Page 6 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)
nico
“Everything feels okay?” I asked for the hundredth time.
Liv laughed, and the sound lit up her face. “Yes, I promise.”
Bridgette had tied her up in a partial suspension.
Her right leg was bound with light pink rope—calf to thigh—and suspended from the anchor point in the ceiling.
She’d also tied another harness around her upper chest, careful not to detract from the diamonds I’d weaved earlier—and suspended her from that, as well.
I’d taken the liberty to tie her left foot to one of the bedposts.
She was secured at three separate points, hanging from the ceiling, unable to move .
I grabbed a shorter strand of our rope and re-tied the cuffs around her wrists I’d already tied twice before this evening, binding them behind her back.
All the back-to-back practice was helping me improve.
She was well and truly helpless. No way to escape.
No way to undo herself. She was my plaything until I decided otherwise.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she hummed, batting her eyelids at me.
I swiped the blindfold off the bed and slipped it over her eyes, fastening it securely behind her head.
“Can you see?” I asked, double-checking the front for any gaps.
“Not a thing except a bit of light coming in the bottom.”
“That works for me.” I cleared my throat. “And you are sure that you want this?”
She sighed. “Yes, love. If I wasn’t wrapped up in rope, I’d be pushing you out the door, telling you to get going.”
“Okay.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I only want to make absolutely certain that you’re still okay with playing out this scene. It could get intense. It will get intense.”
“I know. That’s what I want. ”
“And you remember your safe words?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Watermelon to slow down. Kiwi to stop.”
I chuckled. It was just like her to choose something like fruit to use as safe words for sex. My sweet, sexy thing.
“When I come back in, I won’t be me. No matter how much you beg me to stop, I won’t. Not until you say one of those words. That’s how I know you’re actually okay with what’s happening, even though it may not sound like it.”
She nodded along with what I was telling her. “I’m good, I promise. Are you? You need to be okay with all this, too.”
I hummed, running my fingers up her side and over the ropes that hugged her there. “Anything that gets you off, gets me off, cara . I’ll do it just like we’ve talked about.”
Stepping off the bed, I swiped our keycard from the dresser and headed for the door.
The mask she’d picked out when we’d first discussed trying this kind of role play sat on the entry table.
Nothing fancy. Plain, black, with only a cut-out for my eyes.
I pulled it over my head, turned the handle, and stepped out into the hallway.
When the door snicked shut behind me, I left Nico behind. I’d give her some time to hang in anticipation before returning as someone else. Someone with all the power. Someone willing to take what he wanted, to satisfy his urges, to use her up.
Only a doorway separated me from being that someone. And as much as the idea made me hesitate when I took the time to stop and think about it, another side of me couldn’t fucking wait to make her take me without mercy.