Page 4 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)

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I crawled onto the bed and perched myself in the middle, dangling the rope in Nico’s direction. “What’s next?”

Honestly, he could tell me he wanted to hogtie me and hang me from the ceiling, and I’d probably be down for it. Anything at all to have his fingers trailing around my body, caressing my skin, while his dark brows furrowed in concentration. I could watch him tie me all damn day.

He pulled himself from the chair and plucked a box from underneath the bed, placing it in front of me. It was black with a purple ribbon tied around it. “Something to work you up while I bind your hands. ”

I pursed my lips. “How did you hide that under there? I thought I got here before you tonight.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “I got Charlie to sneak it in earlier.”

“What is it?” I asked, running my fingers across the sleek surface.

“Open it.”

This man spoiled me. Not only in the bedroom every damn time we were together, but in other little ways. It was the absolute lover in him. It was in his blood. He was born to give everything he had to his partner, and it was almost unbelievable he had chosen me.

I delicately removed the lid and set it aside. Purple straps. Multiple purple straps? And was that a…butterfly made of silicone between all the strappy parts?

My wide eyes and scrunched nose must have given away my confusion because he added, “It’s a wearable vibrator.”

“How? You’re going to strap it to me?” I picked it up out of the box and held it aloft. “Where does it go?”

He laughed at my bewilderment and took it from me. “Lay on your back. I’ll show you.”

I did as he asked while he moved to the end of the bed. He slipped both feet through one loop and then placed each foot inside another before pulling it up my legs to settle it over my clit. “They’re like garters, almost. Except the one that goes around your hips.”

“I’ve never seen something like this,” I admitted.

The toy was purple and sparkly. The straps were stretchy enough to be comfortable around my thighs. It seemed secure, like it would stay in place, which many toys lacked. He must’ve done his research.

“I want you to feel good while I bind you tonight. Actually,” he added, scratching the back of his neck, “I want you to always feel good.”

“How does it turn on?” I asked, sitting up to check for any buttons on the device.

He took my palm and placed a matching remote in it. “For you.”

“You don’t want to control it?”

“I want you to use it exactly how you need it while I bind your wrists. Whatever you need, you give yourself. You’re the one experiencing it.”

I shrugged. “Can’t argue with that. ”

He nodded his head toward the top of the bed. “Sit with your back against the headboard. I’m ready to tie you up.”

I did as he said, placing two fluffy pillows behind my back before reclining against the sleek, dark headboard.

All the beds in the club were built with various activities in mind.

They had slats to tie silks around, anchor points for chains or rope, and some even had built-in pillories for people looking to be confined in a whole other way.

Not my thing, but I definitely saw the appeal.

“Put your wrists close together like you’ve done before.” He mimed the action and I followed suit.

He weaved the rope in a circle around my wrist, wrapping it in his practiced way, looping the tail behind and around, threading it through the center, and continuing on.

The way his thick fingers handled the rope was mesmerizing.

At home, he practiced on me, but I’d also caught him practicing on himself in his spare time.

Binding his ankles, sometimes even our dining chairs, learning the ties inside and out.

And the practice clearly paid off. His movements were fluid and smooth. Expert. That alone was a turn-on.

“Only interested in watching?” he asked with a smirk, cinching the tail to form two cuffs around my wrists and doing a quick safety check.

I blushed and turned on the vibrator. It sprang to life with a buzz and I dialed it up on the remote until it was a comfortable thrum across my entire pussy. I twitched against the surface of the bed.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Try to hold still, carissima .”

The way he worked was magic. Weaving the prettiest pair of handcuffs I’d ever had the privilege of wearing. Pinks, blues, and purples circled my wrists, forming a restraint of his making. He pulled the tail through each side of the cuffs before running it back through the center.

The way his calloused fingertips skimmed over my skin made me hum. I allowed my eyes to flicker closed and concentrated on his presence. How he tightened the tie, how he ran his fingers under the cuffs, how he pulled at the ropes—able to lead me wherever he wanted if only he said the word .

He ran two fingers under the cuffs again.

“It’s not too tight. I promise,” I murmured without opening my eyes.

With my safety ensured, he took the tail of the rope and climbed up beside me.

I allowed my arms to move with him as he fastened it to the center anchor point of the headboard.

Taut, but loose enough so it wouldn’t cause continual stress on my joints.

If there was one thing I’d learned about Nico since starting the practice of rope play together, it was that he took my safety incredibly seriously.

Another thing to add to the list of what made my heart melt for him.

I clicked the up button two more times on the remote and bucked my hips. Damn, this was a good vibe. A strong, consistent pulse spread across my cunt and I found myself rocking against the bed, desperate for something more.

He settled himself between my legs and swept his hands up the outside of them before trailing a path back down the insides.

I squirmed as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin and moved higher on my body.

Across my stomach, pausing to trace circles around my belly button, before finding my ribs and splaying his entire palms around them.

His skin was hot on mine. A welcome touch.

“More,” I whispered, opening my eyes to look at him.

He nodded, bracing himself on one arm while leaning down to brush his nose over my breast.

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight. This is only the beginning,” he said, licking my nipple before taking it in his mouth.

I moaned as he sucked my tit into his mouth, pulling at my nipple, swirling his tongue around my hard bud. He nipped at it quickly and I gasped, making a chuckle rumble deep in his throat.

“So fucking pretty when you’re under me like this,” he growled. “I’m having a hard time not giving more to you.”

My chest heaved up and down as my breathing became more shallow. The vibrator was working me into a haze—my body flushing with heat—as I strained against my binding.

“Give,” I breathed. “Give me whatever you want.”

He reached down and plunged his fingers inside me. I dropped my legs open further, welcoming the fullness. With ease, he found the spot inside me that made my toes curl against the sheets.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, sitting back to get a better angle and raking his gaze over my naked body. “Fucking saturated. Responding to my touch so perfectly, carissima .”

All I could do was moan between my panting. The vibrator. The tension of the ropes. His fingers pumping inside me. His filthy fucking mouth saying all the right things.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me tonight,” I managed to squeak out between heavy breaths.

“I’m going to tie you up and hang you from the ceiling,” he started, fingers creating obscene sounds in the quiet of the room, “and then I’m going to put on a mask and take whatever the fuck I want from you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“It won’t be me fucking you. Touching you. Not really. It’ll be someone else. Someone you don’t want, but you won’t be able to resist. I’ll feel too good inside you. Make you feel too good to tell me to stop.”

The walls of my pussy quivered, and I groaned, arching forward, willing everything to stay just as it was to bring me to my peak.

“I’ll wrap my hands around your delicate neck and squeeze until you see stars while I fuck your soaking wet pussy. Wrapped in my ropes. Bound and helpless,” he rasped.

I cried out as the sharp peak of my orgasm washed over me, pulling at the ropes binding my wrists. The idea of him taking what he wanted from me while I struggled against him was everything I never knew I needed.

“That’s it. Come all over my fingers like the good girl you always are for me.”

I fucked myself on his hand, riding out wave after wave of pleasure.

“Yes, Nico.” I sighed, slowly going slack against the ropes and relaxing fully. “I want that. I want all of that.”

“You’re ready for it?” he asked, pulling his fingers from me and sucking them clean between his lips.

God, he was sexy. And he was all mine. All for me. Always focused on me .

Tonight, I wanted him to take. As much as it went against his instincts, I wanted him to go all in. He was a giver through and through. Well, this evening, that was going to change. I needed him to have his way with me.

“I’m ready. I promise.”