Page 8 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)

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My fucking woman. Tied up for me like a fly caught in my web.

I’d never seen anything more arousing. The elegant way the ropes cut across her body, pressing into her skin, dividing her into sections of majesty.

She was splayed open by her bindings, ready to be fucked, and unable to do a goddamn thing about it.

I was so close to coming. The sight of her was practically enough, but I craved one more whimper from those sweet lips.

“I’m going to use you all night, baby. Tell me you want that.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Fucking tell me,” I growled, sitting straight up and stroking myself faster. “Or I’ll make you say it.”

“I want it,” she whimpered.

The high-pitched keen went straight to my cock and I let myself go. My release exploded out of me, all over my hand and stomach, creating a sticky mess I couldn’t wait to rub all over her skin.

“Yeah, you do,” I said, standing. My pants dropped to the floor, and I used my clean hand to shrug out of my boxer briefs. “You want all this because that’s what a good girl would want.”

I stepped onto the bed and pressed my cum-coated hand onto her stomach, dragging it across the ropes, spreading myself down toward her waiting pussy. Her thong was still on, so I shoved it to the side before sliding my palm across her entire cunt.

She moaned at the contact, and I smirked beneath my mask.

“You like that?”

“No,” she whispered, refusing to meet my eyes.

I plunged my fingers inside her, filling her with what was left of my release. “Liar.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth dropped open. She was still feeling good. No safe-wording…yet.

“I’m done teasing you, baby,” I said, working my fingers inside her. Caressing her G-spot. Making her squirm in her ropes. “I’m going to fuck you hard. I don’t care how much you scream or beg me to stop. I don’t care how much it hurts. Your cunt is mine tonight.”

“But my boyfriend?—”

“Isn’t fucking here. Keep him out of your mouth or I’ll shove my cock down your throat to shut you up.”

Her head dropped forward, hair falling in front of her face. “I’m sorry.”

I clutched the hair at the back of her scalp with my free hand and wrenched her face up so she could see me. There was no fear in her eyes. Only lust so thick, it stole my breath. I pulled my fingers from her and shoved them in her mouth.

“Suck,” I commanded.

Her tongue swirled eagerly around my digits, cleaning my release and her arousal.

“Fuck, baby. Maybe I should let you suck my dick. That tongue knows what the hell it’s doing. ”

She hummed around my fingers, bobbing her head forward, taking them deeper in her mouth.

Shit, she was sexy. The overwhelming urge to untie her and make sweet love to her right here, right now, came over me. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t need me to fuck her like I loved her tonight. She needed me to take from her body, so I would.

I yanked my fingers from her mouth and spit dripped down her chin. Positioning myself between her legs, I let the top one rest on my shoulder while I straddled the leg beneath me. I lined my cock up with her beautiful, pink hole, and held it there for a moment.

“You’re mine.” I shoved into her fully, not allowing her any time to adjust, and she let loose.

Her scream filled the room, and I pistoned inside her hard and fast.

I smacked her ass and she quivered. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I grunted.

“I want it.”

I slapped her ass cheek again, firmer this time. “Not convincing enough. Make me believe it, or I’ll make this ass so raw, you won’t be able to fucking sit for a week. ”

“Fuck me. Do what you want with me. Take anything from me. I’m yours,” she moaned, head dropped to the side, eyes closed.

I bucked inside her, using her like a cock sock, reveling in the way her wet walls clamped down around my dick. She was so slick, so smooth, so perfectly fitted to my length.

“You’re mine,” I hissed.

“I’m yours,” she echoed, not a hint of hesitation in her breathy voice.

I turned my head and licked at her leg through my mask while thrusting faster, focusing on my pleasure this time. On how she gripped me so tightly. On her panting. On the barely-there salty taste of her skin.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to need you to scream for me again. Be my good girl and let me know how fucking perfect I feel inside you. How I’m better than anyone you’ve ever had.”

“You feel amazing,” she squeaked, straining against the ties.

“More.”

My thumb found her clit, and I played her with ease, toying with her sensitive bit, making her writhe in the ropes while I fucked her senseless.

“More,” I demanded again.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she called out.

I gave her a sharp smack on the ass. “More.”

“Fuck yes. Fuck me!” she screamed, shaking around me.

I groaned as her leg vibrated on my shoulder. The ripple of euphoria that tore through her body was mesmerizing. Her body tensed and her juices flowed over my dick while I pumped inside her pussy.

“That’s more fucking like it.”

I pulled myself from her and reached down to unbind her lower leg before moving to the quick-release hitch that suspended her leg.

I untied it and lowered her down carefully.

Taking her body in my arms, I reached up and did the same to the rope that suspended her torso.

She dropped into my arms, still bound and unable to move.

I buried my head in the crook of her neck before saying, “I need you to be more hands-on. ”

“What does that mean?” she murmured as I laid her on the bed.

“It means I want your participation, baby. So, lay still while I free your hands.” I grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her stomach.

My fingers worked at the cuffs I’d tied earlier.

“How do you know I won’t fight back?” she asked, words muffled against the sheets.

I chuckled, low and throaty. A sound foreign to my own ears. I roughly cupped her jaw and wrenched her head to the side.

“Baby, I’m counting on it.”