Chapter 126

I turn in his arms and hug him fully, savoring his naked skin on my bikini clad body, hot and smooth and
strong. Sending tingles and aches through me so easily while taking my mind far from the topic that’s
hurting me, my insides responding on some primal level.

“Make me laugh. Distract me,” I whisper against him, indicating that I don’t want to talk about this
anymore, I don’t want to think of that creep any longer. Burying my face against his chest.

For the last few days, it’s all he’s done, even over stupid, tiny disagreements, he somehow manages to
take it all away and get me to smile and laugh. I want that more than ever right now, to remove this
heavy knot in my stomach at realizing my father was the scum I always believed him to be. The
disappointment I always knew he was.

He moves me out of his arms so I’m standing in front of him, bends down and picks me up over his
shoulder in one swift movement, making me squeal. Holding my thighs with a strong arm he takes a
few strides to the side of the boat, to the open railing, and jumps in the ocean taking me with him.
Sarong and all, even his sunglasses nestled on top of my head.

“I said laugh, not drown!” I cough, grinning and spitting out warm salty water when we resurface; he
has his arms around me, treading water so we stay afloat, wiping droplets from his face. Devilish and
grinning, his hair infuriatingly still in place; the boyfriend with the indestructible hair. I really should
investigate Carrero grooming products.

“You’re smiling so I got it halfway right.” He grins, kissing me solidly. “Want to have sex in the sea?” He
pulls my body to him, so my legs are around his waist, my arms around his neck, even in the cooler
water he feels hot and smooth and inviting.

“Again? Oh, if we must,” I answer demurely as if it’s the most boring request known to man, but my
body is clenching in anticipation and a huge grin on my face. Best way to get over upset is to have your
fit sexy Jake make love to you, works wonders every time. His eyes move to my lips as he focuses on



them for a few seconds, I’m fascinated by the clearest green of their depths and the way his pupils
contract and dilate as he thinks about something, his expression so serious. A smile breaks across his
handsome face, throwing a kiss on the corner of my mouth, he lets me go, pulling my hand and makes
me swim after him toward the edge of the boat.

“Where are we going? I thought you wanted to … Ummm … play in the sea?” I query, following him
regardless.

“You’re right, we’ve done it a few times now … Figured I would try something new with you, tiny.”
disappointment tugs at me. I like when he makes love to me in the sea even if it’s not actually all too
lubricated, it’s wild and erotic, but a sense of exhilaration raises instead. New with Jake could be
anything, he has no end to the sexual positions he puts me in, no end to his experimentation. I also
have no qualms with letting him, trusting him always.

I follow him up the chrome ladder onto the boat, water pouring down my skin, and my sarong, molded
to my legs. My sunglasses are surprisingly still stuck in my hair as he turns when he gets to the top and
helps me the last few rungs before leading me to our bedroom on the lower deck, hand in hand.

Walking into the darkened room, he leaves me standing in the middle of the floor with a command to
wait while he leaves. I pick up a towel and dry myself off quickly, peeling off the sarong and throwing it
into the laundry basket, I pull the sunglasses out of my tangled hair and lay them on the vanity for safe
keeping. I’m rather partial to his sunglasses.

He returns carrying a black velvet bag and throws it on the bed, so the contents empty over the sheets.
I shiver with nerves as I watch him, we’ve never included anything in our sex sessions, just him and me
and now here he has some sort of collection of Gothic looking cuffs and straps. I narrow my eyes and
glance at him questioningly. Suddenly wary.



“They’re not mine before you start freaking out, thinking I’m some sort of Mr. Grey hiding some red
room obsessions.” He grins. “The staff found them after the last time we were here, I think they
belonged to that porn chick.”

“Miracle?” I laugh at the memory of the bimbo with the high-pitched squeal, Daniel Hunters entourage
for that trip. He nods looking down at the things on the bed.

“Do you trust me?” He moves forward so we’re nose to nose and lightly grazes my lips with his. “Trust
me to tie you up?”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” I giggle gazing past him at the pile of restraining devices and there seems to
be a blindfold too. I swallow and sigh, “Yes, Jake, I trust you.” I exhale quietly as he kisses me hard
then lifts me up to straddle his waist and carries me to the bed.

“Good, because I’m going to handcuff you to my bed and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow … In a very
loving way of course.” He drops me down, so I’m laid on my back with my legs still firmly propped up
around his waist.

“You and that word …” I roll my eyes.

“Baby, come on … Would it sound quite so sexy if I said anything else? If I said I’m going to boink you
like there’s no tomorrow, it wouldn’t have the same ring to it.” He starts devouring my body with his
mouth before I respond.

“When you put it like that …” My sentence trails off as I surrender to the sensation of his tongue tracing
my stomach muscles, every touch sending soft, hot tingles of pleasure over my skin, silencing me
effectively.

He makes light work of moving back on top of me, his damp body acting like a sensual distraction of
cold and wet against my warm and dry, moving up the bed, he takes one of my wrists and pulls it



toward him. He slowly straps on one of the wide, leather cuffs which is padded with a Velcro fastening.
I wouldn’t be able to get my hand out unaided. He takes my other hand and does the same, slowly, and
deliberately, watching my face for signs of disapproval. When he has them on, he moves down my
body with kisses, licks, and nibbles, making me groan. I close my eyes as I lay back on the bed,
relaxing, letting him take control and enjoying every delectable sensation. Finally, he puts one on each
ankle amid a flurry of gentle kisses and soft caresses, with the same slow deliberate movement and
watching me for signs of refusal.

He comes to kneel over me, picks up the straps that look like wide nylon hiking cord and clips them to
the metal rings on each cuff; long lengths that trail down the bed. They look more like horse leading
ropes.

“You sure about this?” He stops and ponders me, kneeling over my body and caging me in. The
excitement slowly building within me has knocked all sense of doubt away as tingles and nervous
excitement shoot through me instead,

“Very sure.” I breathe sexily as his eyes darken, lust moving in. Things getting heavy and serious as
our bodies awaken again.

He decides on using the light fixtures on each corner of the headboard as his point of connection and
pulls my arms up above my head to anchor me close to them in mid-air. My breath catches in my chest,
my body goosebumps with excitement as my hands dangle and the cuffs tighten with the weight. I’ve
never been tied up, never had any urge to be, yet with him it doesn’t feel wrong or weird or even scary.
It feels achingly good. I’m powerless to stop him devouring me.

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

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



The look on his face is almost boyish, he likes trying new things, he likes finding new ways to have his
way with me. Jake and his love of games, spicing it up. I want this, I want anything he does to me over
and over, never tiring of the endless ways he can make every time seem new and exciting.

He comes up to my face, pulling the blindfold over my hair so he covers my eyes and sinks a long, slow
passionate kiss on my mouth. A gentle, perfect molding of two into one, his tongue exploring mine. A
reassuring “I love you and I want you to trust me” sort of a 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 is sending 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 move
involuntarily. Moaning softly as he maneuvers me into submission then he tugs my legs apart with a
swift action that makes me gasp under my breath. His hands come down my inner thighs, his hot skin
sending electric jolts across my stomach. He ties my ankle straps somewhere low down, the strain of
the cuffs putting light pressure on me, so I’m spread open, completely unable to move at all and
exposed completely. I flinch, aware his weight leaves the bed. Hyperaware to sound and sensation so
quickly.


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