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..."
