Chapter 1
We were having our morning coffee when Anna suddenly stood up and slid onto my lap. I smiled at her impromptu gesture… she never stopped surprising me.
What amazed me most was how present she always was with me. She never ignored me, never made me feel like an afterthought. When we were together, I felt like I was always on her mind, just as she was always on mine. I never doubted her love, not for a second. Whether we were sitting in comfortable silence or, even more so, when she was disciplining me, I felt it: that deep, unwavering connection.
She had a way of making me feel completely seen. Completely hers.
Sometimes she’d come up behind me, press a soft kiss to my neck, and whisper her love into my ear. Other times, she’d reach around, grasp my caged cock, and remind me, softly, teasingly, that this was my idea. That I’d begged for this. That it had saved our marriage. And how grateful she was for that.
I loved this woman so much.
As she squirmed purposefully on my lap, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief, she caught me off guard, again, by suggesting a camping trip. She’d already stretched our pegging honeymoon into a full week off, and now this.
It surprised me as we hadn’t been camping in years, even though we both loved it. Life had simply gotten in the way. But when she leaned in and said, “Think of it as the perfect end to our second honeymoon-slash-anniversary… just us, out in the wilderness, decompressing from everything,”
I was already sold.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked, warming to the idea.
“I have the perfect spot.” She grinned. “My boss owns a couple hundred acres right next to Swallow Falls State Park. His family’s had it forever. Used to be a logging site, but now it’s just wild, untouched forest. There’s an old fire watchtower on the highest hill with an amazing view. The state built it for wildfire monitoring back when they used people instead of drones. There’s also a small cabin with a generator and running water. He used to take his family there, but it’s barely used now. He said we can have it as long as we want.”
“That sounds incredible,” I said, already picturing the quiet isolation, the kind of peace we hadn’t had in ages. “I love it.”
She pulled out her phone and held it up. “Here. Look at this photo of the tower.”
It showed a towering structure rising above a sea of trees, mountains rolling into the distance beyond.
“Looks amazing. Is it safe to go up there?”
“He says it’s been maintained until about a year ago. It should be fine.”
“Sounds good,” I said, nodding.
“There’s a bit of a hike to get there,” she added, “but he says it’s worth it. The perfect way to wrap up our honeymoon.” Then she leaned close, her voice dropping. A wicked glint lit her eyes. “And I want to fuck you on top of that tower.”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
She smirked. “Yes. You. Bent over the railing. Me pegging you. Under the open sky. The final step of your surrender. How could it get more romantic?”
A rush of heat climbed my neck. I wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or turned on—but the answer, of course, was both. I shook my head and laughed softly. She always managed to push me in ways I hadn’t expected.
“I like it,” I said.
Her smile deepened as she pulled me into a deep, slow kiss. Then she whispered against my lips, “I love your ass.” She knew she owned it now and that she’d take it when and where she pleased. Even at the top of a watchtower, high above the forest.
“I love your ass more,” I whispered back.
“And I love you licking it. So we’ve got ourselves a mutual respect society,” she said with a playful grin.
The rest of the morning passed in a flurry of packing and preparation. When she finally emerged from the bedroom, ready to go, my breath caught.
She wore tight safari shorts that looked even shorter than I remembered… barely covering her ass. A white sleeveless top clung to her breasts, braless, her nipples visibly pressed against the fabric. She’d layered a loose safari shirt over it, unbuttoned and breezy. Around her neck, resting just above her cleavage, was the key to my cage. She wore it openly now, almost like a badge of honor. And though I doubted I’d be getting out of the cage on this trip, I was glad to see she had brought the key.
The drive took several hours. When we finally turned off the main road, we bumped along a narrow, dirt-covered old logging road. A couple of miles in, we came to a metal gate, chained and locked. Spreading out from the gate was barbed wire, and multiple no trespassing signs. There was also a sign that said the area was monitored by cameras.
I said, “Wow, it really looks like they don’t want anyone getting in there.”
Anna chuckled. “My boss told me they’ve had some issues with vandals, especially around the tower. Nothing major, but still unsettling. So, they put up the wire fence to make it harder for people to get in.”
She glanced out toward the perimeter. “That said, there are spots where experienced hikers can slip through. The cameras are only at the main gate here and a few hidden points along the fence. But most of the property isn’t actually fenced off—just the key areas. The rest is open for those who know how to navigate the terrain.”
I leaned forward, studying the gate. “So, how are we supposed to get past it? Do we have to hike in from here?”
Anna just smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve got the key.”
She hopped out, unlocked the gate, and waved me through before locking it again behind us. From there, the road turned rough and winding. I was grateful we had four-wheel drive. We crawled deeper into the forest until the road ended entirely, just as expected.
We parked, grabbed our packs, and started the hike in. We left some of our supplies in the SUV and I would come back later to get them. There was too much to tug up the hill, especially since we didn’t know how the terrain was going to challenge us.
The trail was manageable, thanks to the remnants of the old logging road. After a while, we came across a picturesque stream and a beautiful waterfall tumbling into a crystal-clear pool.
“This isn’t the main falls,” Anna said, checking the GPS. “It’s in the fenced in property. Private.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said, awestruck. “Perfect place for lunch.”
We laid out a blanket by the water and unpacked some food. Nothing fancy—just enough for a day or so, with the rest waiting in the vehicle for later. We sat quietly, watching the sunlight play on the waterfall, listening to the soothing rush of water.
After a while, Anna leaned back into my arms and sighed, her whole body relaxing. I couldn’t help but think how perfect this was and how smart she was to plan it. Here we were, just the two of us, no distractions, completely off-grid. I couldn’t imagine a better way to celebrate everything we’d become.
Then she spoke. “We’re all sweaty. We don’t have far to go—why don’t we take a shower?”
“In the waterfall?” I asked, grinning.
“Of course. We’re on private land. At this point, we are the only people out here.” Her eyes sparkled. “Let’s have some fun.”
Anna got and began to strip. I watched with rapped attention. I had seen her take off her clothes a million times… I had done it many, many times… but something was different. Here we were out in the open in what could only be called an ideal setting. I couldn’t decide which was more gorgeous, the beautiful falls, or the love of my life Anna. It was close, but it had to be Anna. Her body was perfect and her smile was even better… yes, she was the more beautiful of the two.
Still staring at her, I got up and stripped down to just my cage. Grabbing the soap and towels, I followed her. She navigated over the slick rocks with ease, her body glistening in the sunlight, until she disappeared into the cascading water. I heard her gasp of pleasure as the cool water enveloped her.
I followed her trail, setting the towels and soap on a nearby rock before stepping into the falls. The cold, rushing water hit me like an electric jolt, but the sight of her standing there, arms outstretched, spinning around, her hair soaked and clinging to her body, made it all worth it.
Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her deeply, savoring the contrast between the cold water and the warmth of her lips. It was a surreal, exhilarating feeling, holding her naked body in my arms, surrounded by the wilderness, the cascading water, and the sound of the rushing falls.
Unable to resist her, I began trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders. She moaned softly and whispered, “What are you doing.”
“Loving on my amazing wife,” I returned.
I reached her breasts, pausing there to tease and worship her until her moans grew louder. Slowly, I sank to my knees, spreading her legs beneath the relentless cascade of water.
My mouth found her center, and she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance. The force of the water nearly drowned me, but I persevered, the challenge only making me more determined. She climaxed again and again, her cries of pleasure echoing around us.
When she finally pulled me up, her legs trembling, we took a moment to catch our breath. I grabbed the soap, and together we began washing each other, giggling and splashing like kids at a water park. The moment was playful and light, a perfect balance to the passion we’d just shared.
We stayed under the waterfall longer than we’d planned, reveling in the intimacy and freedom of being out here together, alone in this beautiful, wild place.
In spite of my doubts, this “honeymoon” had started out far better than I had thought it would and the best was yet to come.
After our waterfall shower we moved back to the blanket. I sat down as stood there still taking in the sight. She was totally naked, her perfect ass right there in front of me. I was still charged up from eating her pussy and while my penis had gone down in the cold water, it began to swell again.
She stood and stretched, facing away from me. Her ass was practically begging for attention, and she knew it. My breath hitched. I couldn’t help myself… I leaned in and kissed one cheek, then the other, my fingers slipping between her cheeks and gently opening them.
I began to plant kisses on her ass cheeks moving toward the center..
“You couldn’t wait until we got to the cabin, could you?” she teased.
“How could I? You know what your beautiful ass does to me,” I said.
Anna said, “Once you start, you are going to have to finish.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I said, brushing my lips across her skin, letting her feel the warmth of my breath, the hunger in my intent.
“Bend over a little,” I murmured.
She arched her back with exaggerated slowness. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until we get to the tower?”
“No,” I said firmly, my grip tightening on her hips. “We’re roughing it. This falls and your ass are too beautiful to pass up.”
She laughed and then gasped as I spread her cheeks wider and leaned in, my tongue moving from top to bottom, pausing right where it made her tremble. She moaned, bending over further, her legs parting instinctively. She surrendered, right there at the edge of a crystal pool, lost in the wild with only the sound of the waterfall, birds high atop the trees, and her own sighs echoing in the forest. Her ass was mine and mine alone. It was something special, almost sacred, that I could do for her and unlike anything else I did to pleasure her. I love it so much that I often had trouble not climaxing in my cage.
“Mmm,” she hissed, tilting her hips as I took my time licking her, my tongue teasing her little rosebud. She wiggled her hips seductively.
I moaned, loving the way she reacted to every flick of my tongue. I could feel her fingers move between her legs, working her clit in rhythm with me, her breaths growing more rapid. A moment later, she tensed, her body quivering as she let out a soft, primal cry, her climax rolling through her.
I didn’t stop until her knees buckled and she climaxed several times before she collapsed onto the blanket, utterly spent. I followed her down, pressing one final, reverent kiss to her rosebud before sitting back.
I smiled, a wave of pride washing over me. As much as I loved this, it truly wasn’t just for me. This act of devotion was ours… something she had never allow anyone else to do. It was one of the ways I displayed my submission, a silent offering of devotion. And in allowing it, she reaffirmed her dominance, her acceptance of me in every way.
I pulled her into my arms, cradling her against me as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling in deep, satisfied waves.
“That was amazing,” she murmured, her voice husky with lingering pleasure. She turned her face toward mine, her eyes half-lidded, heavy with satisfaction. “No one pleases me with their mouth the way you do… especially back there. You might have to curry me to the tower.”
I smiled, a swell of pride rising in my chest. “Has anyone else ever done that for you? You know… given you that kind of pleasure back there?”
Her lips curled into a wicked little smile. “No one but you. My ass is all yours,” she said, her tone both playful and sincere.
My heart surged with pride. Out of all the men she had known, all the men who had pursued her, I was the one she chose. I was the man she wanted to share her life with, her passions, her deepest desires. She was mine—and I was hers.
I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself: They can eat their hearts out… because I get to eat her every single day.
We lay down together on the blanket, and I pulled her into my arms. For a long time, we said nothing. We were wrapped in our own quiet bliss, savoring the beauty around us—and each other. I still couldn’t quite believe my luck. To have found her, to have nearly lost her, and somehow held on. I knew in that moment I would never, ever take her for granted again. I would spend every day of my life making sure she knew exactly how deeply I loved and appreciated her.
Somewhere along the way, we both drifted off to sleep, nestled together beneath the open sky.
I awoke first, then Anna stirred beside me. We felt refreshed, recharged. After a few lazy stretches, we dressed and packed up our things, ready to continue our journey.
We quickly found the trail that led toward the fire watchtower. The path was a little overgrown, wild grasses brushing our legs, and the occasional low branch forced us to duck—but it was still visible enough to follow. Step by step, we climbed higher, the anticipation building with every twist and turn in the trail.
My biggest distraction, though, wasn’t the trail—it was Anna.
She took the lead, and every step she took ahead of me was pure hypnosis. Her shorts, still slightly damp and clinging even tighter to her curves, inched higher with every stride. The fabric crept up, separating her cheeks, framing them in a way that was impossible to ignore. With each movement, the lower swells of her ass peeked out, creating a rhythmic, tantalizing display that held my gaze captive.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About how, not long ago, my tongue had been buried between those very cheeks, how she had welcomed me so freely, so fully. The memory was fresh and vivid, and it turned every step of this hike into both a physical challenge and a slow, relentless tease.
It struck me then: I had several uninterrupted days ahead with Anna. Just her and me. No distractions. No escapes. That realization thrilled me, but it also filled me with a dawning sense of endurance.
During the normal week, Anna would be gone most of the day, giving me hours of reprieve. Hours when my caged penis could rest, uninspired and quiet until she returned. Then, the moment she walked through the door, my desire would reignite, and I would spend the evening in a delicious agony until sleep finally dulled the edge.
But here, out in this secluded wilderness, things would be very different. I would get my sleep, yes, but all of our waking hours would be spent together. Constant proximity. Constant temptation. No reprieve.
I realized, with a mix of excitement and apprehension, that this would be a greater challenge than I had ever faced. And yet, as I watched her hips sway in front of me, watched her body moving with casual, unconscious sensuality, I knew it was a challenge I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.
By the time we reached the summit, we stopped in our tracks, both of us breathless, not just from the climb, but from the breathtaking view that stretched out before us.
The fire watchtower stood tall and proud on the ridge, rising about sixty feet into the sky. Its steel frame was weathered with age, flecked with rust, but still solid. At the top sat a wooden cabin with a wraparound balcony, large windows facing every direction, like watchful eyes keeping guard over the forest. A metal staircase spiraled upward around the outside of the tower, gleaming in spots where the rust had flaked away.
We turned slowly, taking it all in—the endless hills blanketed in green, the winding ribbon of river cutting through the valley below, and in the distance, the unmistakable shimmer of the larger Swallow Falls. It was like standing in a painting.
To Be Continued
