Page 7 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)

olivia

Hanging in the dark, my sense of sight taken from me, I honed in on the sensation of how the rope cut into my flesh.

An overwhelming sense of peace and support flowed through me from being tied in such a challenging position.

All I could focus on was the bite of the ropes and the confinement of my body.

The way I leaned into the pain surprised me. Suspended from the ceiling, the weight of my body pushed against the ropes, desperate to obey gravity. Yet, I still hovered there like an angel caught in limbo. Waiting. Waiting for my masked man to come defile me .

The door opened and clicked shut. I held my breath. No other sounds followed.

“Who’s there?” I called.

“What a pretty fucking picture you are,” a deep voice rumbled from the direction of the doorway. Dark, dangerous.

Nothing like my Nico.

“Do I…do I know you?” I couldn’t help the way my voice came out high and squeaky.

Footsteps echoed off the tile floor, leading further into the room. “Look at you hanging there, all tied up for me.”

“My boyfriend will be right back. You need to get out of here.” I wiggled my eyebrows, desperately trying to shimmy the blindfold up my face even an inch, but to no avail. It stayed firmly where Nico had tied it.

The jingle of a belt buckle caught my attention. “I don’t think he’s coming back for a good long while, baby.”

My pulse picked up to a rapid pace. He sounded nothing like Nico. “Please leave me alone.”

“When you’re all wrapped up like a pretty present for me?” The bed creaked under the weight of the man. “No way in hell I’m passing this opportunity up. ”

The rough pads of his fingers trailed down the back of my thigh.

I shuddered as he continued his path across my skin. “Don’t touch me,” I pleaded.

He chuckled, though there was no humour in the sound. “What are you going to do about it?”

Words didn’t leave my mouth. Instead, a strangled whine found its way out.

“That’s what I thought.”

His palm landed a sharp smack on my ass before gripping the flesh there and squeezing. “I’m going to fucking enjoy this.”

“You can still walk away. I won’t tell anyone.”

He stepped closer and ground his erection into my hip. Long, large, and—holy fuck—so hard.

“Oh, baby, stop pretending you don’t want this as much as I do.” One of his hands roughly cupped my pussy, rubbing me over my thong. “You’re already drenched.”

“Not for you,” I whispered.

He pushed the fabric aside and plunged two fingers inside me without warning.

“My fucking god, listen to how wet you are.” He finger-fucked me harder, faster, not taking his time. Not focusing on my pleasure. Just penetrating me over and over. “Listen to how perfectly your cunt takes my fingers.”

I squirmed at his invasion, but there was nowhere to go. My bindings were secure. With three different parts of my body fastened to anchor points and my wrists bound behind me, I was helpless.

“I think your juices would make a perfect lube for my cock, don’t you?” He snickered, removing his fingers from me. The sound of his fly being unzipped, followed by the slide of his pants being pulled down his thighs, met my ears.

The tip of his cock met my slit, and I bucked against the ropes, fighting to get free.

He clicked his tongue. “You aren’t going anywhere. Be a good girl and just give in. I know you fucking enjoy the feel of a cock in your sweet cunt, so stop pretending this isn’t exactly what you want.”

I desperately wanted to see his face. To know it was him for certain. Even though it was. It couldn’t be anyone else. But he played his part so convincingly, it left my mouth agape. Wordless. I couldn’t respond.

He dragged his dick through my slit again before moving it back and forth over my clit. I shuddered in my bonds, pulling in a deep breath as a spike of ecstasy filled my body.

“I’m going to need more of your sweet, slick cum if I’m going to jack off with only your juices, baby. Squirt for me. Show me how much you actually want this.”

He rubbed me faster and my body tensed. I couldn’t fight it. The bite of rapture overtook the pain of the ropes, and I chased the sensation, dropping my head back and giving in to the moment. Just for a second. Just long enough to?—

“You act like you don’t want this,” he scoffed. “Look at you, drenching my dick and my hand. Fuck, baby. I’ve never seen someone squirt so hard.” The groan that fell from his lips was animalistic.

The tip of his dick left me and the slick sounds of his hand stroking himself filled the air. His free hand cupped my chin, squeezing my face, before his lips captured my own. His mask brushed against my nose, clearly pulled up enough that he could get his mouth on mine.

I tried to jerk away, but he held me firmly in his grasp. He licked up my throat and into my mouth, forcing my tongue to meet his.

“You taste just as sweet as you look,” he rasped before biting down on my lip.

I cried out and instinctively tried to bring my hand to my face, but the bindings stopped me.

“That little noise went right to my dick, baby. I’m going to make you do that again and again until I’ve had my fill. But not yet. Right now, I want you to watch me.” His voice became muffled again. The mask must’ve been put back in place.

With a sharp tug, the blindfold lifted from my eyes and I squeezed them shut. The room wasn’t bright, but the transition still took a moment to get used to.

As my eyes adjusted, the man pulled off his shirt and settled in the armchair directly in front of the bed, facing me. His black pants were around his thighs, his underwear pulled down with them, as he sat sprawled out. His hand worked his dick while he stared me down, head cocked to one side.

My pussy rippled.

Nico.

He was every bit the masked stranger I wanted him to be.

A vision of raw power and sexuality as he stroked himself at the sight of me.

All I could do was watch—and I wanted to.

He was so damn sexy like this. My hands flexed with the urge to reach down and touch myself. To join him. To get off alongside him.

“Like what you see, baby?” he grunted. “Want to take a ride on this cock?”

I shook my head, though I really wanted to scream a resounding yes because fuck, he was so fucking hot.

He laughed at me. “You say no, but I know what you want. As soon as I come all over my goddamn hand, I’m going to spread it all over your creamy skin and sink my cock into that tight pussy of yours.”

I ached between my thighs. Actually ached. I tried to squeeze them together, but it was no use. The ropes separating them were tied too tightly. A whine left my throat, and when it did, I caught a glint of something in his eyes. Something sinful.

His hand moved faster as his chest heaved. “Get ready for me, baby.”