WINTER CAPTIVES – (New Adult Short Story)


            As we slept (all of Georgia’s sons and daughters) that infamous Sunday night, in February, the second arctic blast spread across Georgia like a runaway freight train—it fell over our houses, buildings, Roads, and waterways! Even our peach orchards, with its beautiful white veil of lacy flakes, had the appearance of a wonderful winter wonderland. Only—this time—we Georgians were prepared for war! We would not be snowed in without a fight!  During the night I had fallen into another one of those deep winter night trances. In doing so, I temporarily, ignored the impending peril barreling towards the sides of the Blue Ridges of Georgia. Unbeknownst to us all, behind the snows beautiful lacy veil were thousands of icy daggers.          

Those sharp and jagged edged weapons of nation were bound and determined to stab the ridges to death. Not realizing it, at first, the beautiful veil of snow had begun to leave in her path hundreds of helpless victims—too stubborn to leave their sumptuous and lofty mountain retreats! However—in reference to my own resolve and survival—I would not be claimed by Mother Nature’s icy bitch…well…at least not without having to fight the good fight.                                                                                                                  

No—I’m afraid the Lady Elle (Me) had a “trusted agent” on her team that day! This gentleman and rogue (in a good way) was one of Georgia’s very own national guardsman, and National hero.  Beyond any fear of reproach, I believe that in his mind that his resolve for my safety was simple. Nothing was gonna happen to me—Not on His Watch! Little could, either of us, have suspected how much that resolve and gallantry would impact our lives intimately! It all began rather abruptly: with the first blanket of beautiful snow!                                              

“Ring…Ring…Ring”—went the little Smartphone under my pillow…surprised the signal was able to get through. “Hello”—I said in a, very, sleepy and raspy voice. I recognized the voice on the other end immediately—it was that trusted agent and confidant of mine. “Hun… Auh…You need to come down off the side of that mountain…now…and I mean right the hell now!” A frown of discernment descended upon my face: as I struggled to retain his warning, mentally. I immediately and swiftly jumped from my bed to run to the back door. Trusted Agent number one—could hear me struggling to unlock the door—yet he waited patiently—as I gained a full visual of the unsuspecting deadly white veil. The side of the mountain was covered, in layers of snow—it was surreal.                                                                             

“Holy shit”—I recanted! “Baby there has to be four inches on the ground, already!” I pulled my hair back, as I cupped my cell phone in my neck—all in an effort to pull my curly tresses into a ponytail. “Elle…hun…how long will it take you to pack a bag?” Another frown of dismay descended upon my face, but with a little folly accompanying it. “Uh…soldier here baby…I packed my bags last evening—just in case!” I could hear him chuckling like crazy. “I might have known…Good Girl”—Allan (the confidant and trusted agent) recanted: with a voice riddled in southern drawl and sensual headiness! Now get the hell off the side of that mountain…right the hell now!”

 to center of the lofty walkway. His glare towards me pierced my flesh like a butter knife. Suddenly, we stopped to look one another eye to eye: both smiling and cooing at one another. Top laid those strong brawny hands on my shoulders softly—in an effort to gain my focus and to steady me. “Listen beautiful…relax okay” his hands gave me a squeeze of awareness. “You are here with me, and I give you quarter (soldier for due care)!”  He gave my body a little shake to break the intensity of the moment. “Don’t ever feel frightened, ashamed, or uncertain when you here…this place just got a breath of fresh air!” My eyes lit up like sparkling diamonds—these were words I desperately needed to hear. “Lady Elle…you belong here…please except the fact!” Allan said not another word, but simply embraced me with heart that time…I could feel the desperation in his touch. For the next few days, I would be home. What a revelation!                                                                                    

Of course, by this time all of my senses were heightened, and curious!  He dropped both his hands to my lower back, and gave me a slight squeeze (relaxing any concerns)—chills flared up and down my backside—like a runaway freight train…no kidding! “You are the truly the Lady of the Manor , right now, its time to make you as much at home, as possible.” Smiling, I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek—he moved quickly—-my lips and pucker hit him “spot on” the lips. The sneaky gentleman opened my lips with his tongue and slide it in. Pulling me closer to his chest Allan kissed with a force that literally sucked the air straight out of my body! I would be dishonest if I said…I didn’t enjoy every moment of it. My stomach didn’t feel butterflies—it felt gentle bee stings. “Damn…that freaking boy—he was just something!”

Once we re-engaged one another we journeyed on down his long lofty hallway. He stopped at this odd shaped door. I say not a word, but simply stood there calmly  and curiously. “Well…I guess you are wondering about the shopping situation…hah?” That clever and maniacal smirk never left his face. His strong hands pressed against my stomach gently, as he opened the closed door. My eyes grew as large and stunned! I could not believe what was there before me. That door was to a small, yet elongated elevator that led to the levels below. All I could do was shake my head from side to side in total amazement and pleasure! The Master of the Manor stood next to me chuckling his heart out. “I take it you are both pleased, and somewhat surprised at what’s behind door number one?” I could barely speak to him: because I was too busy laughing my behind off. “Dammit boy…I can’t imagine what is in store for me the next few days!”  Again…another kiss, a few squeezes, and of course…the cupping of my face. Have no idea what was up with that…but I loved it!

Allan sat me down on the little, padded leather, bench to the left side of the elevator. Underneath the bench was a beautiful little fluffy basket. “Hun…use the little basket to fill with all the goodies you are going to bring back up.” He kissed me softly on the lips, and stepped away slowly. I could only muster a few words from lips. “Okay hun…I shall do my best.” Smiling, I pressed the button, my self, before he could to close the elevator door. Slowly I descended down towards the cellar. I could see him watching me from the cameras above. I looked up with a very sinister smirk on my face. “VOYUER”…I screamed!” I could hear his sexy ass chuckle via the intercom. Shit…this boy didn’t miss a clue, in this manor! However, those soft bee stings were beginning to feel a bit like “yellow jackets” here and there, of course…in a good and not so creepy way. Allan wasn’t that type.

Finally—I reached the bottom to the cellar, and the doors opened slowly.  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I opened and shut my eyes two to three times, as I stepped off the elevator slowly. I remember thinking to myself that it felt as if I were back on strip in Vegas (at those boutiques). There was not only a cellar filled with a million different libations, but three other little boutique styled rooms with smoky windows.  Of course—I went straight for the shopping jugular. I hit up the cigar humidor first, and with a vengeance! I picked out two of my favorites, and two cigars I felt Mr. Hewlett Packard retired would love and enjoy (Aston VSG, Diamond Crown, Custa Rey, and Padron). I wanted to pick a few libations next, but my curiosity about the other rooms got the better of me. I immediately open the door to the darkest room of them all. “Hey…it was literally calling out my name!” I simply couldn’t resist.

“Lord have mercy”…no way! It was a little boutique filled with long silk gowns, robes, and a few new body libations (adult toys). Let’s just say that from there I filled that little basket with all that it could hold from the little in house boutique. I could hear Allan’s little chuckles and coos over the intercom system as I shopped. Next—I hit the cooler with the wines and bourbons: grabbed a bottle of Melbec, Chardonnay, Hendrix, and Johnny Blue. My little basket was so full I had to carry it over to the elevator with both hands cradled on each side. I pressed the button, and began to ascend upstairs. First—I stopped at the dining and kitchen level first to unload…just a bit. I dropped off the cigars and drink libations—before slowly ascending back to the upper level of the manor—where the Master was waiting with his lips pursed, and eyes filled with potential mischief and curiosity. “Um…just saying!”

“Sssssoooo…what do you think of my little mini shopping venue”? I reached for his waist again, as he stroked the side of my neck gently—not forgetting to play a bit in my auburn curly tresses. My mouth began to drench itself with moisture: for whatever reason. Though I tried not to observe my ever emerging nervousness—it was to no avail—Mr. Hewlett Packard’s power gaze went all over me—it was time to throw in the white flag (surrender). Someone needed to break the momentum just a bit—so I volunteered for the mission. “Mr. Master of the Manor”…I said as slow, southern, sensual, and coyly as I could. “Please…leave some pieces of clothing on my body…will you!” Aroused, amused, and intrigued Allan slowly bowed and curtsied in front of me. “Girl…you gotta forgive me please…its not that it can’t be helped—its simply that I have no will too !” I could only manage a nod, at that point.

The Lady of the Manor was truly losing herself in the moment. I backed up slowly against the armoire: not realizing it was behind me. “Damn”…I said softly. “I guess I am flanked in here with no where to run”—I uttered as tiny short breaths escaped my body in rapid repetition!” Allan arched his brow, and smiled at me—very warmly, I might add. “You damn debutante’s…damn!” I didn’t know if that was a slight or a compliment?

That said—all that I could must out of my mouth were the words…”Mr. Author!”  The expression on his face gave me pause. “Listen…and I mean to listen good to what I am about to say to you, hun…know that I mean these words in the most sincerest and complimentary of ways.” I felt as he were scolding me, but with kit gloves on. “We are both locked in for the duration of this primal animal of nature—lets take this opportunity to make the best of it—besides I am both elated and relieved that you are here where I could watch over you…ok…and possess you as well! How is that for romance”…he uttered sternly and passionately.  We both smiled and giggle a bit. Suddenly—both our chests released the breath we were holding in due care.  We both needed to employ our out of control incredulous:  because we were both, prematurely, ready to push certain envelopes. The timing was far off the marker for that. Our cooler heads took charge of the manor’s quarter—-thank God for that!

Frantically—Allan forced himself out of the Lady’s personal space! “I will do nothing…and I mean nothing…that would compromise you or your opinion of me—I won’t!” My eyes looked at him with nothing short of compassion, understanding, and most of all…adulation! “Baby…as if I would ever…and I mean ever…look at you in that manner!”  The gentleman finally calmed himself: just a bit to hear my retort. “Listen…we are here together, baby!” I raised my hands to stroke his arms—all in an effort to calm his agitation and dismay. “Listen to me Stanton…I am like no other woman you have been with in your life, married or dating! “Shit I see…Allan said…pulling at his hair in an attempt to further calm his nerves, and “dress right dress himself” (get focused). “It’s been a long time since you called me Stanton—-I like it Baby!” “Hhhhhmmm…I can’t see calling you any other name under these peculiar circumstances…but its also a bit sexy and sensual to me darling. ! Don’t you think…my dearest?” First Soldier stood their looking at me, smiling and blushing…just a tad. He stood at immediate attention, poked out his chest, and winked at me—all in an effort to calm me, and the moment. I loved it—because I understood the gesture!

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