Nadia's question, asked so earnestly, almost made me laugh. Of course, I trusted her.

To an extent.

Tonight, I'd allowed her to handcuff me to the metal spindles of her bed's headboard. That I was completely naked when she did so only served to make me feel more vulnerable. In the candlelight, I also felt strangely free, like I'd left my identity just outside her apartment door.

I'd never been into bondage, not even within the safe parameters of my marriage. But wasn't that the trait I found most attractive in Nadia? Her eagerness to try new things? Her gorgeous body was merely a secondary consideration.

"I do trust you," I now told her. She rewarded me with a pleased smile before unclasping her lacy black bra. Her long hair, a stunning shade of copper, was pulled back from her face. Even as I fixed my stare on her breasts, I berated myself for being such a goddamn cliché. Here I was, a married man in my mid-forties, having my first affair. Nadia was ten years younger, but on nights like these, when she held all the power, she had a way of making me feel inept and foolish.

And maybe that was what I wanted most of all: to be put in my place.

The bra fell away from Nadia's breasts, exposing those perfect globes to my view. Her small nipples were a delicate shade between pink and peach. As she toyed with them, my cock jumped.

Grinning at my excitement, Nadia took off her panties next. But instead of casting them aside, she climbed onto the bed to kneel next to me. Gently, playfully, she draped the undergarment across my face, making sure the crotch was at my mouth.  I managed to draw the fabric, already damp with her juices, between my lips. My eyes locked with hers while I readily sucked and licked those panties.

"You're so dirty, Dalton." Nadia's voice was a seductive purr; she liked me dirty. Her fingertips grazed the length of my erection. "It turns you on that I'm so wet, doesn't it?"

"Mmm-hmm." I'd saturated her panties with my saliva, and I was now ready to taste her pussy.

"Sometimes," she said quietly, "I think I want you so much only because you belong to someone else."

I flinched at her words, but she took the sting from them by swirling her tongue over my cockhead. In my rapidly building arousal, I gave the handcuffs a tug. It didn't take long for me to realize they would continue restraining me no matter how much I might struggle. These weren't cheap toys Nadia had bought. If I rested my hands against the bed, I felt none of the metal's bite; it was only when I pulled that the cuffs grew uncomfortable.

"Isn't that why you want me?" Nadia went on. Her breath was warm against my dick. "Because I can never really be had?" She took me between her lips, and I surrendered to all the pleasure her talented mouth could give. When I lifted my head, her panties slipped from my face. Again, our stares met, and I was struck by how she looked so eager to please. Those pale blue eyes of hers were absolutely guileless.

Of course, that didn't last. Her smile grew wicked as she moved up my body, leaving my cock aching for more of her attention. I gasped at the feel of her tongue flicking over my left nipple.

Lifting an eyebrow, she asked, "You don't like that?"

"It feels strange."

"How so?" Nadia demanded. When I didn't answer, she wrapped her lips around my nipple and sucked hard. While she made eager noises that bordered on obscene, as if this act got her hornier than anything else, I writhed on the bed.

"Nadia!" My voice was strained, revealing my discomfort.

Looking up at me again, she circled a fingertip around my right nipple. "Does it make you feel like less of a man when I do that? Is that why you're squirming so much?"

Her taunting made my jaw tighten. "Why do you insist on pushing me? Can't we simply enjoy ourselves tonight?"

"I'm sorry, Dalton." Nadia feigned a contrite expression. "Would you rather I coddled you the way your wife does?" As she straddled my torso, my stare settled between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her sex. "You wouldn't be with me if you wanted coddling."

Before I could argue, Nadia positioned her wet cunt directly above my face. I breathed in the scent of her arousal; my mouth watered from my fierce desire to taste it.

"Your wife wouldn't sit on your face, would she?"

I closed my eyes, already regretting that I'd shared details with Nadia about my lackluster sex life. My sweet, wholesome wife gave blowjobs out of a sense of duty, and she'd never enjoyed me going down on her.

Nadia continued teasing, lowering her pussy within licking distance and then withdrawing out of reach again. I released a frustrated growl, straining against the handcuffs.

"Careful," she said. "You don't want to bruise your wrists. How would you explain that?"

"Nadia, I swear to God—"

I didn't have a chance to finish my warning, for she settled all the way down upon me then. I was immersed in her pussy; in that moment, my world consisted of nothing else. No job stress, no midlife fears of growing older. No disappointment with my marriage. Part of me wished I could spend the rest of my life like this.

Nadia rode my face, bearing down with surprising strength. I moaned while doing my best to devour her. With her thighs clamped tight around my head, she grabbed my hair and used me for her pleasure. "That's it! Be a good boy and eat my pussy. Ooh, you know just what to do with that tongue!"

Her words made my dick throb. Even as my lungs ached for air, I homed in on her clit. When she lifted off of me, I kept my tongue extended, wanting to finish what I'd started.

"More?" she asked while I caught my breath.

"Please," I begged.

We went on that way for what seemed like hours. I sensed the evening getting away from me, but I could no longer bring myself to care. Through sheer determination, I made Nadia orgasm half a dozen times. All the while, I kept futilely struggling against the cuffs. I wanted to touch her. More than that, I wanted at least some illusion of control.

"I'm gonna squirt if we keep this up!" Nadia panted. "My clit is so fucking sensitive." She trembled violently, and I longed to push her to the point where her pleasure was so intense that it edged into pain.

As Nadia pressed down firmly upon me, I worked my tongue to exhaustion. "Oh, fuck yes!" I heard her wail. Seconds later, my face was flooded with a hot liquid. It was impossible to keep it out of my mouth. What little taste it had was far more subtle than her natural lubrication, and its consistency was like that of water. My own body shook with need, for it was indescribably arousing to have made her come so hard.

Once Nadia's thighs stopped quivering, she eased off of me. I felt helpless as she used her panties to wipe the fluid from my skin. "Now you're even dirtier," she told me with a wink.

My face was hot from being smothered by Nadia's pussy. I was desperate for her to take my cock. The kiss she planted on my mouth was almost chaste. Still kneeling at my side, she positioned herself so that her tits swayed directly above me. I lifted my head and captured her nipple between my lips.

"Oh, is that what you want?" she murmured. I sucked hard at her flesh, determined to leave a vivid bruise so she would be reminded of me later. When I grew brave enough to bite that sensitive peak, I felt a shudder travel through her.

Latching on to her other tit, I suckled with utter abandon. I never would have been so rough with my wife, but I knew Nadia loved it.

When she finally sat up, I had a chance to admire my work. Her tits were a deep, mottled pink, with both nipples elongated from my efforts. Sliding her palm over my chest, Nadia flashed a sly grin. "What if I were to leave you here for a little while?"

"Don't you fucking dare!" I'd told my wife I was working late at the office, but that lie could be taken only so far. Too much time had slipped by for us to waste even a second more.

Nadia's cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her eyes held a kind of manic brightness. She seemed to delight in my warning tone. "I could take a shower, make myself a cup of tea..."

My patience, already worn thin, suddenly snapped. "Take these goddamn cuffs off me!" In fury, I pulled at my restraints. The cuffs rattled loudly against the spindles.

All the teasing vanished from Nadia's face. "Don't," she urged gently. "You'll bruise your skin." She was quick to retrieve the key from the nightstand. Holding my breath, I watched as she unlocked the first set of cuffs. As soon as I was free, I snatched my hand away from the metal bracelet.

Nadia hesitated before sliding the key into the other pair of cuffs. Her eyes met mine, and I noticed that she appeared uncertain for the first time tonight. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

A smile appeared on my lips. "Do you trust me?"

Nadia wavered for only a moment. "I trust you."

"Then be a good girl and unlock the cuffs."

She moved to obey, her hands quick and efficient. The cuff circling my left wrist opened, and I effortlessly escaped its confinement. At my side, Nadia froze. When our eyes locked, a silent moment passed between us.

Then I lunged for her.

She didn't shout; she didn't so much as struggle. Instead, she went limp in my grasp, allowing me to drag her down onto the bed. My teeth were clenched as I slid my body upon hers. Now, it was my fingers circling her delicate wrists. Her gaze revealed nothing; those eyes were like two still pools. But she whispered, "Do what you want."

With one hand, I pinned Nadia's wrists above her head. This forceful pull of her arms drew her breasts taut, and I again admired the marks already forming on her milky skin. Placing my other hand against her neck, I gently squeezed. Though I knew it drove her wild to be restrained this way, I was always careful. My fingers applied the slightest pressure, an almost imperceptible tightening. But oh, she felt it! Her hips bucked with desperate arousal.

I held her until she whined with impatience. When I finally took hold of my cock, she made no attempt to close her legs. I marveled at how docile she was as I slid my tip over her folds. In moments, I was right at her opening.

I entered her with a brutal thrust. This time, she did cry out. Her back arched fiercely, and I lowered my head to give her nipple another warning bite. Her hot, wet pussy clenched around my cock in response.

As I began pumping my hips, the force of my fucking made her headboard smack against the wall. The neighbors might complain about the noise, but I took a deep satisfaction in it. "Is this what you want?" I growled through my heavy breaths.

"Yes! I want you to wreck my pussy, Dalton!" Strands of Nadia's hair had come loose and now clung to her damp face. When my cockhead tapped her cervix, I knew it was an uncomfortable sensation for both of us, but she shouted for more. "Harder!" She writhed like a feral creature beneath me, and I struggled to keep a firm hold on her wrists. "Oh my God, your big cock is stretching me!"

Droplets of sweat fell from my face to strike her skin. I had no idea how I'd managed to last this long. Fearing I was too close, I slowed my thrusts. Nadia let out a whimper of protest, which I silenced with a punishing kiss. My lips were still pressed hard against hers when an orgasmic tremor coursed through her body. I felt each contraction around my dick; they seemed intent on coaxing forth my own climax.

Finally, I broke the kiss. Nadia managed not to scream, but her moans were loud enough to fill the room. I gave it to her as roughly as I dared, making certain she'd feel this fuck long after I left. After another series of spasms contorted her muscles and made her eyes roll, I had little strength left to hold back. "I'm going to come inside you!" I told her.

Nadia stared up at me in shock. Though she was on birth control, I'd always insisted on pulling out. No sense in tempting fate. But tonight, I was determined to flood her tender pussy with my cum.

"Please!" she whimpered. Her orgasm had subsided, but she still used her powerful muscles to milk my cock. It was excruciating trying to last!

My groans mingled with Nadia's cries as I reached my release. There were no words to describe the ecstasy of bathing her inner walls with my seed. Each spurt filled me with a kind of euphoria I'd never before experienced.

Even after I was spent, I stayed buried inside her. Only when she struggled in my grip did I release her wrists. Now free, she moved to embrace me. I buried my face in her neck, trying to catch my breath.

"We've had some mind-blowing sex, but that was unbelievable!" I could hear the grin in Nadia's voice. "And all I had to do was put you in handcuffs."

Lifting my head, I gave her a stern look. "You did more than that. What a bad girl you were, pushing me until I snapped."

Nadia giggled, and I couldn't help but grin as well. It was impossible to be upset with her when her eyes held such affection. "You wanted to be pushed," she said. "And I was sure that you wouldn't truly hurt me."

I raised an eyebrow. "You weren't even a little worried?"

Nadia gave me one of those sweet, lingering kisses I craved. It was so gentle, so different from our fucking tonight. I knew she would now be tender, almost loving. And later, I'd leave her apartment feeling certain that she did love me, in her own way.

"I wasn't worried," Nadia whispered. "Not even a little bit. You know why?" Smiling, she smoothed my hair back from my face. "Because I trust you."

The depth of her feelings moved me. Would I ever be able to trust this wild, mercurial woman so wholeheartedly?

That remained to be seen.