Snowbound Hearts
Copyright© 2025 by Heel
Chapter 3: The Splint
Western Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Splint - Trapped together in a remote mountain cabin as a brutal winter storm rages outside, a gruff gold miner and a determined stranger must rely on each other to survive. What begins as an uneasy alliance soon sparks into something neither expected — a fierce, undeniable connection that burns hotter than the fire keeping them alive.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Horror Humor Western BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Torture Doctor/Nurse Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
The storm still rattled the cabin walls, snow slapping against the roof. Inside, the fire flickered, warm light dancing over the small room. The woman lay on the cot, leg stretched before her. The leather boot had long been removed, leaving her lower leg free – swollen, bruised, and throbbing. Her heel was nicely rounded, puffed here and there, and painfully tender, and her small toes peeked from beneath the blankets.
Jed Calhoun crouched beside the cot, elbows braced on his knees. He glared at the leg, muttering under his breath. He liked his solitude, his quiet, his hills. He hated being dragged into someone else’s trouble. Yet the severity of the break left him no choice.
“Can’t stand on this leg, huh?” he asked, voice rough.
“No,” she said through clenched teeth, fists gripping the cot. “I can’t. But I can handle lying here.”
Jed grunted. “Fine. We’ll brace it. You stay still.”
He tore two long, straight slats of wood from his supplies, roughly the length of her leg, and wrapped them in cloth for padding. Carefully, he slid one along the outside of her leg and one along the inside, the cloth cushioning her swollen ankle, twisted lower leg, and heel. She hissed sharply, teeth clenched, but forced herself not to flinch.
“Easy ... don’t move,” Jed muttered, pressing the slats gently against the contours of her leg. “Ankle first. Heel next.” He adjusted the slightly swollen, nicely rounded heel, making sure the padding conformed without pressing directly on the tender spot. “Hold still. This’ll hurt a bit, but it’ll stop the leg from twisting further.”
She let out a short cry, eyes flashing with determination. “I can take it. Just ... don’t move it more than you have to.”
Jed grunted, securing the slats with strips of cloth, wrapping from ankle to calf in overlapping layers. He worked slowly, knotting each strip tightly enough to hold the wooden braces in place, but not so tight as to cut circulation. He made sure her toes were free. Peeking pale and small beneath the bandages, they flexed lightly as he worked.
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