View of the Lake

Elizabeth waited in the dark. Knees wide, head down, palms up on her thighs. Other than the collar and leather wrist cuffs, she was naked.

Exactly as he'd commanded.

Random sounds echoed down the hall and under the door, but mostly she could only hear the fan above her and her own breathing.

Finally, the door cracked and Christian stood backlit by the dying sunlight, but she quickly dropped her eyes back to the floor, hoping he hadn't noticed.

She didn't hear anything for a moment.

Then his boots were between her thighs and a finger gently pushed her chin up until their eyes met.

She couldn't help but notice a bulge in his jeans as her eyes passed.

He held her for a moment more, before shaking his head with a smirk.

"God," he muttered. "You're fucking gorgeous."

Heat rose in her cheeks, but she only smiled.

His hand cupped her cheek, then slipped back to grab her hair and pull her head back further.

"Ready to be a good girl for me?"

"Always, sir."

His smile grew, and gained an edge that thrilled and scared her.

Christian pulled a chain leash from his pocket and clipped it to the ring on her collar without breaking eye contact. Releasing her hair, he tugged up on the leash and she stood.

He let the leash drop. Walking around her, he took her hands and slipped a padlock through the d rings on each wrist so they were pinned behind her back. As he completed his circle, he slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp.

Without another word, he grabbed her leash and pulled her lips to his. While his tongue explored her mouth, his free hand roamed across her belly and pussy.

Elizabeth moaned as he spread her lower lips and started playing with her clit. She wasn't wet enough yet, but could feel her excitement building.

His finger hit her in just the right spot, sending a bolt of pleasure up through her. She groaned and he pulled back with another grin.

"That feel good?"

"Yes sir," she moaned, leaning in and begging him to kiss her again.

He tugged her leash instead, forcing her to stumble forward. Rather than catching her, he walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Elizabeth broke out of the lustful haze for a moment as her feet hit the cold floor.

"Christian..."

He stopped and arched an eyebrow at her.

She thrust her chin at the opposite wall with floor to ceiling windows. Pink and orange clouds lit up the sky as the sun set behind the mountain, reflecting off the lake beyond and broken only by the wake of passing boats. At the moment, there was one such boat slowly gliding through the water a few dozen feet past their dock.

Christian tugged again, but Elizabeth held her ground.

"Yellow."

Christian stopped and stepped back toward her. He put two hands on her shoulders and guided her back into the bedroom.

Elizabeth started shaking her head and apologizing, but Christian took her face in his hands and forced her to be still.

"Sunshine, look at me. You have nothing to be sorry for. What's wrong?"

"I... people will see."

"No baby, they won't."

Elizabeth's eyes widened.

"You know that after dinner cruise I took the kids on last night?" Christian said with a chuckle. "The one that we got back from right about..."

He dramatically checked his watch. "Now?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"I wanted to see how much you could see from the water."

He pulled his phone off the dresser and pulled up a video. The front of the house came across the screen, then zoomed in on the living room windows. The sunlight reflected off the glass, and while there were a few dark forms that were more shadows moving inside it was impossible to see any details.

"You knew I'd safeword."

"Of course I did," he smiled, this time gently. "No one knows my Sunshine better than me."

He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her in for another kiss. This one much more loving than the first.

"Trust me, no one gets to see you like this except me." He put his forehead to hers. "I've got you babe."

She smiled, arms still locked behind her back and completely naked except for the strips of leather holding her, but somehow safe.

He pulled her head to his chest. They stood in the doorway. Him stroking the back of her head, just holding her.

"What's your favorite color?" He finally said. "And if it's still yellow, I've got other nefarious plans that don't involve any windows."

She laughed and shook her head.

"Green, sir," she looked back up at him. "Probably a light green that has as a shade of yellow, but green."

He kissed her forehead and stepped back, tugging her leash.

This time, she let him pull her into the living room. Her heart started racing, but it was a mix of fear and excitement that she was surprised to find had more excitement.

He guided her to the long, wooden dining room table beneath the windows. It would easily hold four on each side, but he'd removed the seating benches. The wood itself was unfinished, but with a protective finish so it wouldn't give anyone a splinter, but the grain prominent if someone ran a hand over the surface.

He guided her to the center on the long end, facing the windows and sunset. From where she stood, she could see the water less than fifty feet away, but thankfully there were no boats in sight at the moment.

Her breathing grew shallow as Christian forced her feet apart, wide enough that her legs would feel the burn before too long, then wrapped a set of leather restraints that matched her wrist and collar around her ankles.

Then he walked around the table.

With a sly grin, he took her leash again and tugged her forward.

She bent over the table, following as he pulled her lower and lower until her chest was flat with the table. Then he kept pulling until she was forced to extend her neck and look forward.

His grin grew as he kept the tension on the leash and reached under the table. She heard a quiet click of metal against metal before he stood back up empty handed.

"Try to stand up."

She tugged, but the leash held her firmly against the wood.

"You can do than that," he said.

She tugged again, but still couldn't move.

"I can't move, sir," she said.

"Maybe you just need more motivation."

She heard a sharp slap, then a moment later the sting of his hand on her ass registered. She cried out, but he only laughed.

"Well, maybe you really are stuck..." He murmured. "But just to be sure."

This time she managed to only grunt as his hand landed. Then again. And again. 
"I'm really stuck!" She cried as the blows landed. "Please, sir!"

She tried to twist away from each blow, but the collar held her in place on the table and her legs were spread too far to do anything more than make her ass bounce enticingly.

Once or twice, she tried to reach back with her bound hands to protect her ass, but he simply lifted them with his other hand and continued.

Christian finally relented, leaving her to collect her breath and the heat on her ass to sink in.

Elizabeth flinched as Christian traced a fingernail over the red skin, which also gave her goosebumps from neck to toes.

Then his finger dipped between her legs. He spread her lips with two fingers, while another eased inside her. She moaned as he stroked her inner walls, curling up toward her spine. Then it slipped out and started massaging her clit.

"Fuck," she whispered. "Sir, please..."

Her hips used what little movement still available to grind against his hand.

He pulled back.

"Sir!"

She tried to look over her shoulder, but the leash held her tight. There was an obscene, wet pop and then a contented sigh.

"Delicious as always," he muttered. "Looking forward to more of that later."

He slapped her ass again.

"Well since you're not going anywhere, we might as well enjoy the sunset. I'm going to get a drink."

His footsteps echoed as he left her.

She managed to shift so she could rest her cheek on the cool wood, and the sunset beyond the windows was beautiful.

Behind her, she could hear him moving around the kitchen.

Ice dropped into a glass. A cork popped on a bottle. Liquid splashed and swirled.

Then footsteps came up behind her and a chair was dragged across the hardwood floor.

"Hold this for me, Sunshine."

He pressed her hands flat against the small of her back. Cool glass hit her palms, and she instinctively curled her fingers around it.

"That's the good whiskey," he warned.

"Yes, sir."

"You'll need to stay focused," his fingers traced up the back of her thigh. "I don't want to see a drop spilled."

"I'll try my best, sir."

Without warning, he thrust a finger inside her again, this time facing his hand toward her belly.

"There is no 'try,' Sunshine," he growled. "You will not."

"Yes, Master Yoda," she giggled.

"Oh, someone's feeling bratty?"

"No, sir," she said quickly. "I just thought you'd appreciate that I got the reference."

He started thrusting faster.

"Of course you got the reference," he said. "I would never be so derelict in your training as to leave you unable to recognize a quote from the greatest cinematic masterpiece of our time."

"Of course not, sir."

She sucked in a sharp breath as his finger connected with a particularly sensitive spot.

"You take such good care of me."

"Glad you think so," he chuckled. His thumb pressed against her clit while his finger curled inside her. "Now hush. I want to enjoy the view."

"Yes, sir."

Christian pulled the chair closer and sat, all without removing his fingers. He continued to play with her, though his pace slowed. Occasionally, he'd lean forward to pluck the glass from her hands, take a sip, and put it back without a word.

Elizabeth felt her pleasure building as the sun set. She did her best to keep quiet, biting her lip or squeezing the glass, but occasionally he'd hit just the right spot and she couldn't stop the gasp that slipped out.

Sometimes, he'd rip his hand away and spank her hard before resuming his torturous touch. Or he'd withdraw his hand entirely, leaving her grinding and thrusting into thin air.

Other times, he'd let it slide and keep going like he hadn't heard a peep.

The uncertainty only kept her more on edge.

Beyond the windows, boats cruised by. Their bow and stern lights threw colorful shadows across the water. Red, green and white mixed with orange and pink, creating a gorgeous reflection that she was only vaguely aware of as the tide of her orgasm crept higher.

"I could really get used to this," he whispered. "Definitely something I could do every night."

"Please..."

"You agree? We should do this every night?"

"It's... beautiful, sir." She managed. "But, please..."

"Please what, Sunshine?"

"Please finish me... I need it so bad."

"You mean this?"

She gasped as he suddenly increased both the pressure on his thumb and the finger inside her.

"Fuuuuck..."

Christian chuckled.

"Well my dear, I'd really love to, but my hand is getting tired."

"Your cock, please!"

"I don't know... you had a bit of an attitude earlier."

"I'm sorry, sir! Please, just fuck me. Show me you own me! Please!"

"Tempting as that is, I'm not sure that's much of a punishment."

He pulled his fingers out abruptly.

"No!"

"Excuse me?"

Elizabeth whimpered. "I'm sorry, sir. I just need you so bad."

Christian patted her ass gently.

"I know you do, baby. But I can't just let that outburst go. I was going to give you a treat, but now..."

He sighed dramatically.

Patting her ass again, he walked back into the kitchen. She heard more drawers opening, then felt him stand between her legs. She pushed her hips back as far as the leash would allow, grinding her dripping pussy against his jeans. She could feel the outline of his hard cock, and even the rough fabric was a welcome relief from the absence of his touch.

"Now, like I said, my hand is getting a bit tired."

He reached under her hips, and she felt a rope loop around her belly.

"But I don't think you're really desperate enough to properly beg for my cock."

The loop cinched, digging into her soft skin just above her pelvis. She felt him tie a knot in the small of her back. It was soft and smooth, something synthetic probably. Tight enough that she guessed there'd be rope marks later.

"So we're going to finish watching the sunset to give you time to figure out how to properly beg."

The rope passed between her ass and under the strands at her belly button. It wasn't lost on her that he made sure her clit was captured between the two strands.

The rope tugged several times, each movement pressing against her in a new and delightfully painful way.

Then the pressure eased for a moment.

"Will you try to do that for me?"

"I'll do it, sir."

She heard a click, followed but a hum and a new set of sensations as the pressure of the rope returned, but this time with a vibration.

"That's my girl."

"Fuuuucck..."

"That reminds me..."

Christian walked around the table. Elizabeth followed him with half hooded eyes and a vague wariness that didn't dampen the sensations coming from her clit.

He stopped in front of her. He got a stupid grin like a kid at his senior prom as he stroked her hair, which was now slick with sweat and matted to her forehead.

"God you're so fucking beautiful," he mused, then shook himself. "I mean, you're fucking hot. Let's get some airflow going to cool things down."

He turned and opened the two windows in front of her. Fortunately, they were the kind that tilted out, so even though they were open, the bottom of the frame covered most of the water.

And given her relatively low angle, if she couldn't see them...

Hopefully.

"I love how the sound carries across the water," Christian said. "You hear that owl? I bet its a mile away."

Elizabeth bit her lip. She'd be lucky if she didn't make herself bleed.

Christian leaned down so his mouth was at her ear.

"Color?" He whispered.

"I swear if you stop now-"

"Color?"

"Fucking green."

He kissed her temple and ran a finger through her hair.

"I won't hold that against you," he said. "But if you say anything, even ask for permission to cum, I will stop everything and leave you here while I go out on the boat for a lap around the lake. Then I'll come back and we'll start all over again. Nod if you understand."

She let out a pitiful groan, but nodded.

"Good girl."

He kissed her temple again, then straightened and walked around the table. Taking the glass from her hand, he went back to the kitchen and she heard the sounds of him topping off his glass.

Then he was back in the chair behind her.

He didn't risk his whiskey this time.

Instead, he left her to suffer with only the pressure of the rope between her legs to focus on. Occasionally, he'd run a hand up her thigh, or push the vibrator dangling between her legs so it swung around, changing the pressure and vibrations just enough to tease her.

Once, just as she thought she was about to ask for permission. he turned it off completely, but then pulled down for several seconds. The pain of the rope pinching her clit somehow drover her crazy and pulled her back from the edge simultaneously.

She tried to think about anything else. Her grandmother's kitchen drapes, the grocery list for next week, even reliving her last OB appointment.

None of those truly did the trick, and her jaw started to ache as she clamped down on any noise that threaten to escape.

After an eternity, pink clouds faded to dull grey, and a gold sky faded into black. On the odd moment her eyes weren't screw shut, she saw the moon had risen and Venus and Mercury had made their appearance in the summer sky.

Somehow, she recognized the clink of ice in an empty glass.

"That was a lovely way to spend an evening," Christian said.

She wasn't sure if she should respond or not, but she heard him push the chair back and stand.

"Well, bed time for me," he said. "You're good here, right?"

Panic filled her and she opened her mouth but a soft hand on her back stopped her.

"I'm kidding," he said, his voice gentle. "You've been a very good girl since your outburst. Would you like to know what such good behavior gets? You may answer."

"Yes, sir." Her voice was quiet, but full of need.

She felt the outline of his cock through his jeans as he stepped between her legs and pushed her against the table. The edge of the wood bit into her hips, but she didn't care. He leaned over, his weight driving the air from her lungs as he pressed her into the rough wood. One hand grabbed the back of her neck, then slid up the back of her head to grab a fist full of hair and pull her head back so his mouth was next to her ear. She felt his hot, lust filled breath as he delivered her sentence.

"It gets her a thick cock and a hot load deep inside her," he bit her ear hard enough to make her gasp. "And permission to cum if she asks for it."

"Please... I'll be your good girl. Just... please..."

"You're always my good girl," he growled. "Emphasis on MY. Now undo my belt before I change my mind."

He didn't wait for her. His weight lifted slightly, but then his teeth sunk into her shoulder. She cried out again, but then his lips were on her neck and rational thought went the way of the dinosaurs.

Her hands clawed desperately at his waist. Finally, they found his belt.

Fumbling with the buckle, she somehow managed to undo it and started to pull.

"Stop."

She obeyed without thinking. Both hands still around the buckle.

Christian stepped back. The belt half came off when she didn't let go.

She heard a zipper, then some rustling. All the while the rope and vibrator did their evil work driving her wild.

The buckle was pulled from her fingers.

A hand pressed down on her lower back.

"Don't. Fucking. Move."

She heard the click of a knife being flipped open.

"Nod to acknowledge that."

She nodded quickly.

Cold metal between her ass cheeks. It slid up her spine.

The rope bit into her clit worse than it'd ever been for a moment, then fell free with a final yank. The vibrator thunked to the floor.

The he was inside her.

There was no resistance. Only a desire for more.

He thrust into her in a familiar rhythm. Her walls contracted around him. Each time he pulled back, there was a moment's regret at the emptiness, then she was happily full again. Her vision was filled with whatever was written on the back of her skull. Her nipples rubbed against the wood as he pounded her.

Everything was too much and not enough.

"Sir, may-"

"Fucking come for me."

And she did.

It was stars, explosions, whatever the cheesy metaphor was. Times three.

Maybe four.

She felt him empty inside her. Warmth filling her belly.

The pleasure overrode everything. Even breathing for a few seconds.

Then his tempo slowed, and she started to come down.

Eventually, he fell forward, but not without putting his arms out to take most of his weight. A different kind of warmth glowed in her chest knowing that even in such a primal state, he protected her.

Eventually, his cock softened and she sighed in disappointment when it popped out.

"I'm leaking," she whispered.

"I put a towel down."

"You thought of everything, huh?"

He kissed her back.

"That's my job," he reached around and unclipped the leash from her collar. "Which is why there is a bottle of water and a glass of wine on the coffee table, a bag of popcorn ready to be popped in the microwave, and the Goblet of Fire queued up in the living room."

He kissed her shoulder where his bite mark was starting to turn purple, then slowly pulled her up.

"And a fluffy blanket?"

He chuckled as he unbuckled the wrist cuffs. Before she could bring them in front, he grabbed her wrists gently and forced her to slowly cross them in front of her belly.

"Two actually," another kiss on her shoulder. "One to protect the couch and one to cuddle under."

He placed her palms on the table, then bent to undo her ankle cuffs. He massaged her calves and thighs for a moment before straightening. He spun her around slowly.

"I love you," he kissed the tip of her nose, then her forehead.

His hands started toward the back of her collar, but she grabbed his wrists before they got to the buckle.

He cocked an eyebrow.

"Color?"

She looked up at him, and released a wrist long enough to stroke his beard.

"Very, very green, sir."