With Ties That Bind: Book 3 (The Broken Bonds 6)

When I look into the depths of her brown eyes, I see her fight still lingering—the raw, carnal craving to inflict pain to match her own. I could analyze and break that down, weighing my fierce need to control in the face of chaos—or I could submit to her, throwing all rational thoughts out the fucking window.

“You have to tell me when to stop—”

“I will,” she assures. “Don’t hold back.”

My grip tightens on her thigh as I bring her leg over my shoulder. I push down her body and take her in my mouth. Giving pleasure first to ease her into rougher play. I bite her inner thigh, then suck her clit. She tastes like pure, sweet want—a combination not unlike the pleasure and pain I’m inflicting. Yearning pulls at my back, muscles taut with restraint.

Her hands fist in my hair. I lift up and clasp her wrists with one hand as I sink my fingers inside her with the other. Pushing her hands into the bed, I drive my fingers deeper, swept into a funnel of lust as she bucks against me, her hips arching off the mattress.

In a swift move, I reach over and snake the belt from my pants. Her eyes plead her trust; she knows I’d never hurt her, not in the way she’s suffered before. And all she has to do is utter one syllable to bring me to a dead stop.

I’m not sure who craves this more as I bind her wrists with the leather; but I’m damn near shaking. Maybe some of that infection seeped inside me. A plume of blackness swirled like ink into my once pristine, calm waters, rocking me to the core. Crafting a beast from the man. A man that before her, before this case, would’ve enforced hard limits on mixing pain with pleasure.

When you give yourself to someone, you have to be willing to give it all—willing to be any and all that they need. Before Avery, the job got all of me. Now, I make pleasing her my profession. For her, I’m more than willing to push boundaries. Like a switch, I flip from dominant to subservient at her body’s request.

It’s a new liberation that terrifies me, what it could mean. That I thought I knew exactly who I was my whole life and I was firm in that belief. Control, order, simplicity—all upended to be the man who worships her.

And I worship her, strapping the belt to the headboard, her wrists bound in leather, so my hands can track her body, memorizing every curve and soft valley. My mouth nips and caresses, laying claim to every inch of her skin. When she’s trembling with need, demanding more, I bring her back away from the headboard and move in behind her, placing her arms around my neck.

“Spread your legs,” I demand.

She does, pressing her thighs against mine. I palm her hips and bring her ass up against my cock. I grind against her. The feel of her perfect ass tantalizing, maddening. Erotically posed, legs splayed wide, Avery tugs at her restraint. I pluck her nipples, eliciting a small hitch in her breath, then she’s moving against me as I work a hand down, sliding my fingers over her clit.

I rub and massage, pinching her slick lips between my fingers, applying enough pressure to make her squirm. “Harder,” she demands.

I won’t deny her. Using her body’s response as my guide, I dip inside her, over and over, fingers pumping as she bucks against me. Her hips undulate, driving me crazy, and I sink my teeth into her arm. Tweaking her nipple gets me another sexy thrust of her hips, and I work the bud until she’s panting, tossing her head back against my shoulder.

My mouth bears down, sucking her skin between my teeth, inflicting the pain she seeks. She’s so wet, my fingers slick along her folds, her heat drenching my palm.

I reach a hand behind my head and loosen the belt enough for her hands to slip free, then bracing an arm around her shoulder, force her chest down, giving me unfettered access to push inside her.

At this angle, she feels so damn tight. My cock grows rock-hard at the feel of her contracting around me. “Jesus—” I’m barely able to construct a coherent thought, never mind a full sentence. I drive harder, hands gripping her hips, slamming her down onto my dick.

He’s so fucking greedy, I’m about to take it all for myself. But I pull back, holding her ass just above my pelvis to gain control.

She takes advantage of the short recess and breaks free. She climbs onto my lap and wraps her long legs around my waist. Anchoring an arm around my neck, she slides down along my shaft. I bite out a curse.

Her sultry smile ignites my skin. “I love watching you lose control.” Long strokes bring me to the brink as she grinds against me.

I latch on to her thighs and slam inside her, catching her mouth with mine. I slide my fingers into her hair and grip, exposing her throat. I take my time kissing, tasting, as she rocks against me, pulling us deeper into a sensual haze.

I bring her with me as I get to my knees. Holding her in my arms, I piston into her until she’s digging her nails into my back for purchase. “Don’t hold back…” she trails off, and I spin us toward the wall, pinning her against the headboard.

The first time…I admit I was tender, gentle even. Worried about hurting her, or triggering a bad memory. Like walking a tightrope, I was focused on balance rather than the elated feeling.

Her strength and resilience proved to be tougher than me. Holding back with her would be an insult to this woman. Her only fear: my gun. The reminder spikes my fury anew, and I wrench my belt free of the headboard.

“Make me sting,” she whispers against my lips.

Fucking hell. A hard shiver blankets my skin, threatening in the wake of her words. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I test first—a light whap with the end of the leather belt. Her body clenches, and I squeeze my eyes closed against the consuming feel of her tightening around me.

I close my hand around her throat, my body holding her against the headboard as I drive into her, and smack her ass harder. I feel her gasp against my palm, and when she relaxes again, she soaks my cock.

At her command, the licks come harder, each time a testament to my control that I don’t break. My fingers clasp her throat tighter, her eyes drilling into me with a desperate plea. More. My thrusts become wild.

Every time the leather slaps her skin, the sound sends a jolt charging through me. She gasps against my hold, pure erotic pleasure creasing her beautiful features. I swallow her breathy moan as she comes hard, so fucking hard, and I release inside her.

Her muscles are still milking my cock as we come down, my mouth taking in the last of her orgasm, tasting her desire. As I break away, panting and fucking dizzy, she strokes the back of my neck.