The air was cold, the breeze colder still. He forced my naked body out the door and onto the decking, my feet freezing the moment they left the warmth of the carpet inside.

'On your knees.' he grunted in my ear, and I whimpered as I complied, letting him push me downwards til my knees made contact with the wooden slats. My knees screamed at me, the decking was not made for comfort and my body wanted me to know. He pushed me forwards further til my arse was in the air, balanced precariously on aching knees and hands bound at the wrist and forearm with rope.

'Good little toy,' he said as he maneuvered himself between my legs. He teased me for a moment, enjoying the sound of my whimpers before ramming himself deep inside me. I moaned as he fucked me, partly in pleasure but mostly in pain as his hips slamming mine ground my knees further into the decking. He fucked me ruthlessly, and I could hear him breathing through his teeth as he grinned at the sounds of my suffering.

A few moments later, he slowed. His hands found the rope around my wrist and he wrapped the trailing end around my neck, grabbing my hair to wrench my head back.

'Look up.' he demanded, 'I want you to see how easy it would be for someone to stumble on you, to see you getting used like the pretty little fuckdoll you are.'

He pulled my head to the right. The solar lights in the garden cast an eerie glow, the moon bright enough to make out most details beyond its reach.

'See that field right there?' he breathed into my neck, 'A farmer could come walking down any minute. Or hikers... there are always hikers around these parts. What would they think if they saw you right now?'

His hand wrapped around my neck, pulling my body upwards and compressing the rope further. He slowly, purposefully, stroked his cock in and out of my body as he choked me, before slamming his hips back into mine.

'What would they think if they saw you getting used, whimpering on my cock like the good toy you are?'

He held me there for a moment, breathless, before throwing me down and gripping my hips to drive my collapsed & heaving body back and forth on his cock.

'I bet you'd like that wouldn't you,' he spat out at me, 'I can feel how tight the thought is making you, the idea of someone stumbling on you and seeing how desperate you are while being fucked in the open.'

He pushed down on my hips, forcing my knees into the wooden slats and I had to bite my arm to stifle myself from crying out. He chuckled to himself as he saw this, and I felt his cock twitch as he drank in my pain.

'They could see how easily you let me use you, how willing you are to please and be a good toy for me...' he paused to sink his teeth into the flesh of my back, groaning softly as I involuntary clenched around him, 'I wonder if they could tell how tight you get when I hurt you?'

He bit me again and I gasped, cold air filling my lungs as my body shook with pain and exertion.

'I bet you'd put on such a good show for them,' he continued, as he slowly pulled himself out of me. 'wouldn't you, little doll?'

I nodded, panting, not trusting myself to speak. 'Good girl.' he growled, standing and wrenching me up by my neck and a fistful of my hair. My legs were shaking, but he forced me to stumble back to the door.

'I knew you'd like that,' he said as he shoved me back into the warmth of the indoors, 'but now I want you back inside so you can put on a show for me.'

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