Chapter Fifteen
Maggie
It’s been over an hour since we arrived at Sawyer’s Winery to listen to a band play. I feel warm and a little tipsy. My thoughts drift to Severin, and how I want to surprise him with a naughty little gift, and something small under the Christmas tree. I wonder what he would even like as a gift.
I glance at Matt. “Hey, can we walk to town? It’s only a couple of blocks.”
“I don't think Severin would like that,” he says cautiously. “He still has a bounty on his head. Too many eyes are watching.”
I roll mine. “Seriously? We have been here for over an hour, and nothing bad has happened.” I motion around the room as if I’m showing him we aren’t dead yet.
“Fine. But let me text Severin to let him know.” He grabs his phone from his jacket pocket. His thumbs type away on the screen. After a few pings and texts he pockets his phone. “Severin is okay with it as long as I keep a good eye out.”
I clap with excitement. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy to go shopping for Christmas.
We stroll along the sidewalk, our shoes crunching against the ice and rock salt.
Tiny clouds hang low above the mountains in the distance.
The whole view reminds me of everything my grandparents loved about this little place.
Black Mountain is considered to be like a little safe snow globe.
The old saying is the mountains take care of us, and my heart knows this to be true.
We get to the cobble streets of downtown.
The view of the festival is perfect. Garland dances around the light poles, with each one crowned with a glowing angel.
Their halos shine softly while their wings spread wide.
This was my favorite spot to come with my parents when they were alive.
They’d get me a fried apple dumpling from Molly’s food truck, and we’d sit on the curb watching the Christmasville parade.
An ache appears in my chest I haven’t felt in a long time.
I remember Mom’s laughter and Dad’s strong hugs.
Even though they’re gone, memories are wrapped in the special small town.
Standing here, I look at this magical wonderland.
Everything makes me feel alive and not so empty anymore.
Something sizzles inside me. All these feelings are sparked by a big, burly mafia man, whose presence brings danger and a heat I can’t ignore.
I continue strolling the street, yanking my coat tightly around me.
The wind cuts sharply even with the sun out.
The town is crowded with tourists and hometown famlies.
I smile at bystanders as they pass laughing with each other.
I look behind me, and Matt gazes around like danger might be lurking anywhere.
However, today is supposed to be fun, so I’ll let him worry while I have enough of a good time for the both of us.
Not to mention, I’m still a little tipsy from the winery.
I glance through the snow-frost glass windows. Holiday items shine on display with twinkling lights blinking around the frame. Then my eyes catch MoMo Doughnuts on the side of the street as a vendor. The scent of cinnamon sugar and fresh warm glaze drift in the air.
“You have to try one of these delicious floppy raspberry filled cream pastry, Matt.” I grab one off the sample plate.
He takes it, popping the pastry into his mouth, while his eyes never stop scanning the crowd. I shrug, not fazed with his manners. It’s his job to keep me safe.
I continue to amble more until I spot the Rose Consignment sign, tucked in between the toy shop and Tilman's music store. Matt stays right on my heels.
“Matt, can you stand outside the door? You’re scaring the customers,” I say teasingly.
He nods, scanning the small building then moving at the entrance and standing like a soldier watching everyone like a hawk.
I shake my head and continue to the lingerie department.
A small display at the back catches my eye.
I grab a few items off the rack, but the one really catching my eye is the candy-cane striped see-through gown.
It reminds me of how much Severin loves peppermint.
As I gather a few other skimpy, sexy outfits, I notice a narrow stairway leading beneath the floor. Above the entrance hangs a blinking neon sign flashing Bad Kitty. I’ve heard about this place before but never went inside.
The walls on either side of the steps are covered with artwork. Bright lips in every style and color, erotic sexual positions, and various drawings of genitalia align the area.
Walls lined with flat mannequins sit, each with coordinated outfits.
My cheeks warm with excitement as I check everything on displays, finding lingerie, corsets, sheer bodysuits, and much more. I start grabbing a few items as I go.
I move deeper into the store where this large inflatable candy-cane arch catches my attention. A sign dangles from the center reading, Candy Cane My ass!!!
I continue to browse, taking in everything when suddenly, I stop to stare at the four different Christmas trees. Each one is decorated with novelty vibrators, bright colorful butt plugs, miniature assorted lubes, floggers, and more arranged festive ornaments.
I snatch a few things off the tree, a little treat for myself and one for Severin. I return to the red curtain area, finding the dressing rooms. I place the toys on the bench and push aside the heavy curtain before stepping inside.
Setting my phone on the chair, I hang my outfits up with a smile. “Show time,” I whisper to myself.
I pick the red one-piece babydoll negligee with delicate white lace trim and a tiny red bow at the center of the V-neck to try on first. The fabric is silky soft. A shudder rolls through me as I imagine how Severin’s hands will feel against the garment.
I slip out of my snowflake leggings and sweater, shivering from the cold air hitting my bare skin. I ease the baby doll gown on, the silky hem falls just below the curve of my ass. My hands rub across the lacy top that hugs my tits perfectly and I turn to get a good look in the mirror.
“Oh…Wow.” I look great in this.
Maybe Severin will like what he sees too. I’m going to be brave.
I pull out my phone and bring up his name.
Me: Are you alone?
His reply comes faster than I expected. Isn’t he busy?
Severin: I am now. Are you okay?
Me: Oh I’m okay. I’m sending you something.
Severin: Okay, Reindeer.
The nickname sends heat straight to my pussy.
I lift my phone and angle it just right, then snap a picture. My heart pounds with nervousness. Hopefully, he likes what he sees.
I stare at the screen, waiting.
The dots start appearing, then they stop. What the hell?
Then the phone lights up with a facetime call from him and my heart skips a beat. I answer, checking my surroundings to make sure I’m alone. “Show me what your ass looks like when you bend over, Reindeer.” His deep voice echoes around the small space.
“Well, hello to you too, Severin.”
“Do what you’re told, Reindeer or I’ll bend you over my knee when I get home.”
I’m half tempted to not listen just so he will bend me over his knee and punish me. But after a moment I think better of it. I get into position and show him the way I look and the growl that comes from the other line, nearly has me getting on my knees. “Like what you see?”
“Prop the phone up on the shelf and get on the floor,” he demands.
“What?” I gasp. I look down at the floor and scrunch my nose. “It’s a dressing room floor. It’s not exactly very… clean.”
“I want to see your pretty pink pussy, Maggie. Do as you’re told.”
I stare at him for a moment before deciding what could be the harm in it. I set the phone on the seat and get onto the floor with my legs crossed and a smirk on my face.
He growls. “Open your milky thighs, Reindeer.”
I do, ever so slowly until I'm exposed.
He bites his lip and gets closer to the phone. “Good, girl. Now, touch yourself.”
My eyes snap to his and my mouth opens. “No way. Someone will hear me.”
“I’ve already texted Matt and told him not to let anyone downstairs. You are all alone, Reindeer.” He nods toward me. “Now touch yourself.”
Slowly, I trail my hand down my torso until I reach my clit. My eyes close when I make contact and I swirl my finger around it and hear Severine's breathy sighs on the phone.
“Your pussy is so pretty, Maggie. Show me how wet you are,” he groans.
I scissor my pussy open to give him a better view and shove two fingers inside. Fuck this feel great and the sight of watching Severin watch me is making me begin to pant. “Do you like that?” I sigh, pulling my fingers out and pushing them back in.
“Faster.”
I listen this time. Ready for my release before someone catches me. I pick up my pace, fingerfucking my pussy until the ends of an orgasm creeps near.
He notices by my change in posture that I’m close. “Let me hear you come, Reindeer. I wan’t you to scream my name.”
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, as my legs begin to shake. Then the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave and my back arches. “Severin!” I cry out letting the pleasure consume me until I can breathe again.
Severin licks his lips. “I can’t wait to taste you later. I’m on my way home.” Then he is gone. No goodbye or a see you later. Just ‘I’m on my way home’ and he’s gone.
The sound of him coming home to me entices a feeling I didn’t realize I had for him. I’m excited for him to come. Excited to be able to share the holidays with someone other than my dog this year. But home? Maybe he can be my new home too.