The morning sun had risen high, casting golden light across the lake. It was a warm, still day, the kind where the air barely stirred, and the water gleamed like glass. Birds called lazily from the trees, and the occasional fish broke the surface with a quiet splash.

Eve stood on the dock, stretching her arms over her head, feeling the warmth sink into her skin. Behind her, Katie knelt obediently, naked except for the thin collar around her throat. Eve had made her strip inside the cabin, letting her feel the vulnerability of stepping out onto the open dock completely bare.

“Good girl,” Eve murmured, running her fingers through Katie’s hair, gripping lightly at the roots and tilting her head back. “You love being out here like this, don’t you?”

Katie swallowed. Her voice came out soft, shaky. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You love the way the sun touches your skin, the way the wind brushes between your legs,” Eve continued, almost lazily.

“I feel…” Katie hesitated, her breath catching. “Exposed. Owned.”

Eve hummed with satisfaction. Her hand slid from Katie’s hair to her shoulder, grounding her. “Exactly as you should.”

Katie’s cheeks were already pink, either from the sun or the sheer exposure of being naked outside in broad daylight. Her eyes flicked toward the lake, toward them.

Across the shimmering water sat the only other occupied cabin in view, nestled among the trees. The men from yesterday. Their dock was a small blot of weathered wood against the green, but it was angled just right, giving them an unobstructed view of this dock if they happened to look over.

Eve knew they’d seen something last night. She could still feel the heat of their smirks as she had paddled past them with Katie bound and wrecked in the bottom of the canoe. Did they suspect what had happened? Did they know?

And now, here was Katie, kneeling, waiting for Eve’s command, completely bare under the midday sun.

Eve smiled, a slow, knowing thing.

“Lie back, pet,” she instructed, and Katie obeyed immediately, reclining onto the sun-warmed planks of the dock. The wood was hot beneath her skin, and she shivered at the sensation of exposure, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself, until Eve tsked.

“Hands above your head.”

Katie flinched slightly, but obeyed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Mistress.”

She stretched her arms out, gripping the edge of the dock, leaving her body completely open to the sky, the lake, them. Her back arched slightly against the sun-warmed wood, causing her breasts to lift and spread, nipples taut and flushed from the heat and humiliation. Her legs fell apart naturally with the angle of her hips, baring the soft slickness of her pussy to the open air. There was no part of her hidden; every inch of her was displayed, vulnerable and perfect, like something offered up for worship or inspection.

Eve knelt beside her, running a possessive hand down Katie’s stomach, teasing just above the swell of her pussy. She could see the way Katie’s chest rose and fell, the slight tension in her limbs as she held herself still, as if fighting the urge to squirm.

“You love this,” Eve murmured, leaning down, her lips just brushing the sensitive skin of Katie’s inner thigh. “You love knowing they could be watching. That at any moment, one of them might glance over and see what a good, obedient slut you are for me.”

Katie gasped, her voice tight. “I… I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Oh, but you already are,” Eve said softly, almost fondly.

Katie made a small, desperate sound, her hips shifting slightly. “I’m trying to be good…”

Eve smirked and slid a hand between Katie’s thighs, parting them wider. She ran a single finger through the wetness already gathering there, teasing, just barely pressing.

“You’re already soaked,” Eve whispered, her voice laced with amusement. “Such a needy little thing. Should I let them see just how messy you can get for me?”

Katie’s breath hitched. “If they see, if they’re looking…”

“If?” Eve chuckled. “Don’t pretend you don’t want them to. Don’t pretend you didn’t think about them last night.”

Katie shut her eyes tightly, teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I did. I couldn’t help it.” A flush spread across her chest and cheeks as she remembered the thoughts she’d had - wicked, breathless images that had played on loop in her mind all night. She had imagined one of the men stepping onto his dock just in time to see Eve’s hand gripping her hair, imagined the way his eyes might linger on her bound wrists, her used, trembling body curled up in the canoe. She’d pictured them talking about her, laughing softly to each other about the girl across the lake who was so clearly owned. And worse, she had imagined them touching themselves to the memory, to the idea of her. The shame of it twisted deliciously in her belly now, as real and hot as the sun on her bare skin.

Eve reached into the small bag she had brought down to the dock. She pulled out a glass dildo, the sunlight catching the smooth, clear surface. She held it up, letting it gleam in the daylight, letting Katie see what was about to claim her.

Katie’s eyes widened. “Here? Like this?”

“Exactly like this,” Eve purred. “Eyes on me.”

Then, without breaking eye contact, Eve pressed the tip against Katie’s entrance and pushed, slow, deliberate, watching as Katie’s mouth fell open in a silent cry.

“Good girl,” Eve murmured. “Open for me.”

The glass filled her inch by inch, stretching her open under the open sky. Eve worked it in and out at an agonizing pace, teasing, keeping her hovering just on the edge of ruin.

“Do you think they see you?” Eve mused, her voice like silk. “Do you think they’re watching you take this like such a good girl for me?”

Katie whimpered, her fingers curling against the wood. “I… I don’t know… maybe.”

“You want them to,” Eve said. “Say it.”

“I… I want them to see,” Katie breathed. “I want them to see what you do to me.” Her thighs trembled at the admission, the words tasting forbidden and electric on her tongue. The thought of their eyes - curious, hungry, male - watching from across the lake made her pussy clench around the glass, made her hips twitch against Eve’s grip. She pictured them leaning forward, binoculars raised, watching every slow thrust, every helpless arch of her body. She wanted them to know how easily she gave herself over, how wet she got for her Mistress, how well-trained she was. That she was a slut, yes, but a good girl too. Eve’s girl. The flush on her cheeks deepened, not from shame but from pride in her surrender.

Eve smirked. She leaned down, biting gently at Katie’s exposed throat, her hand working the glass toy in steady, deliberate strokes.

“Be loud for me, pet,” Eve whispered. “If they haven’t noticed yet, let’s give them something to really look at.”

Katie let out a strangled moan, her back arching as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “Mistress, please…”

“You’ll come when I say,” Eve warned.

Katie shuddered, barely able to hold herself still. “Yes, Mistress.”

The risk, the exposure, the certainty that she was putting on a show for someone, it was too much. Her body tensed, teetering on the edge, every nerve stretched thin with need.

Eve shifted her grip, suddenly fucking the toy into her faster, deeper, the ribbed glass gliding with soaked ease. The change in rhythm made Katie cry out, her legs straining, back arching.

“Are you close, pet?” Eve purred, her voice low and dangerous.

Katie gasped, desperate. “Yes, yes, Mistress, please, I need to… ah!”

Eve drove the toy in harder, the sound of wet friction echoing beneath them. “Not yet.”

Katie whimpered, the denial making her hips twitch helplessly against the dock. Her arousal was pooling now, dripping down and spreading beneath her, soaking the wood where she lay. “Please, Mistress, please, I’m trying….”

Eve leaned close, lips brushing Katie’s ear. “You’re going to gush for me, aren’t you? Going to show them how messy your little cunt gets when I play with you like this?”

“Yes,” Katie sobbed. “Yes, I’ll be good, I’ll show them…just please… please…”

Eve gave one more deep thrust, twisting the toy just so. “Now.”

Katie came with a cry, her whole body seizing under the force of it. Her release gushed out in a hot wave, splashing onto the dock, slicking Eve’s hand and the toy and the boards beneath her thighs. The dock groaned with her movements, the open air catching every broken sound from her throat as she writhed through it, shamelessly wet.

Eve didn’t stop until the aftershocks faded, until Katie was gasping, body limp, spread open under the midday sun.

Then she slowly withdrew the glass toy, now dripping with Katie’s cum, and held it up to the light with a dark, satisfied smile.

“Good girl,” she murmured, voice thick with pride.

Katie, still dazed, finally turned her head. Across the lake, at the distant cabin, she saw it -

Two figures standing on their dock.

One of them definitely had binoculars.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh my god.”

Eve followed her gaze, then laughed, low and dark. She reached down, tilting Katie’s flushed face back toward her.

“They definitely saw,” she whispered against Katie’s lips.

And the worst part?

Katie loved it.