He casually entered his dimly lit master suite thru the french doors off the balcony. He had been sipping on his evening brandy and staring at the reflection of a thousand stars upon his lake, pondering this beautiful creature stretched out before him, gagged and tightly bound on his massive mahogany bed. Her blond hair was feathered out over the edges of a goosedown pillow, and she quickly turned her head, lowering her lashes to hide the fear in her beautiful green eyes. He took another sip of brandy and smiled, studying her intently as he did so. Her obvious fears amused him. Soft music filled the air of twenty some odd rooms and the fireplace roared, sending small harmless sparks onto the cold marble flooring. Setting his brandy on the mantle, he carefully added more logs to the fire, enough to burn throughout what was likely to be a very long night. The flames grew quickly and the room was, for a few brief moments, as bright as the full moon in the sky beyond the balcony. He retrieved his brandy and slowly turned. She was staring at him from beneath dark lashes, eyes aglow with trepidation and anger, and she moaned in defeat as she twisted her wrists and ankles within the confines of the silk ropes. She had always loathed four-postered beds, but she never knew why until now.

The thick mahogany bedposts felt cool against her soft tanned skin, but her legs were so far apart she felt as though her body would split at any given moment. She was completely and utterly defenseless. She lay spread eagle, helpless and exposed. Her eyes began to tear as he calmly walked to the bedside and she began to squirm in a feeble attempt to loosen the silken restraints. He ran his a finger over her brow and along her face, then swiftly slapped her cheek and holding her chin, forced her to look into his eyes. He didn't have to say a thing. She stopped moving, escape was all but hopeless anyway. She was bound too tight and his knots were flawless. He gently picked up an oblong neck pillow and softly said "Lift up". She lay motionless, stubbornly staring at his face and into his dark eyes with a defiance he didn't much care for. He quietly walked toward the walk-in closet. Upon his return he administered one smart and stinging smack on her exposed genitalia, using a 6 inch oblong paddle covered in natural deerskin. Her body jerked and she gave out a deep moan as the heat of the sting registered, and then lifted her pelvic as high into the air as she could manage. He deftly slid the non-giving neck pillow under her soft rounded buttocks and examined her new position in silence. Yes, this is perfect, he thought.

His pulse quickened and he felt the first signs of a hard and demanding erection.

Her eyes began to glaze, and when her nipples became erect he pinched and then adorned each one with a small tight solid gold paper clamp. She let out a gutteral groan. They had a good bite, these clamps. He then proceeded to do the same with her soft swollen and hairless exposed lips, except these two clamps were slightly larger and somewhat tighter. She was moaning deeper now and as the logs in the fireplace shifted, he slowly inserted into her moistness a vibrating gel egg. Within seconds her body shook with desire and shame. A heady combination to be sure, and he smiled as he witnessed her first orgasm, unwanted and unrelenting amidst her loud groans. Logs shifted and new sparks danced in the air as the breeze from the balcony threw the silk drapes into a frenzy. It was at this precise moment that he buried his face between the heat of her thighs, but for a mere second, and as she peered down she saw him close his eyelids and breathe deeply. He quite simply took in every ounce of her erotic, sensuous female scent that he possibly could and then suddenly, like a panther on a mission, stalked out through the heavy hand carved double doors. His footsteps echoed throughout her entire being. Her body surely must be on fire, this she knew. Music was playing somewhere but she couldn't remember what it sounded like. All she could hear was the crackling of the fireplace, the beating of her heart and footsteps on marble... yes, magnificent Italian marble floors with Aubussan carpets thrown here and there, and then footsteps again. His footsteps.

She detested him and regardless of what he took from her here and now, she would never relinquish her heart, mind or spirit. They were bound tighter than her wrists or ankles could ever be, and certainly not to him.

She lay motionless on smooth Egyptian cotton sheets, the eider down comforter having been carefully placed over her for warmth and to help her sleep. She was still bound to four mahogany bedposts. The gag had been removed and a soft padded satin blindfold now covered her sleeping eyes. She slept for hours, alone. She began to stir, and felt warm strong fingers gently unbinding one ankle, then another. The pillow beneath her had been removed along with the gag and vibrating egg and she instinctively began to stretch like a lazy content feline. She knew it was he by his scent. She felt the warmth of his touch as his hand grazed her arm, methodically untieing each wrist. There was no music now, and the fireplace burned low. The balcony doors remained open and she could hear the soft lapping of waves from the lake below as her arms were placed softly upon her breast. She felt his lips brush her cheek, her forehead, and then her lips. It was a soft and loving kiss and for some reason her body felt suddenly hot, and her legs began to slowly spread. She had never felt so relaxed. And when the blindfold was removed she saw him standing naked at the side of the bed. He seemed so very tall. His muscles shined from a morning work-out, and the dark hair on his chest glistened. His cock was hard and erect. He ran a hand softly across her forehead and then let it rest on her cheek, his dark eyes bearing into hers. She closed her eyes and tilted her head into his hand, softly kissing it.

And as the glowing logs in the fireplace slowly died, she looked him in the eye and gracefully pulled back the heavy comforter. Her skin bristled from the momentary breeze from the balcony and her nipples hardened as he quietly slid underneath the cover. Within moments they were completely entwined, heat generating heat and hearts pounding in rhythm with the restless waves below the balcony.