Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

He left, leaving her there, soaking in the mud, nude and completely unaware. It felt like forever but it was only just an hour. The tightness of the collar around her neck was uncomfortable. Every time she tried to breathe, she could feel the strain of the collar. Every time she tried to move a little bit, the little leash attached to it pulled which led to even more discomfort for the slightest of movement which proved its strain around her neck. It enhanced it more. She literally couldnt move much. Chloe wasnt weak but neither was she impervious to the cold. And as the time wore on and he still didnt come to get her, it got colder all because of her current situation. Nude, drenched in mud and the smell of that dank beer becoming more prominent for some reasonprobably because thats all she could think about and how ghastly she looked because of itand as it grew darker, the mud became cold. Thats what made it even colder. It was like she was surrounded by cold so it stuck to her bare skin even more. Her hands rubbed her arms gently, trying to stimulate some warmth but at that point, it was pointless. At that point, whatever she had been thinking about had dissipated and all she could think about was being warm again. Chloe always loved the cold but that was because she had the option of putting on more clothes. Right now, shed give anything to be able to put on some pants and a shirt, just to feel more than the chilling cold directly against her skin which was riddled with goosebumps. It got worse. It started raining and thats what made it even colder. At this point, she thankfully got rinsed off the mud and the staunch beer, even wiping herself in her hair, her arms, her entire body to rid of the disgustingness and she felt clean and wholesome all over again but then she felt even more cold. What was he doing? Was he going to leave her out here in the rain all day? All night? Did he not realize that this is exactly how someone would catch pneumonia? By being out in the cold with even colder rain? Was he trying to kill her? Eliminate her so that Henry would be back to his old self and want to hang out with his friends again, want to go to these parties, get drunk, bang a really submissive slut and call it a night at the end? Was that what he wanted? The thought added chills to her. Chloe could feel her heart beginning to speed up in its beating speed and she swallowed hard, harder than normal because of the restraint of the collar. Her insides began to shiver and shake, her arms wrapped around herself and she looked around her a little warily, her blue eyes always looking back to the patio doors to see some possible movement and life where he may emerge and bring her out of this slum and hell. No such luck. For now it really seemed like she was out there forever, definitely more than an hour. When he had put her out there and kept her there, it had been day time. It was night time and raining. She never felt more cold, never felt more discouraged and never felt more so demeaned. It was true, not to say never, but in this case, it was true. She was pure vanilla, straight from the bean. This was proof. The moment he emerged however, and he was soon standing right there before. Why he had a hose, she did not know because she felt she had been drenched in the water enough. She was clean from the mud and the beer but she was shivering. Chloe didnt look at him at all as he spoke. She started thinking again while listening to him. Did she want to do this? Even if she had made up her mind, it had been before she was put through this for as long as she had been, the entire day basically. Then she started thinking about Henry all over again, how happy he may be if she did this, how happy shed be because she properly proved a point and learned just how much she would enjoy this. But with this guy? It was only for a week, until Henry came back, so shed be prepared, so she could give him the best welcome home possible, one hed probably never expect. Was it all worth it though? He finished his words and she looked up at him finally, blinking her eyes a little bit tiredly before her lips parted and she spoke. The third type. She said softly, tilting her head to the side curiously. I dont intend to tell you to fuck off as you release me. I dont intend to leave. I came this far. Froze. And Im here and I dont plan on going anywhere. Her voice shook as she said it but not because she was scared or about to cry. She was just cold out of her mind. So will you do it? Will you train me? She asked and then swallowed hard, the uncomfortable feeling of her body shaking within and impacting her words becoming prominent. Will you make me yours? She almost whispered now. For. A. Week. And she said it slowly for the purpose so he understood this wasnt a life choice. But a choice simply for the week. This was a week long arrangement that was asking for.