For 100 Days(82)

“Shh.” He pauses what he’s doing and reaches down to gently stroke my cheek. His gaze holds my wary eyes, firm and calm. “Do you trust me?”

I swallow. “You’re tying me up . . .”

“Yes. But only because I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t know.” I try to pull my hands down and find he’s already bound them. Although there is slack in the line, I am tied securely to a metal cleat. “Nick, I’ve never . . .”

“I know, baby.” His voice is as gentle as I’ve ever heard it. “But you can trust me. And you know how you can stop this if we go too far for you. Just tell me to stop. Anytime, at any moment, and I will.” He caresses my cheek, then leans down and brushes a tender kiss over my lips. “Let me take you somewhere you’ve never been. Let me show you how good it can be to let go, to lose yourself to something you can’t control. Lose yourself to me, Avery.”

He’s not asking so much as commanding, yet I don’t bristle. I do trust him. I want to do things with him I’d never dare try and never in my life wanted to share with anyone else.

I agreed to let him take me away from safe ports today, and I can think of nothing more enticing than to do what he’s asking of me now—to lose myself to him and to this unquenchable passion that seems to obsess us both.

“Trust me,” he says, and I nod. “Not good enough, baby. I need you to say it.”

“Yes, sir.”

He shakes his head. Strokes my cheek with tender care. “No more sir. Not now.”

He kisses me again, a slow, soul-searing tangle of our lips and tongues. My arousal kindles to new life again, fueled by the erotic pressure of Nick’s erect cock resting against my stomach as he straddles me. His shaft twitches and swells as we kiss, his breath rasping into my open mouth.

He slides his palms down the length of my outstretched arms. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” His caress moves to my breasts, then lower, as he eases himself back down between my parted thighs. “I could fuck you for days, baby. Weeks.”

I sigh at how good that sounds. “Promises, promises, Mr. Baine.”

He chuckles darkly. “I would say don’t tempt me, but there’s no point in pretending that where you’re concerned.”

“Then fuck me now,” I order him, but my attempt at control is lost when his fingers slide into my cleft and push deep inside me. “Oh, God, Nick.”

I feel him lean back and grab for his shorts with his free hand, his other still driving me wild and making me squirm in needy anticipation. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, followed a moment later by the delicious pressure of Nick stroking his cock along the wet seam of my sex. I arch to greet him, and he thrusts home on a coarse grunt.

We slip into a deep, urgent rhythm, both of us hungry for the contact, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. He pushes deep, filling me until I can hardly breathe. Bound at my wrists, I can only use the tension of the rope to steady myself as he pounds into me in a frenzied tempo, driving me toward the crest of a fierce orgasm.

Nick watches me as I start to break apart once more, his eyes scorching me with the ferocity I see in them. “That’s it, baby. Come for me again. I want to see it. I can feel your tight pussy milking me. I know you’re close.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my breath heaving as I rock on the cushion, totally at his mercy.

The rope is a sweet abrasion against my skin, reminding me that I have no control with this man. Nor do I want it, not when the pleasure is as intense as this. I bite my lower lip as a whimper starts to boil up the back of my throat.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” Nick praises me. “You make the sexiest sounds. It makes me so damn hard to hear your little cries.”

He fucks me deeper, powering into me relentlessly, mastering me completely. I bear down to take the full measure of his battering thrusts, loving the animal intensity of him. Loving how raw and primal he can make me feel, while still managing to make me feel safe, even cherished.

My orgasm explodes an instant later, breaking over me in wave after wave, drowning me in pleasure. Dimly, as I’m spinning out to orbit, I feel Nick’s pace slow to a pause. He pulls out of me, still fully erect.

“Flip over, baby.” His voice is gravel, rough and jagged. “I need you on your knees. Now.”

Because I’m boneless now, in addition to being bound, he helps me turn. His strong hands are shaking a bit as he takes hold of my hips and twists me so that I’m no longer on my back, but positioned before him on my knees on the cushion. The length of white rope is coiled tighter around my wrists now that I’ve flipped over, locking me in place with my ass in the air and my hands stretched out in front of me.