For 100 Days(81)

He sets his shorts aside and moves in close to my side. When I reach for him, he catches my hand and stretches it up above my head. Then he brings the other one up, and places one of my palms atop the other. He holds them there for a moment, before his fingers run slowly down the length of my arm, then along my rib cage.

“All of this is mine,” he says. “Every perfect inch.”

I shiver under his light caress, goose bumps racing in the wake of his touch. It’s torture keeping my hands above my head, but I know that’s what he wants. It’s what he’s demanded, even if he hasn’t said the words.

His touch descends, lingering along the buoyant curves of my breasts, then down the center of my rib cage. He strokes my belly, his finger tracing the rim of my navel, sending electric sparks into my limbs. Then his touch travels farther, over my hip bones, then along the line of trimmed blonde hair on my pubis. When his fingers sink delectably into the soaked V of my thighs, my answering sigh leaks out of me, thin and shaky with desire.

“This,” he says, his eyes locked on mine as he cleaves my slick folds. “This especially is mine. Any way I want it. Whenever and however I choose. Isn’t that right?”

I nod, all I can manage as his touch slides all along my sex, his fingertips alternating between stroking my clit and teasing the entrance of my body. I moan helplessly, yearning for him to penetrate me, to fill me.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes.” My answer is a threadbare gasp.

“Hmm.” He slowly shakes his head. He draws his fingers away from me and I whimper at the loss. “You know what I want to hear, Avery. Say it for me. Let me know I have your surrender.”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly, eager in spite of my uncertainty about where he might take me tonight. “Yes, sir.”

“Very good. For that, you deserve a reward.”

He moves between my legs, then spreads them wide. His heated palms skate down my thighs and behind my knees, bending them so that the soles of my feet are flat on the cushions. His gaze rakes over me, from my fully exposed sex, to my naked torso, which glows milky pale under the moon and stars above us.

Then his eyes lift to my face and I see so much desire in his expression, it staggers me.

“Jesus Christ, you are stunning, Avery. You have no idea, do you?” His deep voice is rough, a jagged scrape of words from his throat. “If I were a painter, this is the only muse I’d ever need.”

He kisses the shallow dip of my stomach, his mouth hot against my skin. His tongue is deliciously soft as he licks and sucks a dizzying path to one side of my pelvis, then the other. My spine arches in reflex to his kisses, and it takes all of my concentration to keep my hands obediently clasped above me as he proceeds to taste every bare inch of my abdomen.

I’m already soaked and quivering even before his palms slide under my ass, lifting me to his mouth. The first flick of his tongue along the seam of my body nearly unravels me. But I ride it out, wanting to obey him. Wanting to please Nick with my submission as much as he is pleasing me now with his dominance and control.

He plunders my sex with his mouth and tongue, stroking my clit, licking and sucking my pussy as if he means to devour me. Tremors ripple through me, spreading fire across my senses as my climax swells to life. I can’t contain it. I can’t hold back my sharp cry of release as he sucks my clit between his teeth and penetrates me with his fingers, my walls squeezing around him, greedy and demanding.

“Oh, God.” My hips buck in his hands, but he doesn’t relent. He keeps kissing me, keeps stroking me mercilessly with his tongue until I fear I’ll pass out from sheer ecstasy. “Oh, fuck . . . Nick.”

I’m still coming, still shuddering with the aftershocks of my release when he finally eases me back down onto the cushion. “Don’t move. Keep your hands where they are.”

“Yes, sir.” My agreement boils past my lips, not even a hint of hesitation. Right now, I’ll say anything—submit to anything—for another chance to feel his mouth on my needy flesh.

Straddling me, he rises up over my torso. His cock is fully engorged and immense, riveting my gaze to it as a droplet of hot, silken fluid drips from the broad crown onto my belly while Nick reaches over my head. I have no idea what he’s doing. My mind is blissfully drugged on adrenaline and endorphins, and my senses are still hazy as I slowly float back down from somewhere in the clouds.

I hear him withdraw something from a hatch near our heads. The soft slither doesn’t fully register until I feel the cool abrasion of rope being wound around my wrists.

Alarm shoots through me, jolting me back to full awareness. “Nick—”