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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—”
“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.
