The courier had arrived with his luggage shortly after they had cleaned up from brunch. They had gotten dressed and had gone down to the moored sailboat. Ken had followed Miranda's lead and listened to her instructions carefully. Together they cast off without too many issues and were now heading up the inlet.

"So, I thought you wanted to go sailing?" he asked from where he had sat towards the front of the boat after securing the last of the lines. "This seems more like motoring."

She called back to him from the helm, "It's safer and more efficient to use the motor until we get to more open water," she explained. "Don't worry, there's a great breeze. You can help me get the sail up shortly."

She had completely missed his sarcasm, he knew that. "Really?" he asked tauntingly.

Her eyes fell on the expression he was giving her over his Ray-Ban's. "Ok, so you do know what you're doing."

"Not nearly as well as you do, but yeah, not my first time on a sailboat."

"I'll keep that in mind."

A short while later, they reached a nice clear stretch of water, and the wind was just as Miranda wanted it. Together they worked to raise the sail with Miranda directing and Ken being the main muscle. They were moving along at a good clip when the wind picked up further. "Whoa! Ken! Come give me hand," Miranda called out from the wheel, bracing herself as they picked up speed.

Ken held on and stepped back to her, moving to stand behind her. He added his hands to either side of hers. The wind whipped their hair and faces as they held on together, steering the ship. It was exhilarating.

Fortunately, the strength of the gust didn't last long, and soon they were back to gently sailing along the coast. Miranda let him take over for a while and sat near him on the padded bench, enjoying both the scenery and the view of him steering. After an hour or so, they turned for Baxter's, dropping the sail to return to using the motor, and Miranda took back over to get them docked.

They had to wait a little while for a table, so they grabbed drinks from the bar, a beer for him and a glass of white for her, and sat watching the cormorants dive for their own supper. They both saw a few people that they knew, but fortunately weren't pushed for more than a wave or a brief 'how are you' conversation. Shortly their table was ready, and they both ordered crab cakes, which were as good as always.

When they finished dinner, the winds had died completely, and it didn't take them long to motor back. Feeling tired from neither getting much sleep the night before and all the activity, it wasn't long before they were back in bed together. Ken insisted that she put on a nightgown, and he left his boxers on. True to his word, he didn't make a move to do anything but kiss her. When she made a move to tempt him, he grabbed her hands and tucked himself tightly to her, spooning her, but also holding her so that she couldn't continue her teasing. It didn't stop him from getting hard behind her or her feeling his response. She struggled against him, laughing. "Really?" she teased incredulously. "You're telling me you don't want to do something with that?"

Ken grunted behind her and just held on tighter. What he really wanted to do was spank her impish ass. "Of course I do you succubus," he complained, groaning as she shifted her ass against his crotch. He locked his hold on her tighter, stopping her movement. "Now stop. You need your rest if you're going to keep up with me tomorrow."

Miranda huffed. In truth, she was tired. She just couldn't resist messing with him. "Fine. But what are you going to do about that?" she asked, referring to his stiffening member, that she was well aware was all her fault.

"He'll settle, don't you worry. Now you settle down, too."

Miranda huffed again, mostly to play to part, and relaxed back against him. When he felt that she was reneging, he softened his hold. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep in his arms, and he followed shortly thereafter.

In the morning, they had breakfast again on the deck from the leftover brunch delivery, and then took a long morning stroll along the shore. There was enough left for lunch, so they had that too, back out on the deck after their walk. Ken suggested they take a ride to a beach that he knew. It wasn't somewhere that a woman of Miranda's class would normally go, so he figured she'd never been there, but he knew it was a gorgeous stretch of coastline. They paid to park in the public lot, and Ken found a place tucked in a corner that he felt comfortable enough to leave the corvette, and they headed down across the sand. It was another unusually cool day, so not many people were swimming, but there were quite a few on blankets and in beach chairs. Still, being early afternoon on a Monday, it wasn't too crowded.

They both took their shoes off, carrying them in their outside hands as they linked their inside hands together and walked down the beach, in and out of the water as it splashed gently on their feet with the roll of the small waves.

They stopped at a little mom and pop place on the way back to the property for a light dinner. Ken had every intention of getting them in bed early. He wanted to take his time.

Once back at the boathouse, he insisted that she shower first and without him this time. When she exited the bath, he rose to meet her. She was wrapped back in the terry cloth robe. "Get in bed," he directed. "I won't be long, and I except to find you naked when I return." He grasped her chin firmly, but not painfully between his thumb and index finger, and kissed her deeply. Miranda felt her toes curl.

She did as he asked, dropping her robe to the floor, and sliding beneath the sheet. She listened to the sound of the shower running. It didn't take her long to realize she was wet from the anticipation.

Ken returned shortly as promised, a towel slung low around his hips, a bit of water still clinging to the light hairs on his chest. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. "Miranda, do you trust me?" he asked.

Part of her felt that she shouldn't, but in truth, she did. "Yes," she answered.

Good. He thought to himself, but he didn't respond. Instead, he crossed to the divider where their garments from the wedding were still draped. He slipped his long-discarded silk tie from his pants pocket and turned back to her. "Lay down," he directed. "On the diagonal, arms over your head, hands together."

Oh frack. She thought. Yup, she'd better trust him.

Miranda shifted her pillow under her head and neck and moved to do as asked. Ken sat on the bed facing her, angling against her body and began to loop the tie around her wrists and hands. He made short work of securing her, obviously having done this before. A few wraps and a knot or so later and her hands were locked together facing each other. She wriggled a little, quickly realizing she was trapped. She wasn't uncomfortable, but there was no way she was getting loose without his help. He went to his luggage bag and returned with a thick black leather belt. Sliding it through her binds, he bent down and buckled the belt around the corner leg of the bed. Her hands and arms were stuck fast. He slid the sheet off of her slowly, and she shivered from a combination of the cool night air on her skin and his predatory gaze. She definitely felt like his prey, laid out for him to feast upon.

He moved over her, shifting her by her hips as he went, till he was satisfied with her positioning across the bed. "Now, my dear, I told you I had every intention of taking full advantage."

"You did," she agreed, albeit a little nervously.

"So, I expect your full cooperation. I am going to take my time, and I'm going to give you everything you need."