It felt very odd being naked outside. She'd intended it as a sort of teasing joke, but then Nick wouldn't let her get dressed again! She had to go back and forth into the kitchen to fetch things for him, and to put plates, utensils and spices out while entirely naked! And every time she caught his eyes on her she felt a flush run down her chest and her nipples tingled and ached.

"You forgot the napkins, wench," he said.

"I'm getting them. Keep your pants on, or don't," she said. "Just focus on my steak. And it better be good, too."

He smacked her ass when she walked past behind him and she yelped again.

"Respect your betters, wench," he said.

She stuck her tongue out at him again and went inside, her pussy thrumming excitedly.

Her butt stung a bit, though, and she rubbed it with her hand. Yet, she wasn't the least annoyed at being slapped. Quite the contrary. For some reason she felt a wild thrill of excitement! She'd never been naked around someone like this before, just... just naked! And it was wild and strange and daring and exciting. Him smacking her butt like that was something else novel, but it gave her strange, squirmy feelings inside.

Nick being older than her, not to mention more educated, more accomplished, and more sophisticated, meant she didn't feel the need to try to hold her own against him, to assert her equality. She wasn't equal, after all. She'd always felt a sort of, not rivalry, exactly, but a determination to be treated as an equal by guys. Now she didn't. And she felt herself falling almost naturally into a sense of submission to him as the dominant member of their little relationship.

She was teasing him like a silly girl, like his little sister, she knew, but she liked being able to do that, liked being able to cast away her dignity and maturity and act like a giggly girl. She had very little experience at it, of course, and none doing it naked! But she was enjoying it immensely on any number of levels! And she was aroused in a way she didn't ever remember being aroused. It was a sort of giddy breathlessness, a throbbing heat down low in her belly, and a delicious sense of anticipation.

She stepped back out onto the deck with the napkins.

"I get your napkins, mean old man," she said. "You probably need them so you don't drool all over yourself."

She was expecting the slap that time and leapt out of its way with a taunting laugh as she went down the stairs to the lower deck and deposited the napkins on the table.

"You're asking for it, brat," he called down.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't interrupt me while I'm placing the napkins," she chided him.

Then she bent over at the waist, with her bottom facing him, bent way over, and carefully placed the napkins, taking quite a bit of time to do it, too.

"Are you mooning me or asking me to to jump your bones?"

"I can't imagine what you mean?' she said, straightening.

"Hmm," he said. "Someone is feeling a little bratty this evening, I see."

"Just do the cooking for me while I relax," she said.

She turned on the waterfall and sat down in one of the padded deck chairs, slouching down with her back to him, and spread her legs, dropping them over the arms of the chair.

She felt that thrum of heat grow in power, and wondered excitedly what he was thinking, and whether he was staring at her, wanting her. She couldn't see him, for he was behind the chair and she was slumped in it, but she was sure he could see her legs sticking out over the sides, and would know very well what the view would be from in front of her.

"No playing with my toys," he called down.

"They're my toys," she called back. "Just because I let you touch them once or twice doesn't make them yours!"

She twisted her upper body, peering around the side of the chair. "Maybe if you're very, very nice to me I might let you touch them later," she said. "Maybe. But you'll have to beg me, on your knees, and be properly meek about it."

"Uh huh," he said.

"Now finish my steak," she barked, waving her hand dismissively and turning away.

She grinned to herself. Yes, she was certainly being bratty! But then, she figured she could get away with that so long as she was naked!

She felt rather than saw him, and had only a moment to squeal and try to leap away before he had grabbed her, lifted her out of the chair, and then flung her bodily into the pond.

She landed with a heavy splash and water sprayed all over. Sputtering, she stood upright, soaked, gasping, staring at him as he smiled and waved. He was already back on the upper deck by the barbecue.

"You bastard!"

"Not true. My parents were married well before I was born."

The pond was about hip deep. She had no difficulty climbing up the rocks on the edge and back onto the deck.

"I'm all wet!"

"I bet you were wet before you ever got in there, just thinking about me," he said smugly.

She climbed up the stairs and shook out her hair so that water splashed against him.

"Hey."

"Prick!"

"You want me," he said smugly, wiping water off his face.

"I do not! You, you... pervert!"

She walked past him, dodging his hand again, and went into the house.

"Where are your towels?"

"Hall closet. But don't bother. I like you wet."

"Too bad!"

She got a towel and rubbed at her hair, then threw it around herself and padded to the bathroom. She found a comb and combed out her hair but glared at it. Wet, it didn't fluff out the way she liked. But there was no point using his blow dryer at that point. The pond water, she now remembered, was probably not altogether clean. She needed a shower. Well, she would do that later.

She padded back into the kitchen and opened the door.

"Dick!"

"No, Nick. Have you forgotten already, blondie?"

"That pond water isn't exactly clean, you know!"

"I see dragonflies around it, so it can't be too dirty. Just try not to drink it."

"Oh very funny!"

She pulled off the towel as she eased around him, then snapped it at his butt.

"Hey!"

She snapped it at him again, and again but he managed to grab it and yank it out of her hands. She turned and dashed away, laughing, and he returned to the barbecue.

"You're lucky the water didn't splash on the chairs," she said, returning to the lower deck.

"It's too high above the pond."

"Hmm."

She bent over one of the chairs, showing him her butt again, and more besides.

"If you don't stop teasing me I'm going to do something you're going to regret," he said.

"Like I'm scared," she said airily.

He snorted, then closed the barbecue and went inside.

Fiona straightened and turned warily, wondering what he had gone to get. But he returned int a moment with nothing in his hands but a long fork, and she relaxed, considering how next to tease him. She didn't even notice, at first, when he put down the fork and slid silently down the stairs. By the time she did and leapt off the deck he was already upon her and tackled her quickly.

"Let me go! You big bully!" she squealed.

"Brat!"

He pinned her easily, not that she was exactly resisting, and pulled her arms back behind her. A moment later she felt something metallic slipped around them, and gasped as he handcuffed her wrists together behind her back.

"Hey!"

"I think you deserve a little something for your cock teasing," he said.

"Like I'm scared!"

He rolled her onto her back and spread her legs, then sort of pinned them with his knees and produced... something.

"What's that?" she demanded, chest heaving.

"A little toy for cock teasers," he said.

It looked like a largish hair clip, colored blue. And she gasped when he brought it down to her naked sex, his fingers spreading her open as he slid one arm of the clip into her.

"Hey!"

It was narrow, about as long and narrow as his finger, and it slid easily into her. The other arm of the clip slid up over the outside of her sex and her pubic bone, and after a moment, he did something which made it buzz softly against her.

Then he sat up and grinned.

"Enjoy," he said.

She sat up gingerly, staring between her legs as he went back to the barbecue. It was a sort of little vibrator! She'd never had a vibrator before, though she'd been semi tempted to experiment. There was enough pressure between the two arms of the clip to squeeze them towards each other, and thus the one on the inside was pressing against the side of her pussy, while the outside went right over her clitoris.

She stood up and shook her hips to see if she could dislodge it, even while pulling her wrists against the handcuffs.

"You pervert!" she called in shocked delight.

"Uh huh," he said.

She walked back and climbed onto the deck as her body felt a rising sense of churning excitement. The handcuffs meant she was helpless to do anything, such as remove the vibrator thing, and meanwhile the feel of inside her, and against her, was making her want to squirm and roll her hips.

"It's supposed to stimulate your clit while putting pressure against your g-spot. Let me know how that works, will you."

"Why? You want to use it on yourself!?" she taunted.

"I don't have the right equipment. But I can experiment with yours."

"You can't just handcuff a girl naked! What are you, a white slaver?"

His face lit up at the words. "Ah yes," he said, his voice turning into that of a mock villain.

"After I sample your wares thoroughly, I will sell you to the Arabs and ship you off to a harem in Saudi Arabia!"

"Well, go ahead. Maybe the men there will use their own toys on me instead of ones they bought!"

"Just pipe down, slave girl, or I'll find a gag for you."

Fiona didn't want to pipe down. She wanted his undivided attention. She was far less interested in food now than in sex, and the longer his toy was inside her, and purring against her, the hotter she was becoming, not least in part, for some reason, because he'd been so daring in manhandling her, and in handcuffing her of all things!

"Where did you get this from?" she demanded suddenly, staring down at it.

"I bought it for a girlfriend a year or so ago, but never wound up giving it to her because we broke up."

"Probably because you were so bad in bed!'

"You didn't seem to think so the other day," he said in amusement.

"I was being nice!"

"Well, I promise to try and do better tonight."

"That's if I let you!"

He laughed, and she flushed. Given how hot his silly toy was making her - not that she hadn't already been aroused - she would have begged him to have sex with her!

"Dinner's ready."

"I don't want dinner. I want..."

She caught herself before finishing, and blushed as he grinned.

"You want what?"

"Never mind!"

He laughed again and brought the plates over to the table.

"Come eat, wench."

"How am I supposed to eat with my hands cuffed, pervert?" she demanded, following him down the stairs.

"That is a problem isn't it? I guess you'll just have to watch me eat."

"I don't think so!"

He put their plates down on the table and sat down, then cut off a piece and popped it into his mouth.

"Nick!" she protested indignantly.

"Yes, wench?"

He looked at her calmly.

She glared at him and he cut himself another piece.

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

"Not in the least."

She squirmed, trying to pull her wrists out of the cuffs, but that hurt so she gave up and glowered at him. She was thoroughly turned on, and yet had to admit the smell of the steaks was awfully nice as her stomach rumbled with enthusiasm. She hadn't eaten much that day.

She put her bare foot on the arm of his chair, then began prodding him with her toes.

"Uncuff me, perve," she said, prodding him again.

"You don't need arms to eat me," he said.

She felt another surge of outraged delight at his words.

"I don't want to eat you! I want some steak!"

She prodded him again and he grabbed her ankle, then pulled her forward. She yelped and lost her balance, and he grabbed her wrist and yanked her across his lap. He slapped her bottom sharply and then rolled her over.

"Sit up, brat."

She squirmed into a sitting position across his lap and he cut another piece of steak, then speared it with the fork and brought it to her mouth.

Fiona glowered at him but then took the piece of steak off the fork and began to chew it.

He cut himself a piece, eating it, then cut another piece, and fed it to her.

Fiona wasn't at all sure what to think of this, but with the thrumming heat between her legs, and the crackling excitement in her body, the thought of him feeding her was not really all that awful at all. In fact, she felt something quite different, a strange sort of sense of emotional pleasure that had little to do with arousal. Him feeding her was romantic, sort of, but it was more than that. It clicked with some subconscious part of her mind which had not had anyone to look after her in any sense since she was very young and had to work to help out her mother, who had always been a hapless sort of woman.

He combed her hair out of her face with his fingers, and fed her again, and she felt the sense of joking and humor fading, to be replaced by something she wasn't at all sure she could even identify.

He fed himself, and he fed her, and in between feeding her he kissed her lightly, gently, on the shoulder and on the cheek.

She felt her soul soaring as he felt the warmth of his body against her, felt protected, felt looked after.

Then he cut another piece, but instead of spearing it with the fork, he picked it up in his fingers and held it out to her. She caught her breath, feeling her pussy throbbing and burning again. She looked at him and then leaned in and licked it out of his fingers.

There was no denying the sexual aspect of that, but it enthralled her, and she squirmed helplessly against him as she felt the sexual pressure rising within her. Her hands kept jerking against the cuffs, instinctively trying to reach around to her throbbing sex, to touch herself...

He ate another piece, then cut a piece and again, let her eat it from his fingers.

It was a warm evening, but she felt hot, breathless, and her insides were wild with sexual energy and arousal as he fed her another piece. She chewed it and swallowed, paying little attention to the actual taste. He left his fingers near her lips, and she licked at them again. He slipped them slowly forward into her mouth and she licked and sucked at them, rolling her eyes up to meet his as his fingers turned slowly within her mouth.

Her heart was pounding and her blood racing, and she couldn't keep still as she felt his hardness beneath her, against her bare flesh. Again, her hands jerked against the cuffs, to no avail, and she felt a rush of strange dark excitement at how helpless she was, how much under his control. Normally that would have bothered her, but now she exulted in it, for it absolved her of any responsibility for responding in some skillful or knowledgeable way to what he was doing.

She gasped as she felt his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back, then he licked lightly along her exposed throat.

"Are you my little slave girl?" he whispered.

"Yes!" she groaned helplessly.

He chuckled throatily, and licked and chewed along the nape of her neck. Then he released her hair and fed her another piece. She took it, chewing, then licked at his fingers again, sucking as he slid them slowly in and out.

It was like nothing she'd ever done, nor ever seen. She was acting on pure instinct as she pressed her cheek against his chest and rubbed her head against him.

He stroked her head and kissed her, then gripped her hair firmly but gently and pulled her head up and back, then back further, and further still as she gasped and moaned. Her back arched as he forced her head over the arm of the chair. Then she felt his hand between her legs, and cried out helplessly, her hips bucking up against his fingers.

"What do we have here?" he asked in amusement. "Hmmm. Is something bothering you, little girl?"

"Ooh!" she gasped. "Oh God! Nick! Nick! Oh! OH!"

His fingers were firm in her hair, and her arms were tightly locked beneath her by the handcuffs so that Fiona felt utterly helpless in his arms, and yet at the same time wholly safe. She could not see, but could feel his fingers sliding gently up and down, caressing her breasts, then pinching her nipples lightly. She felt his hand glide down her trembling abdomen, felt his fingers against her sex again as she felt his lips come down against her breast.

She yelped as his teeth bit lightly at her swollen nipple, but then he began to suck rhythmically against it and she shuddered, her hips grinding against his fingers. She felt him pressing down against the vibrator, then rubbing it lightly up and down. It was made of silicone, and the rubbing motion in addition to the buzzing made her cry out, her hips bucking up violently as the orgasm lashed her senses like a storm.

Her head jerked against his grip, her hips rolled frantically up, and her insides flared white hot with a wild rush of energy and pleasure that howled through her mind like a freight train. She gloried in the dark heat of pleasure, writhing and twisting as it battered at her senses. She strained desperately to keep it at its peak, to extend it, but slowly, it eased, and fell away, leaving her limp, gasping, chest heaving, moaning as he raised her head back upright and kissed her.

"Did you like that, wench?" he asked, sliding his hand up to gently knead her breasts.

Fiona could only moan weakly, dazedly, still wrapped in the languorous afterglow of the incredible orgasm. The clip was no longer buzzing, but it was still inside her, pressing against her, and she felt her pussy throbbing against it even as she let her head lol against his shoulder.

"Responsive little slave, aren't you?" he said in amusement.

"Mmm," she said, starting to blush a little now.

He chuckled and let his hands slowly move over her body, caressing her, stroking her, enjoying the tactile sensation of her soft, warm flesh against his.

Fiona could still feel his erection under her, and the need to do something for him, to give him back the pleasure he had given her was rising within her. It just wasn't her normal nature to be passive, and she felt guilty over it.

"You should uncuff me so I can touch you," she said softly, kissing his shoulder.

"I like you under my control, like my little slave girl," he said with a grin.

He combed her bangs away from her forehead again, then picked up a cup of milk and held it out before her. She bent and drank, her eyes looking up at him as she did, feeling another strange emotional surge of pleasure at how he was, in effect, taking care of her.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she whispered, a bit shyly.

"Oh I promise you that's going to happen," he said with a grin.

He let her drink more milk.

"It's gotten kind of warm," she said, after drinking a little.

"Has it? Hmmmm."

He sipped from the cup and nodded his head. "It has."

And then he slowly tilted it over her head.

"Nick!" she gasped, twisting away.

"Sit still," he ordered.

She obeyed, and he grinned, and let the milk pour down over her chest, over her breasts, so it spilled down her belly and between her legs.

"You're getting it all over you too," she said.

"Then I'll have to take my pants off," he replied in amusement.

He had filled two cups. Now he picked up the second one and Fiona closed her eyes as he poured it slowly down over her head. She tilted her head back, letting it pour over her face, and opened her mouth. She felt the milk pouring into her mouth, but didn't swallow, letting it overflow and fall down her chest again until he was done.

She was soaked in milk as he kissed her again, but didn't care. She giggled and then gasped as his hand went between her legs and he did something to the clip so it turned on once more, buzzing softly against her clit.

His arms slid under her, then, and he lifted her off his lap and bent forward, setting her on the deck before the chair on her bottom. She shifted onto her knees as he unzipped his trousers then stood and dropped them, along with his underwear. He stepped out of them and she felt her pulse race as she stared at his thick cock pointing menacingly at her.

"See something you like, little girl?"

"Mmmm, yes," she said, rising on her knees.

He slid his hands through her still dripping wet hair as she leaned in and licked at his cock. She rolled her eyes up towards him and moaned as she took his cock into her mouth and slid her lips down the shaft.

He removed his shirt and now he was naked, as well. Fiona's hands jerked against the handcuffs again, wanting to touch him, to slide her hands up his body, over his well-muscled abdomen. But as he pulled her hair in a wet mass together above her head she slid forward, taking his cock deeper, sucking and licking at it as his hips began to slowly thrust in and out.

She was just preparing herself to slide her lips all the way down, psyching herself up as her pussy began to thrum with excitement, when he pulled up on her hair, raising her to her feet. Her eyes hit him mid chest, so she had to tilt her head back to look up at him, and then he kissed her again before sitting down.

He motioned her forward and, hands still cuffed, she awkwardly slid onto the deck chair, straddling him. She managed to slide each leg under the steel arms of the chair so that her bare feet were flat on the deck, and watched eagerly as he slid the vibrator out of her, and then positioned his thick cock at the entrance to her pussy. She raised herself and felt a wild, churning sense of excitement as she watched and felt the head of his cock push into the mouth of her sex, spreading her open.

Her breathing began to get ragged as her chest tightened, and she lowered herself slowly, moaning in delight at the feel of his rigid cock sliding up through the hot, velvety flesh of her belly.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, arching her back.

"Definitely," he said, before taking the center of her right breast into his mouth.

She took him deep inside, achingly deep, refusing to countenance a single inch of his cock being outside her body even if it hurt. It did hurt, but it ached, but she would adjust, she knew. She impaled herself on him, delighted at the fullness within her, the hardness, the heat, as she looked down at his lips and mouth on her throbbing breast.

She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading her buttocks, drawing her forward and back so that she ground herself against him. He lifted up and she used her leg muscles to slide up, with a gasp, letting three quarters of his cock slide out of her. Then she sank down with a shuddering groan of pleasure and another curse.

She began to ride up and down, pausing every half dozen strokes to grind herself against him as he shifted his lips from one breast to the other. His hands continued to maul her bottom and race up and down her back as she rode him. But then one drew back between them and Fiona shuddered as she felt his fingers stroking rapidly across her clit.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Nick! Ungh! Fuuuuck!" she gasped.

"Such language. Gonna have to wash your mouth out with soap one day, nasty girl," he said, panting himself.

Fiona ignored him, riding faster, bouncing atop him now, heedless of the growing ache in her legs as she forced herself up and down the long length of his cock. Her body was thrumming with sexual heat and power and she felt a feverish need creeping over her, a need to ride his cock for all she was worth.

Then another orgasm hit and it was all she could do to not scream with the hurricane force of sexual pleasure howling through her mind and body.