by Stella Noir
But she insisted that they have never spent time here and have very little connection to the people here, which is all the better for my plan.
I arranged for us to meet up around noon because I know that there is no one around at this time, especially on a Friday. The station is pretty much deserted around this time because there are no trains leaving or arriving for another hour.
It is best if no one sees her boarding that boat with me or even meeting me at the station. If someone did, I would fuck up my entire plan for today.
I wait until the cab is out of sight and check the surroundings before I show myself to her. She casts me a shy smile as she walks towards me, barely able to maintain eye contact.
"Hello, Liz," I greet her, lifting her delicate hand up to my lips and planting a kiss on the back of it.
She blushes. Silly little girl.
"Hello, Mr. Clark."
"Leonard," I correct her.
She looks completely different than she did when I first laid eyes on her. She is wearing an unobtrusive dress with thick, black pantyhose underneath and a dark red coat over it. Her slim legs end in almost knee-high boots, and she has a giant, dark green scarf wrapped around her dainty neck.
Her long hair is pulled up into a loose bun, and she is wearing far less makeup than she did last week, but still has her eyes circled with black eyeliner and thick mascara that makes her eyelashes appear about twice as long and dense as I assume they would naturally be.
I will know soon enough.
She took my words of warning to heart and is carrying a bag over her shoulder that would easily be big enough for an overnight bag.
I told her to dress casual and to bring extra clothes, and she obeyed both. What a good girl.
I am sure she will still give me plenty of reasons to spank her. Spank her like she's never been spanked before. This girl has no idea what's coming for her.
"Ready?" I ask.
She nods. "Of course."
I don't think so, but we will see about that.
"Let me take that," I say and take the bag out of her hands before she has a chance to protest.
"Thank you," she whispers, sounding a bit lost.
I lead the way while she follows me, always half a step behind, as if she knew that that is how it's supposed to be with me. Of course, this would be a lot better with a collar around her neck and a leash in my hands, but that will have to wait until later.
The train station is very close to the pier, within walking distance. I looked up the route I want to walk with her before. Again, we find ourselves in a forest, shielded from the eyes of those who are driving along the road that leads to the train station. It is not the fastest way, but it is the most secluded. Chances are we won't encounter another soul here.
"You really like forests," she comments as we disappear into the shadows of the trees. It's a sunny and cool day.
I nod. "Don't you?"
"I told you—I'm the only person who ever strolls through the forest on our estate," she says.
That tone. She sounds a bit too sullen for my taste. She is quiet and reserved but doesn't appear to be scared or intimidated at all.
I would like to change that.
"You must trust me a lot," I say, observing her from the side. Again, she doesn't give me the satisfaction of a visible reaction.
"Should I not?" she asks without looking at me.
"We hardly know each other," I interject.
She shrugs. "You cannot rape me because we both know that I am willing to fuck you."
She pauses and we both come to a halt. Liz looks up at me, her eyes as green as her scarf. They seem to be especially dark today. With the degree of changes in their color and brightness, I begin to wonder whether she is wearing contact lenses.
"And if you plan to kill me, that would be really stupid," she says in a matter-of-fact voice. "Besides, why would you want to do that?"
She smiles. A beautiful, but somehow solemn smile.
"You just want to fuck me," she says. "And there's nothing wrong with that because I want that, too."
"Hard," she adds.
I chuckle. It's cute how she thinks she is completely in control and aware of all the possible outcomes that this day might lead to. So wonderfully naive.
She blushes with anger and frowns at me. "Why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not laughing at you," I defend myself. "I agree with everything you say, and I am glad you trust me."
I place my arm around her and pull her close in a sudden motion. She gasps in surprise but doesn't resist when I push her slim frame against my side while we continue walking.
I am painfully reminded of why I chose to keep my distance from her before we reach the boat. The way she feels within my grip does something to me. It awakens the monster. My cock instantly rises to attention, agitated by wild thoughts that take a hold of me. Savage, dirty thoughts of what I want to do to her.
What I will do to her. Soon.
My stride grows wider and faster. I need to get her on that boat as quickly as possible. I need to be alone with her. Alone and safe from the eyes of others.
She looks up at me from the side but doesn't say a thing.
Finally, we reach the pier. I place my hand at her back and gently push her forward on the jetty. There are only two boats anchored at the moment.
"The one on the right," I say. She walks ahead as I follow her, scanning my delicious acquisition from behind. I cannot wait to peel her out of those clothes. She is wearing way too much.
The autumn sun is at its peak as we walk along the jetty, blinded by the water reflecting the sunbeams that pierce our eyes like shimmering daggers.
"It's nice," she comments as we step on the boat.
The yacht is rather small with two luxurious sleeping cabins, a hot tub and a sundeck that I am sure I will never use. I plan to be out of here by the time summer returns.
I take Liz's hand to help her get on deck. She looks at me expectantly.
I lead her to the bridge deck, which is equipped with a sitting area in white leather. Just like everything else on this yacht, the design is contemporary and light, featuring taupe on the upper deck and bleached oak on the lower deck, which creates an interesting contrast from inside to outside.
Thanks to the blazing sun, the bridge deck is still warm enough to sit outside even out on the water where it will be much colder.
"Sit," I order her, gesturing towards the sitting area. "Make yourself comfortable while I get us out of here."
She nods and follows my gesture, but stops midway, turning around to me.
"Can't I sit next to you at the helm?" she asks. "I've never been on a yacht like this. It would be interesting to watch."
I look at her, contemplating if this was the right moment to insist on commanding her and expecting full obedience, but decide otherwise.
Not yet.
"Sure," I agree.
She has been visibly tense since we stepped on the yacht, sitting up unnaturally straight next to me as I steer the boat out onto the lake. I plan to put as much distance between us and the riverside as possible.
Coincidentally, this also brings us closer to my house, which has a pier of its own. But she doesn't need to know that right now.
"Where did you tell your family you were going?" I ask.
The question appears to come out of the blue for her. She has been observing the water ahead of us and is startled at hearing my voice.
"Nowhere in particular," she says. "I didn't have to tell them anything. All they want to know is whether I will be around for dinner."
"And will you?" I ask, knowing quite well that she won't.
"No," she says. "I told them I would grab something downtown."
"Is that what you told them?" I interrogate. "That you're going downtown?"
"Yes," she says. "Bookstores, shopping, meeting a friend... things like that. They don't care."
I do. It's important for me to know where
her parents think she is.
"Did you tell anybody that you were meeting me?" I continue my questioning.
She chuckles. "What? Do you want to hear if I told any of my girlfriends about you?"
Yes, but for different reasons than she thinks.
"I do."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," she says. "But I haven't told anyone about you, or this, or about what happened in the forest at my parents' place."
Good. Very good.
"How come?" I ask.
She sighs. Her eyes wander back to the horizon where there's nothing but water ahead of us. Luckily, there aren't even any other boats or yachts within sight.
Fate seems to be on my side today.
"I don't talk about this kind of thing," she says. "It's none of their business. Besides, I don't have a Sex and the City-type gang as friends, who sit around and chat about their sexual exploits all day."
"Too bad," I say. Of course, I couldn't be happier to hear this.
We have reached the area of the lake I intend to cast anchor. For now.
The yacht is now located at the widest part of the lake. Wide enough to be far away from the riverside, but able to set anchor away from the main route that most boats take. I would hate to be interrupted because we're in somebody's way.
I stop the engine, cast the anchor, and prepare everything for our temporary parking while Liz observes me with big eyes.
She looks like a young school girl sitting next to me. The way she is sitting, upright and attentive, while her big eyes follow every single one of my motions. So innocent with that naive aura around her, even though I know she is anything but a virgin. She has a twisted mind—the marks around her ankles proved just that.
My cock twitches at the thought of tying her up the way she has fantasized about and doing things to her that may or may not have been part of those fantasies.
I turn around to her.
She reciprocates my gaze, looking up at me with eyes that are now closer to blue than ever before. We are sitting below the shades that cover the area around the helm, but it is still a lot lighter out here than it was in the forest.
Her eyes seem to reflect the blue sky above us. It seems silly to me that I have ever mistaken them for green.
My plan was to sit out on the deck with her for a while. Have a drink, chat—what a normal couple would do.
But I am not normal.
The beast is raging inside of me, impatient to finally have a taste of her. A real taste.
Keep it together, keep it together.
You'll have her. All of her.
My fists unwillingly clench as I try to figure out what my next move should be.
She notices it just as she did out on the terrace at the party.
"Why do I make you angry?" she asks. Her voice quivers.
There it is. She is scared.
Deliciously scared.
"Get up," I command her.
She flinches at the sound of my voice. The beast is right there, dancing on the tip of my tongue. I can no longer hide it, and I know I won't be able to have a conversation with her right now.
I need to feed the beast first.
"Get up!" I repeat, louder this time. "I'm not going to say it again."
Her eyes widen with fear and her cheeks blush. She likes this. Her flushed cheeks are just as much of a telltale as her erratic breathing.
She jumps up from her seat and takes two steps away from me.
There's nowhere to run, little girl.
She stares at me, her eyes wide open with that delicious panic. Her breathing has changed to that exquisite rhythm I love so much.
I get up from my seat and dart forward, grabbing her upper arm as I come to a halt in front of her and pulling her so close to me that her delicate body is pressed against mine. She gasps in surprise and stares up at me.
"I know you don't mind," I whisper. "I would like to get a taste of you now. I'm sorry, it can't wait."
Her eyes flicker.
"A taste of me?" she breathes.
"Exactly," I confirm.
I turn around and drag her with me as I make my way downstairs to the lower deck. She stumbles down the narrows stairs behind me, almost falling, before I catch her. I close the door behind us, just in case she turns out to be a screamer after all.
"Undress!" I order her as we stand in the living area of the lower deck.
She takes a quick look around as if she was checking whether we're alone or not. The interior is designed in modern colors similar to the upper deck, but featuring a few darker accents. Behind Liz is a ridiculously large sofa corner all in grey and black.
I take few steps forward, causing her to retreat closer to the sofas behind her.
"I said undress!" I repeat, glaring at her with narrow eyes.
She takes a deep breath. "Here? Now?"
"Yes," I confirm. "And if you don't do it in the next few seconds, I promise you, you'll be in trouble."
She furls her eyebrows. "What about you? Won't you ge—"
I interrupt her by darting forward, grabbing her upper arm again and throwing her towards the sofa.
"When I tell you to do something," I yell as I push her forward. "You fucking do it, understand?"
She manages to prevent herself from falling onto the sofa and turns around to me, her eyes burning with fury.
"Understand?" I repeat, taking another step closer to her.
"Yes," she replies through pressed lips.
"Master," I correct her. "That's what you'll call me from now on. Yes, Master."
She swallows hard. This part is clearly not easy, and I am sure she has never had to call anyone else Master.
Good. Perfect.
"Yes, Master," she breathes, lowering her eyes.
"And look at me while you say it," I demand.
She sighs. An offense that will get her in trouble later, but I let it pass for now.
"Yes, Master," she repeats, now fixating me with her eyes.
Simultaneously, she starts unwrapping the giant scarf around her neck.
"Good girl," I praise. "Stand over here."
I point to the spot right next to me, about four feet away from the sofa.
She obeys immediately and places herself where I want her.
I exchange places with her and let myself settle onto the couch, crossing my legs as I look up at her with expectation.
"Go ahead," I encourage her.
She nods and takes off her scarf, unbuttoning her coat next. She places both items on a table behind her before she proceeds. She is wearing a black turtleneck wool dress. It is not very revealing but flatters her slim frame. It suits her well.
Liz hesitates for a moment until I raise my eyebrows, urging her to continue. She nods and steps out of her boots. Next, she reaches beneath her dress and rolls down the dark pantyhose she is wearing below. Interesting choice.
Her pale legs look even whiter in comparison to the dark clothing. Her demeanor shows that she is feeling quite exposed already, even though her tight dress still covers most of her body.
Her eyes fixate on mine in search of approval. I nod and beckon her to proceed.
"We don't have all day," I remind her, even though that's not true.
She swallows again and reaches down, grabbing the hem of her dress with both hands before she pulls it up and rolls it over her head, revealing equally dark underwear. She is wearing a lacy black bra and a matching thong, a lot racier than one would expect judging from her fairy-like attire at the party.
For a few delicious moments, she gets caught up in her dress, her face covered by it as her nearly naked body struggles to get out of the piece of clothing.
My cock rises to attention, more than ready to be inside of her.
She frees herself from the dress, leaving her hair in a mess and her cheeks flushed. After she places it with the other clothes on the table behind her, she shoots me a look of accomplishment.
"Do you think you're done?" I
inquire. "I said undress. You're still wearing clothes."
She looks startled and opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it.
Instead, she moves her hands behind her back and unhooks her bra. In a futile attempt to cover herself, she shields her breasts as they are freed. They are bigger than her delicate frame would suggest. Round and firm, sagging just the slightest bit due to their size. The perfectly drop-shaped breast of a young girl.
She hooks her thumbs underneath the waistband of her thong and slowly rolls it down her legs, her boobs dangling seductively as she bends forward.
"Present yourself," I order as soon as that last item of clothing is gone.
She looks at me, confused. Her hands instinctively moved forward, shielding her private parts.
"Don't hide that beautiful body," I clarify. "Move those hands to the side and show yourself."
She hesitates for a moment but soon obliges. Her slim arms are hanging down at each side of her body as I take in the sight of her.
She has prepared herself well. Her center is waxed clean, revealing the rosy lips at her entrance. Her nipples are round and full, rising up and down as she breathes in deep and long inhales and exhales.
My hands wander to my lap, grabbing the hard erection that is poking against my suit pants.
"See what you're doing to me?" I ask her, rubbing my cock through the fabric. "This is all you. And you'll have to deal with it."
Chapter 8
LIZ
My eyes are fixated on his lap where he is stroking his erection through the fabric of his suit pants. A wave of pride travels through my body when I see the effect I have on him.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark and narrow. Foreshadowing. He radiates lust and masculinity, very different from the guys I met in college. It is intimidating. A hint of doubt gets to me, wondering if I will be able to handle this. He will ask a lot more of me than any man ever has before.
I know he likes me scared, and I am.
But I love it.
I don't know how, but he must have sensed that I would be into this. He might have put two and two together when he noticed the marks around my ankles. Was that small clue enough for him to tell? He doesn't even know how I did it or why. He doesn't know what was going through my head when I did it.
