Chapter 27

He uses the light fixtures on each corner of the headboard as his points of connection and pulls the straps attached to my wrists, lifting my arms above my head and anchoring me. My breath catches in my chest; my body is excitedly covered in goosebumps as my hands dangle, and the cuffs tighten with the weight. I’ve never been tied up or had the urge to be, yet it doesn’t feel wrong, weird, or even scary with him. It feels achingly good. I’m powerless to stop him from devouring me.

“Okay?” He stoops to brush lips with me reassuringly.

“Perfect.” I gently kiss him back and lick his bottom lip, a tiny teasing motion, satisfied with the reaction I feel growing in his swim shorts.

The look on his face is almost boyish. He likes trying new things, finding new ways to have his way with me, Jake, and his love of games and spicing things up. I want this; I want anything he does to me repeatedly. I’ll never tire of the endless ways he makes every time seem new and exciting.

His hands brush my face as he pulls the blindfold over my hair, covering my eyes and sinking a long, slow passionate kiss on my mouth. It’s a gentle, perfect melding of two into one, his tongue exploring mine, a reassuring ‘I love you, and I want you to trust me’ sort of kiss.

I can only wriggle my arms but can’t move them from side to side, up or down. I’m completely his, and the sensation sends hot thrills through every cell in my body.

He traces his tongue down my body again, slowly teasing and nibbling me, making me arch and writhe involuntarily. I moan softly as he maneuvers me into submission, and then he tugs my legs apart swiftly, making me gasp under my breath. His hands slide down my inner thighs, his hot skin sending electric jolts across my stomach. He ties my ankle straps down low, the strain of the cuffs putting light pressure on my calves.

I’m spread open, unable to move, completely exposed, and unable to see. I flinch as I feel his weight leave the bed with a small creak of the mattress, hyperaware of all sensations and sounds.

I stay still and quiet, waiting now that he’s no longer touching any part of my body. The inability to see has heightened all my other senses dramatically. I jerk and yelp when a warm hand touches my inner thigh, then giggle in reaction and hear him stifle a soft laugh.

A warm mouth follows, causing me to arch my back from the bed in response; it feels completely different and far too good. Held captive, completely at his mercy, and unable to predict his movements, every single touch is heightened to an intoxicating degree. I’m vulnerable with no control in any way, but I like it. It’s exhilarating because I trust him and know I am safe, even tied down and exposed. Old Emma would have died like this.

He slowly unties the straps of my bikini bottoms. I lift my hips a bit so he can pull them free, sliding them away. His knees are pressing into the bed at each side of my hips, so I guess he’s straddling me, but nothing else touches me.

I’m fully naked and utterly his to do with as he pleases. Soft lips graze my cleavage, and I jump again, laughing impulsively, my nerves on high alert. My breasts are still held in my bikini top as his warm fingers trace the thin straps up to my neck, sliding behind to pull them free. The bow unravels, and the soft damp ties are pulled out from behind me easily. A hot firm hand slides under my back, and I arch upwards, allowing the removal of the other ties, inhaling slowly and deeply when the bikini is pulled away completely. This slow act he has going on builds up the tension inside of me, taking my anticipation to feverish levels.

His warm breath hovers over my abdomen, his weight shifting down the bed as he moves. I keep tilting to figure out what he’s doing, but I’ve never felt so alert and anticipating every touch. His lips graze my skin, and again, I tense abruptly, then relax to the small gentle kisses and licks. His mouth moves to the apex of my thighs; he hovers, blowing gently, sending a thousand sparks through me before his warm sensual tongue probes me deeply. I moan aloud, writhing and tugging against my constraints as I respond.

He continues expertly licking and toying with me. I can’t bring my legs or knees closer, so I’m wide open to him, unable to stop anything he is doing, making it all the more erotic. This is a new level of sex for us, a level I didn’t know we could reach because what we have already done so far has blown my mind.

As the pleasure intensifies, I groan and arch my back again, his mouth doing things to my clitoris that make my body shudder and writhe in ecstasy. His tongue’s wet, hot softness enters me repeatedly, teasing, sucking, probing. Gentle, pleasurable jolts shoot through me, bringing me to the brink; his breath on my most private part is so achingly good. I bite my lip hard, groaning from deep down while experiencing the build-up of internal heat, unable to stop my body from moving around. There’s warm wetness, showing him how much he’s turning me on, making me open up, and I throb for him, begging to be devoured.

I strain in my cuffs, savoring the feel of the pressure around my wrists and ankles, the harsh rasp against my skin as I tug again, and the cuffs pull against me. The sensation is such a contrast to what he’s doing. It only adds to the effect, the harshness and biting ache of being held prisoner juxtaposed with the sensual softness and deep pleasure as though he’s serving me. There’s something so highly sexual about surrendering myself to him this way, letting him fully possess my body, and being unable to stop him. As someone who’s always had to have control in life, never willing to drop her guard, I’m completely helpless to the lure of being his captive. It’s a fantasy I never imagined I would like, but it seems exactly what I want and need. I can truly let go.

The heat inside me intensifies, and the waves of euphoria begin climbing higher. Whatever he’s doing, combined with being restrained, is certainly talking to my inner goddess, and I’m unraveling effortlessly. I’m climaxing quickly. His fingers trace my curves as he flicks and sucks at my core and pushes me beyond the brink. I cum seconds later, crying out in thunderous glory, unable to tense and pull my legs in, yet it only makes it even more mind-blowing. He doesn’t stop as I cry out, his tongue pushing in for a final assault, his hands on my hips, yanking me down to force me further to him, which causes an almost instant second explosion of ecstasy. I groan out wildly as I convulse more harshly. This time stars go off in my darkened vision, and combined with the internal explosions, a rush of moisture runs down my inner thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me as I pant and grind myself into him.

“Seems like I’m doing something right.” His husky, lust-laden voice finally warms my ear, his large body covering me as the waves slowly subside, leaving me on fire and high alert. My body reacts to his warm, smooth skin, desire already coursing through me again, despite two orgasms. His lips graze my neck, his hands on my breasts, stroking, teasing, exploring me. His fingertips tug at my erect nipples, and it causes me to strain at my confines in reaction, but I’m held taut, still his willing captive. A crazily hot, electrifying sensation courses through me once more as my body cries out for more of this kind of lovemaking.

He pushes against me, still wearing his swim shorts, damp with seawater and cold against my overheated skin; it’s so sensual that sparks fly in every direction, a jolt like a thunderbolt. I push against him, savoring the feeling; the inner ache for his body to join with mine overpowers me so that I’m almost delirious with aching.

I’m still blinded by the mask over my eyes and can only anticipate his movements by sound and touch, which heightens everything inside of me to the point I’m panting helplessly.

“Who knew my cute little Emma was such a freak in the bedroom?” His husky voice is hoarse and low, sexily arousing against my neck as he slides against me, his lips meeting mine, his tongue slowly opening my mouth and sliding inside. I can taste my completion on his tongue, which makes me groan, aroused by something so primal, dirty, yet satisfying.

He moves off me, leaving me panting and longing for more. I listen to every sound he makes as he slides across the bed. My sense of hearing heightened. I listen to him opening a drawer, then the familiar rip of foil as he gets a condom. The anticipation has me shivering, my skin igniting with goosebumps.

Seconds later, he’s back over me, his weight making the bed dip. He leans on all fours, caging in my body like a predator, his body heat surrounding me. I shiver in anticipation, alert and wanting, as he leans down and captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking and gently biting until I’m wriggling around, moaning softly. He tends to the other in the same fashion, my body already climbing back into the initial stages of orgasm, highly sensitized and responsive to him in a way I’ve never been before.

It’s never been like this, so effortlessly bringing me to the verge of another body-racking, explosive climax, and I thought Jake had been doing a pretty outstanding job before now.

He moves back down to my ankles and rips open the ankle restraints, causing a surge of relief as I move my legs together again. Hot strong hands grasp me around the pelvis, then he flips me over, causing the upper restraints to cross my arms at the wrists, and I gasp at the surprise. It’s tighter, and I’m even less mobile, my head locked between my upper arms, facing down like a submissive. I’m defenseless and held, ready to be taken, something I would never have imagined being comfortable with, yet nothing is out of bounds with him.

He lifts my hips so I’m propped on my knees. Pulling my thighs apart, he moves behind me, never letting me go. His fingertips slide to my warmth and probe me softly before he enters me from behind in an easy, slow glide. I arch, letting out a satisfied moan, breath catching, and push myself back against him so I can experience his entire length filling me and hitting the ache deep inside that’s been building and craving his feel. There is never a substitute for the sense of him inside of me, no matter how good he is with his hands or mouth; this is what I crave.

He cups my ass and squeezes hard, moving his palms up until he grabs my hips, pushing me forward with his weight, the restraints biting in. It feels better than amazing. There’s nothing but a satisfying fullness and pressure as he fills me. Starting a slow, steady rhythm in and out, he soon has my body climbing higher and higher. As I groan and whimper, I can hear his loud and labored breath. The rhythm of our joined bodies is a sensual dance that slowly unravels me, blowing my mind.

He quickens the pace until he slams hard into me, almost ruthlessly, both of us breathing hard, eliciting soft grunts and moans. He’s gripping my waist so tightly I know it’ll leave marks, passion overtaking gentleness and lust driving him further. I savor the roughness and know this is not lovemaking, this is Jake’s definition of fucking, and I like it.

I cry out with every thrust. I love what he’s doing. I anticipate every movement, grinding back at him, encouraging him to be harder. Every jolt sends a deep wave of pleasure, and my body loses control as I begin to hit that dizzying height again. I moan loudly as the tension builds; this time, it’s so fast that it threatens to tear me apart. The build-up makes me pant out loud, filling me with heat and wetness, which only makes him more excited; he thrusts harder and faster. Jake screws me senseless.

Held captive in my pose, I cannot slow it down; his hard, hot body is ruthless. I harshly tug at my restraints, fearing the precipice I’m almost on the verge of reaching. The intensity overwhelms me, but I’m unable to move. It’s exhilarating and so goddamn satisfying. And then it happens, like a massive, all-consuming explosion, the waves of my climax quickly envelop me, and I spasm wildly without warning, letting out a wail of sheer ecstasy. Being completely immobile, splayed out in front of him, adds to the intensity of the orgasm, causing it to multiply and repeat for seemingly endless mind-blowing seconds that are so much more intense than anything I’ve experienced before. I cry out loudly for what feels like forever, racked with something so huge I can do nothing but surrender in the most earth-shattering moment of my life. My body flushes with moisture at my release, covering us both, and I lose all conscious awareness of anything except the ripples of extreme deliciousness catapulting through me. My body is alive with sensation.

He falls on top of me as I begin to still, and we both collapse on the bed in a heap, my arms outstretched above me. He’s still inside me, throbbing with his climax, which spurs a sprinkle of tiny, mini explosions within me that make me twitch involuntarily. I’m still moaning in ecstasy and unable to feel anything but extreme release, both lost inside our internal pleasures while joined.

I’ve never experienced anything like this, not even with Jake these past few days, and I’m completely spent, unable to do anything but languish here. He reaches up, releases the wrist cuffs, and pulls me into his arms, basking in what he’s just done to me, our bodies sagging in satisfaction. I’m panting and tingling all over, and my limbs have turned to Jell-O. He slides the blindfold off me, throwing it toward the wall, and spoons me as I blink in the sudden light. I can’t even move my limbs, and I’m still trying to catch my breath, my body heated crazily.

With his head on my shoulder, I feel him smile, his stubble grazing against my now-highly sensitive skin, and I smile too. Even after something like that, something so new and kinky, there’s no awkwardness or shyness. He satisfies me in ways I could never have dreamed of and rocks my world with seemingly little effort. He kisses me gently on the back of my shoulder and exhales with a sigh of contentment.

“Now that…is definitely in the top five. Might even be a number one spot,” he pants breathlessly, and I can tell by his tone that he’s still smiling. I grin too. “I’ve never made you cum like that before,” he mumbled softly, nuzzling my neck. “I think we’ll take this setup home with us, bambina. I’m definitely up for a repeat of this.” His voice is deep and husky.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” is all I can say in a dazed response. I’m beyond exhausted, unable to formulate a reply. I never knew sex could be the way it is with Jake, every time different and mind-blowing, but this has to be a favorite now. He just rocked my world. “That good, huh?” He kisses me on my cheek, a finger stroking my jawline, and then he stretches out, yawning, a hand appearing in the air above me as he loosens his limbs. I stretch out and nod, closing my eyes and snuggling against him, ready to fall asleep. He wraps around me a little more comfortably, nuzzling his face into my hair, his legs entwining with mine in his getting-ready-to-take-a-nap pose; it seems we’re both exhausted.

“Emma?” His voice is thick and hoarse, so close to my ear that it gives me goosebumps and rouses me.

“Mmm-hmmm?” I answer lazily, letting my hands follow the curve of his arms and covering them possessively, enjoying the strong, hard muscles under smooth skin and soft hair.

“It’s never been like this…” He breaks off as if he’s not sure if he wants to say this. I open my eyes, listening intently.

Does he mean that he’s never had sex like this? Or that it’s never felt as good as this?

I turn slightly to gaze at his face in the now-shadowy room. The sun has gone down and catches the coyness in his expression.

“In what way?” I croak, finding some of my shaking voice, my body still tingling in the afterglow.

“Wanting to have sex with you every second of every hour, like I just can’t get enough of you. No matter how much I get you naked, the urge never dies.” He leans closer to me, stroking my face gently. “Long before I touched you, I wanted you; it drove me crazy.” He pulls me so tightly it almost makes it impossible to breathe.

He has no clue that I felt the same way about him from the first time I ever laid eyes on him. With his effortless sexiness and over-the-top hotness, I’ve been under his spell, aching at his every movement, for so long. I turn to him within the circle of his arms, and our eyes meet.

“You’re the most adventurous girl I’ve ever met,” he continues, “There isn’t anything yet that you haven’t let me do to you. You’ve no idea how much of a turn-on that is. And how much of a surprise it’s been, too, considering everything I know about you and what that means to me.” He is so sincere it just floods me with warmth.

“I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me or do anything I didn’t want.” I gaze up at him, watching his gentle expression with adoration. “I’ve been yours from day one, Jake, even before I could admit it to myself, unable to function in your presence without fantasizing about your hands on me. The reality is so much more than the fantasy; everything you do only makes me love you more.” I lean up and kiss him passionately, his mouth responding with equal fire. His hands slide down my body to my naked butt, cupping it and pulling me toward him.

“I’ll never stop trying to fulfill your fantasies. Or making new ones together.” He frowns lightly, a seriousness to that flawless face, and he kisses me again, slowly and deeply, moving against me. My body responds instantly; he was right about one thing, no matter how often we make love, our bodies yearn for more. Even when I think I am beyond my capability, it surprises me that I can instantly recover and want it again soon. He hardens against me, and I know he’s reacting in the same way with his superhuman skill.

“How about round two?” He grins, pulling away from my mouth, as his hand reaches up to catch the cuff and pull it back toward us with a glint of wickedness in his eye.