She looked at the cabin. It might be made of logs, but she could see that a lot of care and skill had gone into building it. She was tempted to try the door. It was probably unlocked, since, as Sykes had told her, there were no neighbors within ten miles of this place. She decided not to. She didn’t know how Will might feel about her just going into his house and making herself at home. He might not mind it at all, but all of the instincts she’d picked up from living in cities or close-packed suburbs told her not to do it. Anyway, she hadn’t seen him since her time at Gordburg had ended, and that was six months ago. She had no doubt that he’d remember her. What she wasn’t sure of was how he’d feel about seeing her again. For that matter, she wasn’t sure how she’d feel about seeing
him
again, especially outside of Gordburg. But she had to find out.
Tall pine trees grew thickly up to within twenty or twenty-five feet of the cabin. Where there were no trees, the ground was loose and sandy, bare even of grass. It almost reminded her of the main street of the old part of Gordburg. She could see some trails that led into the surrounding forest. Will might be along any one of them, sooner or later. She tipped over her duffel bag so that she could sit down on it and settled in to wait.
Her heart gave a tiny leap when she saw him emerge from the woods along one of the trails. He was wearing faded jeans and work boots, but he’d taken off his shirt, which was thrown over the same shoulder as the axe he carried. He looked a little sweaty and a little dirty, and he smiled when he saw her. He came over to her.
“I heard Sykes’ plane,” he said. “Came back to see what was up. Wasn’t expectin’ to see you so soon. How are you, Alexa Marx?” he asked. He wiped a hand on his jeans and held it out to her. She’d been hoping for a bit more than a handshake, but it was a start.
“I’m doing fine, Will,” she replied as she shook his hand. “So you got my reservation?”
“Sure did,” he nodded. “But you’re here a week early. The others won’t be here ‘til next Friday.” The way he looked at her, as if he knew that she knew she was early, and that he also knew why, made her feel oddly shy and girlish. She let go of his hand and just stood there for a moment. Will leaned the axe against the side of the cabin next to her duffel bag and started wiping the worst of the sweat and dirt off with his shirt. Hard muscles bunched and flowed under his tanned hide. Alexa felt her heart do another little jig as she watched him.
“So what brings you here so early?” he asked with a grin.
Distracted, Alexa was caught off guard. “I want to go back,” she blurted.
“Seems kinda strange, seein’ as how you just got here.” Will was still grinning.
“I mean, I want to go back to Gordburg,” Alexa said hastily.
“Is that some sort of invitation?” Will kept wiping.
“No. Yes. Dammit, Will, would you just put your shirt back on? You got the last of the sweat off you a while back.”
He laughed and slung the shirt over his shoulder. “So is it an invitation or not?” he asked.
“Can I explain?”
“I sure hope so,” Will replied.
“Okay. I want to go back to Gordburg.”
“I already got that. Why?”
Alexa took a deep breath. “You know how you told me I beat the unofficial record?”
“Well, yeah. I actually helped make sure that you would,” Will nodded.
“I thought so,” Alexa was able to grin back at him. “And thanks. But it’s like having an asterisk in my record, you know?”
“Yeah. I think I do. You want to beat Elf-Girl’s official record?”
“Yes!” Alexa said.
“Okay. Why?”
“So I don’t have that asterisk.”
“You do know that that asterisk is all in your mind,” Will pointed out.
“I know,” Alexa admitted. “But it gives me something to shoot for.”
“And it also gives you an excuse to go back to Gordburg, which you really don’t need,” Will said. “Now that you’ve already been there, you can go back most any time you want, and no one cares why.”
“I still need the excuse for myself,” Alexa said quietly.
“Okay,” Will nodded. “That, I understand. But it still leaves two questions in my mind. First, why did you sign up for a wilderness-training weekend here? You got around pretty good in the woods all by yourself.”
“I want to know more,” Alexa answered. “I want to find out how little I can get along with. I want you to teach me whatever tricks you know.”
“Okay. But why are you here so early?”
“You know damned well why!” Alexa felt her face reddening.
“Ah. More training, right?”
For a moment she wanted to wipe that smug smile off of his face, but he had it exactly right. “I missed you,” she said simply.
“So you just came for a visit and don’t want the extra training?”
“Do you want me to beg?” Alexa demanded. “Is that what you want?”
“I kinda liked it when you did it before,” Will chuckled, “back in Gordburg. You got to soundin’ so desperate, but it ain’t right for me to keep teasin’ you like this. We both know what you’re here for, and I gotta tell you I feel flattered.” He went past her, opened the cabin door and stood aside for her, holding the door.
“Bring your stuff inside, Alexa,” he said. “We’ll have a chat.”
Alexa picked up her duffel bag in one hand and the overnight bag in the other. She gave Will a quick, nervous smile as she edged past him.
“I let my hair grow out,” she said as she stepped through the doorway and into what looked like a small foyer. She could see a kitchen to the right and a living room to the left.
“So I see. You didn’t let it grow out all that much, though.”
“Think it’s long enough for you to get a grip on it now?” she teased.
She heard the door shut behind her, and then Will grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. She stopped dead in her tracks, feeling suddenly weak and dizzy. The bags fell from her hands.
“Seems to be,” Will said softly. He pulled slowly but inexorably downwards. Alexa sank onto her knees and looked up at him as he bent over her, her mouth open, her breath coming fast and shallow. Will’s smile was soft, but his eyes had a hard glint to them that she knew well. “You did this for me?” he asked. “Got to thank you, Alexa. Feels real nice. Real nice.”
All she could do was gape at him, her eyes wide. It felt so far beyond ‘nice’ that she couldn’t think of the right word for it. Maybe it was just because Will was the man pulling her hair, but from the instant he’d done it she felt utterly submissive and incredibly ready for whatever he had in mind. She kept perfectly still, except for the wild beating of her heart and the rapid heaving of her chest as Will squatted down alongside, still holding her tightly by her hair, and began unbuttoning her shirt with his free hand. He took his time, driving her arousal higher each time he loosened another button. When he got to the waistband of her jeans, he didn’t bother to try to pull her shirt out. Instead he peeled the garment down off of first one shoulder, then the other. He did the same with her bra straps before he unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it down. Alexa moaned feebly as he bared her breasts. She couldn’t see what he was doing because he still had her head pulled back so that she was looking up at the beams and rafters of the cabin roof. She moaned again as he fondled her.
“Already hard,” she heard him say as he brushed his fingers across her nipples. He sounded happy about it. “Shuck off that shirt and bra,” he ordered. Alexa obeyed. She wanted to do it calmly and slowly, but couldn’t. And when one bunched-up shirt sleeve didn’t want to cooperate she yanked furiously at it until it came free. She put her hands at her sides and kept them there while Will went on handling her body.
“Just as fine as ever,” Will murmured into her ear, making her shiver. “Get on up, female,” he ordered, pulling her upwards by her hair. The pain was enough to make her whimper, but nowhere near enough for her to want this to stop. She stood and waited.
“Now, get the rest of your clothes off,” he said. He kept his grip on her hair, which made some of what followed awkward. Alexa managed to shed her shoes without too much trouble, but getting her socks off required more effort and some contortions. When she unbuckled the belt to her jeans, Will demanded that she pull it free and hand it to him. She obeyed, even though she was unsure of what he meant to do with it. It was a thin belt, and it would certainly sting like hell if he whipped her with it. Once she’d handed it over, she unzipped her jeans, slid them down off of her hips, and moved her legs to help them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them in turn. Will looked her over. He fondled her ass and thighs roughly, gave her a sharp spank that made her jump and whimper.
“Hold still, now,” he said. He let go of her hair and before she could think of how to react he’d slipped her belt around her neck and pulled it snug.
“Pick up your clothes.” Alexa crouched down and gathered everything up, including her shoes. She still didn’t know what Will intended, but she really wanted to find out.
“This way,” Will pulled on the end of her belt and led her into the kitchen. He made her fold her clothes up neatly and stack them on the floor next to the heavy wooden kitchen table, then made her kneel on them. He wrapped the free end of her belt around one of the table legs.
“Stay there,” he ordered. By now, Alexa was so excited that it was all that she could do to keep from wriggling. Will opened one of the kitchen drawers and rummaged around in it for a moment before he found what he was looking for. He held it up to show her. She didn’t recognize it at first. It was long and thin and seemed to be made of clear plastic. Will approached her, smiling, playing with it, and she suddenly saw that it was one of those plastic police restraints she’d seen…well, she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it, probably on television, but she knew what Will intended to do with it. She crossed her wrists behind her before he could ask her or order her to.
“A little eager, I see,” he said as he looped it around her wrists. She heard the rapid clicking-zipping noise as he secured her with it. He patted her hip as he got up. “Well, I’m a bit hungry from choppin’ wood all mornin’. I’m gonna start cookin’ up some lunch and go take a shower while it’s heatin’ up. You just relax, female. I’ll be back in a minute.”
It was more than a minute, way more. She heard the microwave he’d started ‘ding’ when it was done and more time passed after that. But she didn’t care once she saw Will come back into the kitchen wearing ratty old dark blue slippers and a long bathrobe. His hair was still damp. He freed her belt from the table leg and held onto it as he pulled up a chair in front of her and sat down with a sigh.
“I’m still kinda sorry we didn’t have more time together in Gordburg,” he began. “Seems like we’d just started gettin’ into it when it was time to go. But I’m glad you won, Alexa Marx. Did that Lynette actually pay off her part of the bet?”
“They all did,” Alexa replied. “We all put our money in an escrow account beforehand. None of us really trusted any of the others.”
Will laughed. “Smart move,” he said. “That Martina was really pissed that you beat her out too. I keep thinkin’ if I had a shot at her I could fix her little attitude problem, but I always think better of it once I remember her bangin’ those two men out back to get them to go after you.”
“Yes. Thank you,” Alexa smiled. “I think that maybe you had a little more to do with making sure I was the last one than you’ve let on.”
“What?” Will grinned. “You think maybe I went around hidin’ your tracks when I found ‘em and givin’ bad information to the other hunters? That would be an awful lot of work, wouldn’t it?”
Alexa grinned back. “Yeah, I guess it would,” she said. “An awful lot of work. Only a skilled outdoorsman could pull something like that off, right?”
“I s’pose,” Will shrugged. He turned serious.
“You’re serious about goin’ back to Gordburg, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” Alexa nodded.
“I might not be able to get there the same time as you,” he went on. “You give any thought to bein’ bagged by another man?”
“Yes.”
“How about two or three men?”
“That still scares me a little,” Alexa admitted. “But it’s something I’ll have to risk if I want to get rid of that asterisk, isn’t it?”
“So you beat all the other women, and now you want to go for the record?”
“Yes.”
Will laughed again. “You could give all the hunters a run for their money, I’m sure.”
“Maybe I could,” Alexa said. “I’d just like to get some training before I go back.” She paused. “In everything.”
“Yeah. There’s a lot we didn’t get to do, isn’t there? Anything in particular you want to try on for size, now that you’re here?”
“There’s this one thing that worries me,” Alexa replied.
“What’s that?”
“Anal sex,” she said with a shudder. “I’ve read about it, but I’m still skittish. What if I get caught and they want my ass?”
“Oh, Hell, once they get a taste of that tight little pussy of yours they won’t be thinkin’ of tappin’ your ass.”
“But…what if they do?”
“There’s ways to keep it from happenin’. But I think you want to find out for yourself.” Will sighed again and leaned back in the chair. His robe fell partway open and Alexa saw that he was naked under it.
“I do,” she said. “Can you teach me?”
“A week’s not enough time to give you more than an introduction, Alexa,” he said. “And nowhere near enough time to get you in condition to handle me. I gotta admit, I’m sore tempted, but a week just ain’t enough time.”
“Well, give me the introduction anyway,” she said. “Just in case. Please.”
“Tonight,” Will agreed. “In the meantime, we can cover some of the other things we didn’t get to do.” He unbelted his robe and threw it open, then put his hand on the back of Alexa’s head and pulled her towards him.
“Suck it, female,” he ordered. “And when it happens, you’ll swallow.”
“Yes, Master,” Alexa smiled as she opened her mouth. He was only semi-erect at the moment. It was enough to make it easy for her to take him in her mouth. As she felt the thick head of his cock slide between her lips, she closed her eyes and took him in further.