It never bothered her to walk the deserted shore at night. She lived in a remote place. There were hardly any visitors this side of the beach. For that reason, she could hardly understand why a lifeguard shack stood sentient on the shore. Yet, this shack drew her back time and time again, she thought as she climbed the few short steps to its small shelter. Leaning against the rail with both hands, she lifted her face to the night breeze, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensations. Her body relaxed to the sounds of the waves lapping upon the sand, the soft roar the waves further out to sea made as they curled and approached.

The taste of dry cotton robbed her mouth of moisture. Her mouth was forced open by the gag of cloth and held in that position as the cloth was secured behind her head tightly. Her eyelids flew open, as her sight tried to pierce the darkness. Her body struggled against the arm that surged across her waist like a band of steel. A knee forcefully pushed between her legs and then another was wedged in, forcing her legs to splay apart, keeping her off balance. Her arms tried to evade the grasping strength of a large palm as it captured both her delicate wrists, forcing her arms upward, above her head. She found her body pushed tightly against the rail of the shack as the arm around her waist removed itself. Two very masculine hands wrapped each of her wrists with a leather thong that were attached to opposite upper corners of the shack. In some remote part of her mind, she noted that the moon was now at its zenith, casting the ocean in a pearly glow. It also cast shadows about the sandy beach, giving the night an eerie feeling. She could feel the man's breath on the nape of her neck, felt the presence of his body's warmth as he knelt behind her, drawing first one ankle and then another into another leather binding, in the same fashion as her wrists.

Her heart was beating so wildly, surely he heard it? Her breath came in ragged, heaving pants through her nose. Stretched out and bound as she was, her body trembled. Her fingertips grasped the top of her wrist bindings. The back of her tongue tasted sharp fear. Fear tasted metallic. Closing her eyes, she tried to will herself into some semblance of calm, to make her mind, think! Movement in front of her, within the shadows, drew her attention. The outline of a man held her attention. She watched in fascinated horror as he unfolded a chair and settled into it, facing her. The man behind her stood slowly, drawing the hem of herskirt up the length of her body as he rose. The cool air from the ocean tickled her inner thighs moving upward caressing the naked, smooth cleft that marked the entrance to her feminine core. His fingertips had paused briefly when they hadn't encountered the band of elastic he had probably expected to find. She felt cold steel against her skin and would have flinched had she not been so well bound. The sharp edge cut through the muslin material of her skirt easily and she watched it flutter across the beach.

Masculine palms laid themselves flat on her abdomen, sliding upward slowly, as if savoring the feel of her silken skin. The slightly roughened skin of his palms told her that here was a man who was no stranger to manual labor. As his palms slowly slid under her blouse, she could feel her nipples tighten, almost painfully so. Her eyes closed in anticipation of the fact that he would soon know her body's reaction to his touch. The heat of his body leaned into her back, his lips barely touching the back rim of her ear as his voice whispered for her to open her eyes and keep them open. Only later, much later, would she wonder why she did as he bid without thought of refusing. They sought out the man in the shadows on the beach before her. She couldn't see him, but she knew that the moonlight left her with no place to hide.

The fabric of her blouse rubbed against the hardened peaks of her breasts, becoming a painful reminder of her slow arousal, even against her wishes. His warm palms closed over her taunt breasts, squeezing slowly and firmly. Her body arched involuntarily. She could feel her wrists pulled firmly against their bindings. His fingertips imprisoned her nipples, tugging on them gently. The wet warmth of his mouth closed over the side of her neck, gently seeking and finding the sensitive area where shoulder and neck met. A soft moan sounded deep in her throat. Her teeth bit into the cloth secured between her lips. When his hands left her breasts, her body sagged against her bindings in mute relief. It was a relief short-lived. Nimble fingers found each button that held her blouse closed and unfastened them. She could hear the buttons making a soft sound as they made contact with the floor of the shack. She knew only her upper body was visible from the beach. What was the man in shadows getting out of this? Masculine thumbs slid down each side of her spine even as fingers slid along her ribcage.

' Don't do this, ' her mind silently screamed, yet some deeper part of her didn't want it to stop. The hands slid over her hips , across her pelvic region and delved between the folds at the juncture of her thighs. There was no hesitation as they slid deep into her body, seeking out her warmth and invoking moisture. Her body startled forward as she felt his naked heat upon her back. When had he removed his clothing? Why hadn't she been aware of it? His thumb flicked and rubbed across her small nub as his fingers continued to move within her body. The palm of his hand cupped her, holding her firmly in place as his hardness slid between the cheeks of her buttocks, moving across the tight opening there. Her breath caught in her throat. The heat of his palm pressed against her tighter and she unknowingly arched against it, her inner muscles pulling at his still embedded fingers. His free hand kneaded first one breast then the other. All the while she was aware of the silently watching man as her body was being masterfully manipulated. Her body tensed as she felt the man behind her remove his hands from the front of her body. She felt the cheeks of her buttocks being slowly spread apart and the head of his hardness probe her tightness. Her body tried to arch away, but to no avail. She was a butterfly about to be pierced on a lance of steel.

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew she should will her body to relax, that it would go much easier on her. Alone, she probably wouldn't have achieved it. His mouth played along the side of her neck, causing her to shudder with need. One of his hands returned to cup her again, his fingertips rubbing her nub as he pushed into her. Another moan sounded deep in her throat as her body tensed against the widening invasion of her body. As if he savored the feel of her body giving into his, with a soft animal growl he took his time pushing the widest part of himself into her dark opening. Her breath hissed around the cloth in her mouth when the widest part of him was nestled inside her. Now that the hardest part was over, his hand clamped down on her hips, holding her in place as he slid himself steadily deeper into her body. Each time his hips pumped into her, he buried himself deeper and deeper until at last all he could do was hold himself deep within her heat and feel her inner muscles milk him.

With each thrust of his hardness deeper inside her, more of her resistance crumbled, leaving in its wake a creature of nature, as wild as the ocean before them. He rode her like the wind rode the waves to shore. All she could do was follow, as if she had any choice. He silently demanded her acquiescence and her body could not deny his unspoken demands any more than the moon could deny the stars. Her fingers grasped the leather bindings, as his hands pressed upon her waist, leaning her as far forward as he could in her confinement. As they left their civility more and more behind with each thrust of his body, they forgot about the man in the shadows. They forgot about the animal sounds that left their throats and floated away on the night air. Heat beckoned heat, the need for release becoming the driving force. She needed to be his receptacle and he needed to spill himself into her, filling her, claiming her wholly, as she needed to be claimed, for that one moment when time stands still. She felt flesh slapping against flesh, fingers digging into her softness and everything inside her went tight, tighter. One final forceful thrust sent her mind reeling and her senses spinning out of control before blackness overcame her and her body went limp.

When she came back to consciousness, she was lying on the floor of the guard shack. She heard the sound of the ocean. As she struggled to sit up and brush back her hair, she found her wrists still bore the leather bindings. A small reminder, she was sure. A new blouse and skirt lie beside her. Without removing the leather strips, she put on the clothing and made her way down and out of the shack, removing the leather strips as she went. These she placed in a small wooden box on her bedside table before heading for a hot shower.....