Silent Daughter 1: Taken by Linnea May, Stella Noir

returns. 
    I take Liz's hand to help her get on deck. She looks at me expectantly.
    I lead her to the bridge deck, which is equipped with a sitting area in white leather. Just like everything else on this yacht, the design is contemporary and light, featuring taupe on the upper deck and bleached oak on the lower deck, which creates an interesting contrast from inside to outside.
    Thanks to the blazing sun, the bridge deck is still warm enough to sit outside even out on the water where it will be much colder.
    "Sit," I order her, gesturing towards the sitting area. "Make yourself comfortable while I get us out of here."
    She nods and follows my gesture, but stops midway, turning around to me.
    "Can't I sit next to you at the helm?" she asks. "I've never been on a yacht like this. It would be interesting to watch."
    I look at her, contemplating if this was the right moment to insist on commanding her and expecting full obedience, but decide otherwise.
    Not yet.
    "Sure," I agree.
    She has been visibly tense since we stepped on the yacht, sitting up unnaturally straight next to me as I steer the boat out onto the lake. I plan to put as much distance between us and the riverside as possible.
    Coincidentally, this also brings us closer to my house, which has a pier of its own. But she doesn't need to know that right now.
    "Where did you tell your family you were going?" I ask.
    The question appears to come out of the blue for her. She has been observing the water ahead of us and is startled at hearing my voice.
    "Nowhere in particular," she says. "I didn't have to tell them anything. All they want to know is whether I will be around for dinner."
    "And will you?" I ask, knowing quite well that she won't.
    "No," she says. "I told them I would grab something downtown."
    "Is that what you told them?" I interrogate. "That you're going downtown?"
    "Yes," she says. "Bookstores, shopping, meeting a friend... things like that. They don't care."
    I do. It's important for me to know where her parents think she is.
    "Did you tell anybody that you were meeting me?" I continue my questioning.
    She chuckles. "What? Do you want to hear if I told any of my girlfriends about you?"
    Yes, but for different reasons than she thinks.
    "I do."
    "I'm sorry to disappoint you," she says. "But I haven't told anyone about you, or this, or about what happened in the forest at my parents' place."
    Good. Very good.
    "How come?" I ask.
    She sighs. Her eyes wander back to the horizon where there's nothing but water ahead of us. Luckily, there aren't even any other boats or yachts within sight.
    Fate seems to be on my side today.
    "I don't talk about this kind of thing," she says. "It's none of their business. Besides, I don't have a Sex and the City -type gang as friends, who sit around and chat about their sexual exploits all day."
    "Too bad," I say. Of course, I couldn't be happier to hear this.
    We have reached the area of the lake I intend to cast anchor. For now.
    The yacht is now located at the widest part of the lake. Wide enough to be far away from the riverside, but able to set anchor away from the main route that most boats take. I would hate to be interrupted because we're in somebody's way.
    I stop the engine, cast the anchor, and prepare everything for our temporary parking while Liz observes me with big eyes.
    She looks like a young school girl sitting next to me. The way she is sitting, upright and attentive, while her big eyes follow every single one of my motions. So innocent with that naive aura around her, even though I know she is anything but a virgin. She has a twisted min d — the marks around her ankles proved just that.
    My cock twitches at the thought of tying her up the way she has fantasized about and doing things to her that may or may not have been part of those fantasies.
    I turn around to her.
    She reciprocates my gaze, looking up at me with eyes that are now closer to blue than ever before. We are sitting below the shades that