trip: "and let's ride on out!" We are heading to our house in Mont-Tremblant for my sister's senior year winter break. My college is about halfway there, so makes for a convenient pick up on the way. I catch a ride as often as I can when my family goes up: the skiing is fantastic and it's good to get away from school. "I am so glad yo