Lady Arianda now stood nearly eye level with Philip since he was standing in the drainage depression. She was tempted to get into why such a feature was there, but just kept the wicked story for now. She slid her hands inward from his shoulders to cup his neck within the collar. Her face was so close. Her breath was sweet, fruited, plums perhaps?

"You're a handsome gentleman. You've money, power, and the will to use it. One wonders why such a man would want to submit his will, his body, his thoughts, to anyone. Isn't this the puzzle which vexes you?"

"Yes, M'lady." he said, in only a whisper of exasperation. "I do not understand it, I---" He was going to say more but Arianda's fingers flexed against his neck. He took it as a hint to say no more. How vulnerable he felt, splayed out and all but naked, blindfolded and left to the whims of this woman, this magical woman, who knew too much about him, but wasn't that why he was here?

Arianda's hands kneaded Philip's shoulders. He relaxed. He felt her fingers gliding downward across his chest as her silken voice continued. "You are capable of getting what you want from many women, yet there is something you want from me which they cannot give you. Have you any notion what that may be?"

"No--" his throat locked up for as she ended her inquiry, her fingers grasped the tight leather pouch and him in it. "No, M'Lady." He finished as she released him.

"But I say you do. I think it is a thrill you seek, as when you brave the seas." She'd unfastened her jacket and pressed against Philip so he felt her breasts against his skin. She reached up to undo his blindfold and removed it. His eyes opened to look straight into hers and they where gleaming at him. Arianda stepped back from Philip and slipped her open garment from her shoulders. She tossed it to the table and stood before him in nothing but her soft pale flesh and a small pair of slippers. "Some part of you wishes for a storm. Some yearning in you wants to toy with the hazards of nature."

She wandered over to the waterfall and scooped handfuls of cold water over her breasts and stomach. She too gasped at the frigid water which made her nipples stand up hard. Philip watched every move, every trickle as it traced down her body. He noticed that the leather at his crotch was getting all too constrictive.

"But there is a paradox in wanting such a thing, is there not? Eyes down." She returned to Philip and pressed her body against him. Her hands cupped his neck as before. She moved against him, angling her hips such that her mound made contact with his bulging hardness trapped within the binding. Philip moaned. He wasn't sure what she wanted or when, but his body already had ideas of its own.

Arianda wrapped one leg around Philip's thigh. She slid one hand beneath his arm to wrap around his shoulder and let her fingers find his collar. Philip had to look at her face because her fingers made the collar very tight. Arianda grinned a crooked devious little grin then tightly covered Philip's mouth and nose with her free hand, while she pulled back on his collar.

Philip bright blue eyes went wide and frightened. He thrashed as much as possible but that was very little because he was pinned against the wall. His chest pounded. He tried to suck air from any slight space between his face and her hand. Even if he'd found that, which he didn't, it could go nowhere because of the collar choking at his throat. Just as he thought he might pass out from lack of air, she released him and stepped back.

Head lowered and coughing, Philip felt the stone at his back rasp against his skin. Lady Arianda watched his hair fall across his face. She watched his shackled hands clench into fists as his chest expanded in desperation, trying to catch up on the air his lungs had missed.

When Philip seemed nearly settled again, the Lady knelt before him. Her fingertips traced up his thighs then hooked into the leather straps of his only garment. She began to draw downward. He felt the leather tug between his cheeks until it was free then shuddered as the pouch grazed his stiffened member, pushing it downward painfully, until the Lady's steady motion released him to pop out of the binding. His eyes were lowered as required but what he saw now was a pale nude beauty kneeling at his feet. His member twitched as she leaned forward and pressed her face against his thigh. Her hands purposefully fumbled between his legs to unbuckle and release the straps of his former binding.

As Arianda absently tossed aside the bit of leather, her teeth bit harshly into Philip's thigh, enough to elicit a hiss from him. Then she leaned back and splayed her open hands upon his upper thighs. She stroked slowly, letting her thumbs reach closer and closer to his terse manhood and tightened knots. But, she did not touch him. She was content to tease him.

One hand eased upward across his hip while the fingers of the other traced tantalizingly through his dark curly hair. More twitches from his standing erection let Arianda know just what affect she was having. Philip was beginning to shudder beneath her touch. The ache in him, the urge to be touched, to bury himself within her, to have even the briefest contact with his pulsing need... was maddening.

"Please..." he finally hissed. It seemed that every nerve in his body had pulled focus to his groin and some twisting hunger deep within him. If he had been free of the shackles, he'd have tried to take her. His own sense of reason was lost to his need. Philip looked woefully, helplessly, pleadingly upon the Lady whose hands were now spread open to either side of his stiff flesh. Her face was so close, so close.

Lady Arianda looked up with a smirking grin. Her voice was liquid and her breath was warm across his painfully tight shaft. "You imagine that you steer through a storm... but truly it is the sea that chooses to let you pass, or not." Her tongue flicked out to lick at the tip of his member and Philip groaned. He released beads of his pleasure but somehow it made the aching worse.

He watched as the Lady leaned in closer with her head tilted so he could see her press her breasts against his member, taking the drops of him onto her skin. The touch urged his hips forward. There was no thought involved. He watched as the Lady's hands cupped her own breasts and wrapped his stiffness between the pale softness. Philip reeled as she enveloped him and slowly began to stroke his deep aching.

He thought he'd had control of his own body but all of him was bound to that stone wall and the Lady's whim. Only his hips had any will of their own. Arianda pressed her body hard against him, freeing her hands to wrap around his thighs and bind his body to her. There would be no tight enclosure for his throbbing strokes, but he felt the friction against the cushion of her breasts, the occasional harder tap against her collarbone, and even at the hollow of her throat, while his body pushed against her writhing.

Arianda took sucking kisses from his stomach and hip as she guided his minimal motion. She hissed against his skin, "I grant you passage." then bit into him and held there, even as he jerked.

The shackles rattled as a deep groan was wrenched from Philip, before he expected it. His hips pumped within the firm embrace of the Lady's arms while he released all his tension at once, spilling onto the Lady's breasts and neck. Arianda held tightly to him until he began to go slack in his chains and she felt his member soften against her warm sticky skin.

The Lady rose to her feet, drawing herself up Philip's body with her hands. She brushed her fingers across the thick leavings of his release and painted the wetness across Philip's lips. His half-dazed eyes met the Lady's twinkling grin before she pressed in to kiss his offering from his own lips. She whispered against his mouth, "The sea may take you where you wish to go, but wheel or no wheel, your course is hers to direct."