Page 3 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)

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After Bridgette did an intricate self-tie and suspended herself from the rope installation she’d masterfully woven, it was my turn to have Olivia all to myself. Away from the prying eyes of the class. Away from everyone in the club.

I’d already removed the ties we’d learned in class to give her body a break.

With what I had planned for the night, I needed her feeling her absolute best. Once I was through with her, she’d be a puddle on the floor of our private room.

She’d been so adventurous over the past couple months with me.

Engaging in the lessons. Trying out any tie I asked.

Letting me fuck her senseless while bound on the bed.

My beloved. My carissima .

“Take off your clothes. Slowly,” I commanded, sitting in the plush armchair I’d moved to the foot of the bed. Leaning back, I spread my legs and got comfortable.

Liv was kneeling on top of the white satin covers. At my request, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She let the soft nude fabric adorned with small white bows fall into her arms, which she’d crossed at her waist.

I held out my waiting palm. “Give it to me, please.”

Her small, upturned eyes sparkled. “Gladly.”

She reached out and dropped the barely-there fabric into my hand, revealing her tanned, perky little tits.

I laid it out beside me on the armrest of the chair, careful not to wrinkle the delicate piece.

Her peachy pink nipples were hard in the cool air of the room.

I’d remedy any chill she felt soon. Get her so hot, she could hardly stand it. After all, her pleasure was mine .

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” I demanded.

Her eyes flickered over my shoulder at the mirror covering the far wall of the room. It spanned from floor-to-ceiling, side-to-side, and offered an unobstructed view of everything we would do to each other tonight.

She touched her fingertips to her nipples and rubbed them in small circles while holding her own gaze in the mirror. I watched her as she watched herself. A light blush graced her cheeks, and I smiled. Her fingers dropped down her body and slipped into the waistband of her thong. I nodded.

At a glacial pace, she slid them down, making me lean forward and hold my breath. Waiting. Waiting for the sweet reveal of that tiny tuft of blonde hair above her irresistible pussy lips. A smile crossed her face as she toyed with me. My beautiful woman.

Finally, the fabric snapped over her hips and down her thighs, and I groaned into my fist.

“Like what you see?” she teased.

“God, Liv. Can I just…?” I stood from my place in the chair and stepped toward her .

“Can you just what ?” she asked, her eyes settling back on mine as she cascaded a palm over her breasts and down her taut stomach.

I placed a knee on the bed and gripped her hips.

She cocked her head, gazing at me, undoubtedly wondering what was running through my mind.

With one swift move, I lifted her and threw her onto her back.

Ripping down her thong, I tucked it in my pocket, spread her legs, and slid my nose up the inside of her thigh.

“Just taste you for a while,” I finished, descending on her cunt.

Her tart flavour filled my mouth as I lapped at her slit.

Long, slow licks at first—just to tease her—before I picked up my pace and feasted on her pussy.

Her hands flew into my hair and tugged me closer.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lifted her ass off the bed, eating her in the air.

She clamped her legs around my head and bucked into my face.

“Keep going,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”

She knew I wouldn’t stop until she came all over my face at least twice. But I still liked to hear her beg, and she still liked to do it .

I could hardly draw in a breath, let alone answer her, so I continued to work her over.

Sucking and licking in the way she loved.

Rubbing my tongue across her clit over and over as she ground against my face.

She overwhelmed my senses. Her tangy flavour, her slickness, the scent that was pure Olivia.

All of it together made me absolutely feral, and I pushed my face further into her folds, gorging myself on her sweetness.

I wanted her to suffocate me. Her entire body tensed, shuddering against me.

“I’m going to squirt,” she cried out through gritted teeth.

I hummed my approval against her pussy, and the vibrations sent her over the edge. She quivered as her cunt pulsed against my tongue, flooding it with her orgasm. I drank down every last drop I could manage, allowing the rest to coat my chin and drip down my neck with pride.

“Fuck, cara . You taste so good.” I licked my lips and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it to the floor. “Again.”

I yanked her to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. Wasting no time, I buried my head in her pussy, tasting her release on my tongue.

“Already?” she gasped out.

I growled between her thighs, too lost in her to utter any sort of words as I ate her up.

All I lived for was her euphoria. My principal goal was to get her off as many times as I could.

Until she couldn’t take it anymore. Until it hurt.

Until she begged me to stop. In the bedroom, I was of service to her in any way I saw fit.

“Nico,” she moaned, bucking into my face.

I nipped at her. Only a graze of my teeth, and she jumped.

I couldn’t help but chuckle while I continued.

I flicked her with my tongue. Kissed her delicate parts.

Sucked her clit between my lips and ran my tongue around it.

Her breathy little sighs weren’t enough.

I needed to feel her pussy clench around me.

With two fingers at her entrance, I gathered her wetness and gently pushed inside her. She whimpered at the intrusion and let her legs fall further open.

“Yes,” she said on a breath. “More.”

I pumped my fingers in and up, grazing that spot inside that made her shake. She was so warm, so soft, and so fucking wet. My god.

Fucking soaked and I’d barely begun.

I fucked her with my fingers and lapped up her slit like it was the very thing giving me life. She shuddered underneath me, vibrating at the way I played with her body.

“I’m going to come,” she groaned, loud and deep.

Exactly what I wanted. My cock was straining against my dress pants, begging to be let out. I was as hard as a fucking uncut diamond at this point. Nothing got me going more than my woman getting off. If I wasn’t careful, I’d come in my pants.

Her breathing deepened. She pulled in gulpfuls of oxygen, panting as I played with her body. She pushed up to one elbow, gazing straight down at me. Our eyes met and she whined with need, grasping onto the bed sheets as I drove her higher into ecstasy.

Fuck being careful.

I rutted against the foot of the bed. The friction of the mattress against my dick was enough—for now. While she fluttered around my fingers and screamed my name for the entire club to hear, I worked myself against the surface. Watching. Rubbing. Eating. Finger-fucking.

“Nico,” she choked out, dropping back onto the bed while fisting my hair.

The way my name left her lips pushed me over the edge. I shivered as her pussy pulsed and my orgasm crashed through my body. While she came in my mouth, I let loose in my underwear, groaning into her pretty pink cunt.

Her body went slack on the bed, and I stood, stripping off my dress pants and tossing them alongside my discarded shirt.

What a fucking sight she was. Naked on the silken sheets, dirty blonde waves mussed around her head, tanned legs splayed open for my viewing pleasure while she basked in her bliss.

Carefully, I pulled my boxer briefs down my thighs. To say cum was everywhere was an understatement. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of the mess.

“Did you come in your pants?” she asked, sitting up on her knees to peek over the edge of the bed.

I shrugged and gave her a wink. “Couldn’t help myself. ”

She sighed and laid back on the bevy of pillows against the headboard. “That’s stupid sexy.”

I smirked. “Yeah? You want to clean me up, cara ?”

Nodding eagerly, she scurried off the bed and dropped to her knees at my feet.

Unable to hold back a laugh, I stroked her cheek and said, “That hungry for me?”

“Always.”

“Over here, then.” I strutted to the other overstuffed armchair in one of the corners and took a seat. “Come wrap your pretty lips around me.”

She crawled across the floor, taking her time—always making me sweat for it—and nestled herself between my legs.

“Stroke it for me,” she whispered, head cocked to the side, bluebell eyes locked on mine.

Keeping my gaze on hers, I palmed my half-hard cock and ran my hand up and down my length. She smiled and her eyes dropped to my hand. She focused on my movements as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Fuck. I like when you do that,” I groaned, moving my hand slightly faster. My cum slipped between my fingers and over my palm as my hand glided over my length.

“My turn,” she said, taking my hand and sucking two of my fingers into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled over my digits, cleaning off my release. She popped her lips off and gave my palm one long lick before taking my cock in her mouth and twirling her tongue around my tip.

“I love the way you look with your lips wrapped around me.”

I ran my hand through her shoulder-length locks and gripped at the base of her skull, gently tugging at the root.

She moaned, the sound vibrating through my shaft.

Drool dripped down the length of me, coating my dick.

Adding a hand to the base of my cock, she stroked me in time while bobbing up and down.

She popped off and placed a hand on my chest, pressing me back into the chair. “Relax,” she commanded.

Giving in to her advice, I dropped against the backrest and reclined. Completely stretched out before her, she took my cock into her mouth again and swallowed me down. My dick grew in her mouth, getting harder with each pass of her warm lips. Each stroke against her tongue.

She gathered her hair to one side so I could see her face.

Her pretty pout worked me so good, I had trouble keeping myself from squirming beneath her.

I wanted to touch her. To give her the same high she was giving me.

Her lips were stretched around me, and she gagged when I hit the back of her throat.

The tips of my fingers itched to be back inside her.

All I wanted to do was be inside her. Be it fingers, tongue, or cock. I needed to please her. Needed to feel her around me. Lick my way into her mouth as she cried out beneath my body. Drink down her moans. Nip at her lip while she panted with each thrust.

My eyes rolled back in my head while she sucked me off, thinking of all the ways I could bring her to the brink and have her falling over the edge. Her hand joined her mouth, working in tandem, sliding up and down my shaft. She was so ridiculously beautiful.

So intent.

So determined .

If I couldn’t satisfy her with my body, I’d do it with my words.

“That’s it. Keep going. Just like that,” I rasped. “I love watching you take my cock like this.”

She hummed around my dick and I bucked into her mouth, causing her to gag before regaining her rhythm.

I scrubbed my hands through my hair. “God, how are you so fucking good at this?”

Slipping her free hand up my abdomen, she scratched her pink, almond-shaped nails down my muscles, raking at my skin as she swirled the tip of her tongue around my tip.

The pain and perfection made the electricity deep in my gut coil around itself.

She knew exactly what she was doing. With one more rake of her nails, I let loose down her throat, painting it with my cum.

She pulled off of me and sank to the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The cheeky little smile that painted her face made me want to commission an artist to capture her expression.

So outrageously perfect. No one ever got to see her this way except for me.

When she was confident in her abilities, no matter what that ability was, she was extraordinary.

I sat forward and brushed a stray lock of wavy hair from in front of her face. “No one makes me come like you do, cara .”

She winked at me before standing and snatching the rope from the dresser. “And no one else ever will.”