Page 10 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)

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Untying her was one of my favourite parts.

Not that I didn’t enjoy tying her up, but there was something about undoing every knot.

Unlacing every tie. The way the ropes slid through my fingers and slowly left her body was almost meditative.

And she liked it, too. Pulling rope against rope caused a gentle rumbling sensation that cascaded through the cord, and the way it gently reverberated across her skin always made her eyes flutter closed with enjoyment.

A perfect way to start coming down from any of our sessions.

Now that she was completely undone, I could admire what was left behind. The stripes on her skin from the ropes were outstanding. A perfect echo of the ties that had been there only minutes ago. Every mark was a sign that she was mine. That she let me bind her and use her for my pleasure.

“What do you need?” I asked, grabbing one of the oversized, fluffy robes hanging in the closet. I held it open beside the bed and she rose to her knees, elegantly slipping inside.

“Can you hold me?” she asked, taking my hand.

I kissed the top of her head. “Of course. One minute.”

Darting into the private bathroom attached to our suite, I ran a washcloth under hot water and wrung it out before returning to her.

“Open,” I said softly, climbing onto the bed at her feet.

She allowed her legs to drop open, and I gently dabbed the warm cloth against her pussy—swollen and red from the rough way I’d treated her tonight.

Fucking gorgeous. I cleaned her slowly, ensuring I wiped up all traces of me, not forgetting where I’d spread my cum across her stomach earlier.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I set the cloth on the nightstand and snuggled under the covers beside her. I’d clean the ropes later.

“Tell me that was all okay,” I blurted out, unable to wait another second. I needed to know she was alright after everything I’d done to her.

“It was. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

I tucked her under my arm and tugged her to my chest. “Can you tell me about it? What was it like for you?”

She toyed with my chest hair. “I was…nervous, at first, when you came into the room. Your voice was different. It wasn’t like you. I panicked for a minute before settling into it all.”

“But you knew it was me, right?”

Her hand drifted down to my stomach, fingers playing with the ridges of the muscle there. “Of course, love. You were so different, though. Convincing.”

“I did good for you?”

She sighed and her warm breath cascaded across my chest. “So good.”

“Because I really fucking liked it,” I quickly added.

“Oh my god, me too. As soon as the blindfold was off, I was gone for you. Seeing you sprawled out in the chair, studying my body, touching yourself. That was the moment that solidified it all for me.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “I’m glad that did something for you.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She chuckled. “What did you like?”

“Honestly? I know I was harsh with the things I said, but being able to praise you in a new way had me hard as a fucking steel beam.”

“I would do it again,” she said, sitting up to look me in the eye. “But I think I need a bit of time to process everything fully before we do.”

“Same, cara . Some time to just be us.”

She nodded.

“You wanna play around? Lighten the mood before we settle into our aftercare routine?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t I show you how to bind my wrists?”

“You want me to tie you up?”

“Why not?”

She beamed. “Okay. ”

I leaned over the edge of the bed and nabbed one of the shorter ropes from where I’d discarded them on the floor.

Liv moved to the center of the bed and sat cross-legged, eager to begin, no doubt.

Getting to show her how to tie sent a spark through my heart, filling me with joy.

I was confident enough at this point in all the basic knots that sharing my knowledge with her had me puffing my chest out and setting my shoulders back.

I handed her the rope. “We’ll do a simple one. A wrap and cinch. We learned it in our very first class.”

“I remember. You tied my ankle to my thigh.”

Sitting in front of her, I nodded and put my wrists close together, but not touching. “Hold the end of the rope so you have enough left at the end to tie off with.”

She slid the rainbow of colours through her palms, leaving a small amount at the end. “Like this?”

“Exactly. Now, begin wrapping the other end of the rope around my wrists.”

Shifting to her knees, she did as instructed .

“Make sure the ropes stay parallel and lay flat.”

Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she checked the line, continuing to wrap until she had five perfect loops binding me together. “Now what?”

“Alright. You have one end of the rope in each hand.”

“Yup.”

“Take your left hand and raise it up toward the middle of my hands, and your right hand and lower it down in the same direction. It’ll make the ropes twist into each other.

She paused for a second while thinking about my instructions. “Like this?” she asked, moving the lines just as I told her.

“Perfect. Now, take those ends between my hands and wrap them around all the cords…” Her slender fingers moved carefully, doing as I said, before I continued. “Beautiful. Bring them back around to the starting position.”

“I tie it off now?”

“Not quite. Pull both ends. It’ll cinch the ropes and tighten them all together. ”

She pulled hard, and I jerked forward. I laughed at her open mouth.

“Sorry,” she squeaked.

“Didn’t know you were so strong,” I teased. “Maybe you should be jerking me around more often.”

“You like that?”

“I don’t not like it.”

“Tie now?”

“Check the tightness first. Just like I always do.”

She slipped two fingers under one cuff, then moved to the other side. “Seems good to me. How does it feel for you?”

“I think you did a wonderful job, carissima . Looks exquisite, feels divine—just like you.”

Her cheeks flushed a beautiful, dark red.

“Lock it off now with a square knot.”

Her nimble fingers ended the tie and secured the cuffs in place.

“That wasn’t too hard.” Her eyes gleamed. “I can see why you like it.”

“Are you going to switch on me? Become a rigger?”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” She ran her palms down my arms. “I’d much rather be bound by your strong hands.”

“Can you be good for me?” I asked, one eyebrow arched.

“Of course I can be,” she answered, voice low.

“Take advantage of me. Use me the way I used you.”

“How?”

“Any way you want. Push me around a little. Take from me.”

I didn’t know what had come over me. But seeing her up on her knees in front of me, my wrists bound and unable to touch her, I wanted her to have all the power. Choice. Agency.

She stilled, taking me in. Her gaze flickered from my eyes to my hands to my cock. “I can do anything I want?”

“Fuck yes, cara . Just let me satisfy you. Please,” I begged.

Her hands landed firmly on my chest before she shoved me down on the bed. “Don’t move.”

She crawled around to my head before positioning herself over me.

Never had such an exquisite view existed.

The canals of Venice, the Cliffs of Moher, Moraine Lake—all had absolutely fucking nothing on her pussy.

I could stare at it every day for the next sixty years, and I’d be the happiest man alive.

Scratch that. If I could eat it all day, I’d be the happiest man alive. But gazing at it was a close second.

“Sit on my face. Let me drown in you.”

“Are you in charge, or am I?” she quipped.

I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was smiling that smug little smile of hers. The same one she always got when we were fooling around and she had something I wanted.

“You know you want to,” I groaned, desperate to run my hands up her body. Feel her smooth skin. Squeeze her tits. Massage her body.

Maybe I could sneak a taste. I lifted my head off the bed and jutted my chin forward, tongue out, and lapped at her sweet slit.

She jumped before moving just out of reach.

“Bad boy,” she hummed.

“The worst,” I agreed. “Punish me for it. Suffocate me.”

She giggled. “You’re obsessed. ”

“With you.”

“With my pussy.”

“With every part of you. God, let me lick you, cara .”

“Do you deserve it?”

“No, but you do.” My voice ached with raw need. “I want to eat you so loudly that every cock in this goddamn place stands at attention. I want everyone to know my name by the time I’m done with you because you’ve been screaming it so fucking loud.”

She wiggled her ass above my head and I gritted my teeth. “You make a compelling case.”

“It’s time to stop fucking around, Liv. I already can’t touch you and it’s driving me insane. The seconds feel like goddamn hours. Put your pussy on my face so I can tongue-fuck you like the good girl you are.”

A whine escaped her lips as her legs tensed where they rested beside my shoulders.

“You know you want it,” I whispered. “Give it to me.”

She lowered her luscious cunt onto my mouth, and it filled every sense I had. Finally—fucking finally. I licked her fast and hard, not giving her a chance to warm up. Not taking a minute to tease her. I wanted to gorge on her right fucking now. So I did.

“Nico,” she cried. “Fuck.”

I strained against my bindings, fighting the need to grasp onto her, and focused instead on pleasing her pussy.

Pressing my face between her thighs, I rocked my head into her, allowing my tongue to delve into her hole again and again.

I growled as she pushed back into me, lowering herself as much as possible, grinding against my face.

Fuck yes. She worked herself into a frenzy on me, taking what she needed.

Wetness spread across my lips and nose, dripping down my chin. She shook against me, her sweet pussy contracting in rapid fire succession. I sucked her arousal down, drinking her taste, thanking the universe that I got to be the man she used as a fucking throne.

I breathed her in. Lived on her. Sucked her down like oxygen no longer existed.