The summer night was thick with warmth, the air still except for the occasional rustle of the trees. The fire crackled steadily, flames licking at the wood and sending glowing embers spiraling into the dark sky. The lake stretched out beyond them, black and endless, reflecting only the flickering orange of the campfire and the faintest hint of the moon.

Eve sat reclined on the large outdoor lounger, her body relaxed but in full command of the moment. She was still clothed, the contrast making Katie’s nakedness feel even more pronounced. Katie curled against her, her bare skin heated by both the fire and her own simmering arousal.

She had been wet all day. Ever since she had seen the men across the lake watching her that afternoon. She knew Eve had noticed, Eve always noticed. And now, in the cover of darkness, Katie was on edge, her body hyperaware of every shift, every brush of fabric against her skin, every glance her Domme gave her.

Then, movement on the water.

Eve saw them first. A canoe slicing through the lake, two figures silhouetted by the firelight. They moved with quiet confidence, paddling toward the dock of their cabin. Katie followed her Domme’s gaze, her breath catching. The men from earlier.

She trembled, pressing closer to Eve. “They’re really coming,” she whispered. “They saw me today and now they’re… they’re here.”

Eve said nothing at first, just smiled.

The canoe slid against the dock with barely a sound. The men climbed out, tying it down before making their way toward the fire. They didn’t speak until they were close, stepping into the circle of warm light.

“Lovely night,” one of them said, his voice smooth and easy.

“It is,” Eve agreed, calm as ever.

They didn’t introduce themselves, didn’t ask for names. They simply settled into the chairs across from the lounger, making themselves comfortable.

Katie burned under their gazes. She was partially hidden by Eve, but not enough, not nearly enough. Her breasts were still visible in the flickering light, the glow of the fire licking over her skin.

Eve’s fingers brushed over her collar, a casual, possessive touch. “Would you like a drink?” she asked them, as though this was nothing more than a friendly fireside gathering.

“That would be lovely,” one replied, the other nodding in agreement.

Eve smiled, then looked down at Katie. “Go inside and get our guests some beers.”

Katie’s body clenched at the command. Her heart raced. She had to get them. Which meant standing. Walking. Showing them everything.

“Mistress…” Her voice was soft, hesitant. “They’ll see all of me.”

Eve’s gaze held hers. “Yes, they will.”

Katie flushed. Her lips parted, and after a beat she whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

She pushed herself up from the lounger, feeling the fire’s heat on her skin, feeling their heat. The men said nothing as she stood, neither encouragement nor teasing remarks. They simply watched. Enjoying the sight they had been allowed by her Mistress.

Her cheeks burned as she walked to the cabin, aware of every bounce of her breasts, every sway of her hips. You’re doing this for her, she reminded herself. Make her proud.

Inside, she grabbed two cold bottles from the fridge, her hands shaking slightly. Her arousal throbbed between her legs, wetness already coating her thighs. She wanted them to look. She hated how much she wanted them to look.

When she returned, the men were still there, still watching, still waiting. Eve continued her conversation as though nothing had happened, her voice smooth and unhurried. Katie set the beers down with trembling fingers, then immediately returned to Eve’s side, curling back into her Domme’s presence, seeking the grounding of her touch.

Eve ran a hand down her arm before moving. She stood, walking behind the lounger and adjusting the backrest. Lifting it.

Katie’s body was suddenly fully visible, her nudity no longer just something half-hidden in shadow.

She stiffened for a moment, breath catching. “Mistress…”

Eve settled back beside her, stretching out on her side, her lips brushing against Katie’s ear. “They’re enjoying the view, pet,” she murmured. “I think you should give them a proper show.”

Katie’s breath stuttered. “You really want them to see me like that?”

Eve’s lips curved against her skin. “I want them to see who you belong to.”

Katie bit her lip, cheeks glowing with shame and desire. “Okay,” she whispered. “I want to make you proud.”

Eve reached for the quick-release restraints, fastening Katie’s ankles to the corners of the lounger, spreading her open. Then, she leaned in, voice low and firm.

“They will not touch. They will not speak. They will not even acknowledge their own pleasure.” She glanced toward the men, her dominance absolute. “But they can watch.”

Katie’s body clenched at her Mistress’s words. She swallowed hard, then nodded, arousal overwhelming her ability to speak.

Eve knelt between Katie’s thighs, trailing her hands up the sensitive skin before lowering her mouth.

Katie gasped at the first press of her Domme’s tongue. “Oh, Mistress…”

Eve teased her slowly, her mouth tormenting and worshipping her in equal measure. Not enough to let her tip over into release, but enough to drive her into a fever pitch of need. Katie was panting, moaning softly, her body trembling in its restraints.

Her voice broke between gasps. “They’re watching me like this… I’m so wet, Mistress… I can’t believe…”

“You love it,” Eve murmured against her. “Say it.”

Katie whimpered. “I love it. I love being your show. I love… being used like this.”

Then, Eve withdrew, climbing back up beside her, fingers tracing along Katie’s flushed skin. She reached into the bag beside the lounger and pulled out a sleek, dark blue vibrator. She held it in front of Katie’s lips.

“Pleasure yourself,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Katie blinked. “Me?” she whispered. “In front of them?”

Eve gripped her chin, forcing her gaze up. “Do it for me, pet. For your Mistress.”

Katie’s resolve crumbled.

“Yes, Mistress,” she breathed, taking the toy with shaking fingers.

She pressed the vibrator against herself, gasping at the immediate intensity. She didn’t hold back, didn’t tease, she was already too worked up for that. The sucking in and out of the toy filled the air, almost rhythmic, mixing with the crackling of the fire.

Eve watched her, murmuring encouragements, her hands never leaving Katie’s body.

“You look so beautiful like this,” she whispered. “Open. Dripping. Perfect.”

Katie whimpered, arching into the toy. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“So beautiful, my love.”

Finally, Katie looked.

The men sat in shadow, their bodies obscured, but their hands were not. Slow, deliberate strokes, taking in everything she was giving them.

Katie moaned, her body shaking. She loved it. The rawness, the humiliation, the power of her own display.

Her pleasure peaked. The vibrations sent her spiraling higher, her legs trembling in the restraints, the pressure inside her unbearable.

“Mistress, may I come?” she gasped.

Eve kissed her temple. “Yes, pet. Let them see you fall apart.”

And then she broke.

Her orgasm tore through her, a cry slipping from her lips. Her body clenched around the toy, her muscles locking, and then the release hit.

She squirted.

A gush of wetness, covering the lounger, splashing into the fire with a sharp sizzle.

Katie sagged, boneless, her body spent and trembling. Eve unfastened her restraints, pulling her close under a light blanket, kissing the top of her head.

The men rose. Without a word, they stepped back toward their canoe, disappearing into the night.

Eve stroked Katie’s hair, her voice laced with amusement and pride.

“You really are my perfect little exhibitionist.”