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The silent moonlight knew her voice. Waterfalls and streams encapsulated her heavy breath; the stars her companions. The creaking ashes of her fire were far from radiant.

She was naked in the night as he studied her, his wine goblet in his hand, his seeming laxity a front. She knew his s***d, his strength.

All the safety precautions were done. The mat at his feet, the private ground to prevent discovery—she’d rolled her eyes, but now she was glad of such things. Her pulse fluttered in her throat.

“Good girl,” he said. A surge between her shaved legs as she began to drip.

The tying was deliberate. A shabiri harness in silken rope, no lingerie but what his hands provided. Her hands were tied behind her back; a blindfold over her eyes.

“Beautiful,” he said simply. “Come here.”

He laid her over his knee, his hand cupping her superb ass. His piercing gaze brought an audible gasp.

“Count.”

After ten strikes, he hummed. The heat was fire. Her color was green; they continued. By the time they hit twenty, he touched her skin.

“Enough.”

She sagged with relief as the cream came, at his laugh when his fingers parted her soaked lips.

“Please!” She cried. “Please!”

The dildo came as no surprise as she hit one orgasm, then two, his fingers against her swollen clit. Her body shuddered as they reached three.

The blindfold came. Her hands were freed; water drank. Dinner was served to her with care, and it was freeing to enjoy the evening air on her skin. The silken robe against her skin was ideal, the harness long ago discarded it.

For one moment, life stirred with happiness in the little glen; the deer knew their scent, and all was safety—all was well.

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