Page 9 of Tie Me Down (The AfterGlow #1)

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He pressed the heel of his hands into my arms, rubbing them up and down, bringing them back to life.

The weight of his body pressed into mine as he straddled me, pinning me facedown on the bed.

I took the brief reprieve to catch my breath.

The man he’d become in this scene was a side of him I’d never experienced.

Raw. Powerful. Dangerous.

Damn, did I love it.

I shoved my ass up into him. Of course, I wasn’t supposed to want it, but I did. With everything in my soul, I needed him to keep fucking me filthy .

He bent over my back, enveloping me with his heavy presence. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?”

“I just want to get you off of me,” I whimpered.

“Oh, I’ll be getting off. That’s for fucking certain.” He slipped his hand around my neck and I froze. “Don’t even think about trying to get away.”

The weight of his body shifted as he repositioned himself behind me. He splayed his hands out on my back, holding me down as he spread my legs with his knees.

He teased my entrance with his cock, circling it around in my wetness. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take any more. Fill you up with my cum and claim you as mine.”

“I don’t want you. I’m not really yours,” I said, trying my hardest not to push back against him.

“I don’t care. Your cunt is mine for the night, baby.” He shoved into me from behind, and I groaned into the bed.

His thrusts were rough and unbridled, bucking into me like a wild animal that had been uncaged. I bit my lip, silencing the need to call out his name. To ask for more. To beg him to make me come.

“Such a good slut for me.” He fell on top of my back, crowding me with his body. His hand found a home around my neck once again while his other braced beside my head. “So responsive to my touch. What would your boyfriend think? Do you scream for him the way you do for me?”

I tried to reply, but couldn’t. My fingers clawed at the hands around my throat, but I couldn’t make them budge.

His grip was firm. My vision grew fuzzy as he increased the pressure on the sides of my neck.

A light, heady feeling buzzed around my brain, and I succumbed to the sensation, letting it take over.

“Do you come on his cock the way you do on mine?” he snarled in my ear.

He released my neck, and I sucked in a breath.

“Answer me.”

“No,” I choked out.

“That’s right, baby.” His hand slid between the mattress and my body until his fingers found my clit.

He pumped inside me while stroking me just right, working me up in a matter of seconds. “Only I can make you this wet. Fuck, you’re drenched. You want this.”

I shoved my face into the sheets and groaned, a long, loud wail as my orgasm crashed into me without warning. The sharp bite of bliss quickly sank into a deep pulse as it rippled through my stomach and into my limbs, flooding me with relief.

“All for me,” he moaned, pulling out and flipping me onto my back so fast my head spun. “My soaked little mess.”

He gripped my unbound leg and pulled me to him, thrusting himself back inside my pussy with a grunt.

The sweat on his skin glinted in the dim light of the room.

He was the picture of authority as he fucked me from behind his mask.

One arm wrapped around my thigh, using me for leverage, while his other pinned down my bound leg.

I sat up on my elbow and clawed at his hand, trying to force his touch to leave my body. Not even one finger loosened with my attempt. I wriggled against him, but he only laughed.

“Fight back, little slut. Fight back all you want. I’m not leaving until I get everything I want.”

He dropped my leg and leaned over me, pressing his mouth to mine. The fabric of the mask was wet with his saliva. I shifted my head to the side, but his hand wrapped around my jaw and dragged me back to his covered lips, holding me firmly in place.

“I’m in charge,” he whispered against my mouth. “Say it.”

“You’re in charge.”

“Such a good girl when you listen to instructions,” he moaned, licking at the seam of my lips through the thin black fabric. “Now, open up.” He pulled his mask up over his mouth with one hand.

I pressed my lips together, unwilling to follow along.

“Open. Up.” He ground his hips into me in one solid thrust, causing me to yell out.

My lips parted on my cry and his tongue invaded my mouth as he slammed his cock home repeatedly. He ate me up, owning my lips and swirling his tongue against mine. A nip to my bottom lip made me jump against his chest. He bit down harder and I squealed, only to have it swallowed up .

“Such a sweet sound,” he murmured against my lips, “from such a dirty slut.”

I shoved at his shoulders, but he was immovable. Instead, he let his weight press me down into the bed while he fucked me, pinning me in place. I was helpless. Completely at his mercy.

“You can take it, baby,” he grunted.

His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing at the sides again. I gulped down a breath and pushed at his chest. With the size of his body and the thickness of his arms, I couldn’t manage to budge him at all. I shivered as his grip tightened. My vision began to blur.

“Take it,” he repeated, driving himself into me. “ God , fucking take it,” he rasped in my ear, his breath hot on my cheek.

He licked my neck and pistoned inside me, rough and hard. His mouth sealed to mine, urging it open once more, invading it with his tongue. I yielded to him, letting him in, kissing him back.

He sighed in my mouth before I whispered, “Watermelon.”

Playtime was over. I needed him now. All of him. I didn’t want to stop, but I did want to fuck my boyfriend.

I snatched the mask from his face and tossed it off the side of the bed. His dark brown eyes sparked with mischief as he gazed down at me, slowing his pace.

“There you are,” I whispered.

He let go of my throat and slipped both his arms underneath my back, holding me close to him. He kissed my temple while still thrusting deep inside me, and I wrapped my arms around him in return.

He nuzzled against my neck. “Hey, cara . Are you okay?”

His voice was much gentler now. Back to the Nico I loved.

“I’m good. I just want to be with you right now. The real you.”

Not that I didn’t like who he was with that mask on, because geez .

I had no clue how much it would turn me on to see him like that.

For him to treat me like that. I was so conditioned to being pleased in every way imaginable that it was a fresh experience to have him take and take from me without giving back.

The verdict was in: I was more than okay with it .

“Come inside me,” I begged.

“Not until you come again.” He slid one palm between our bodies and found my clit.

My body sprang to life, bucking against him, causing our rhythm to falter for a few moments.

“Take it easy,” he murmured. “Lay back and be a good little pillow princess while I make you see stars. You’ve earned it.”

He sat up on his knees and hauled me closer, his thrusts deepening at the new angle. I wrapped my free leg around his waist as he pumped his hips. His thumb landed on my clit and he rubbed it back and forth in quick little strokes, stirring me up inside.

I gripped the sheets, but it wasn’t enough.

Reaching to the side, I searched and landed on one of the pillows.

I covered my face with it, writhing underneath his touch.

Grasping onto the pillowcase, I twisted it in my hands, shoving it hard into my face.

I bit the material while my body tensed.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t let up for even a moment.

No—he just kept working me over in the sweet little ways he knew would please me.

Thrusting hard and fast .

Strumming my clit without missing a beat.

Caressing his fingertips up and down the outside of my thigh.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me. You’re so fucking sexy taking my cock,” he said between pants.

I savoured his praise and breathed into the pillow.

“I could come from just watching my dick pump inside your gorgeous fucking pussy. Your tits look incredible bouncing in circles like that. God, Liv. Take that pillow away and look in the mirror. Look at yourself,” he commanded.

I managed to toss it to the side and turn my head.

He stared me down in our reflection—eyes locked on me, scanning my body, taking me in.

I shook against him as my orgasm came to a peak.

The sharp, sweet pang of ecstasy flowed through my body for a precious few seconds before my pussy started to throb and choke his cock, urging him to spill inside me.

“Nico,” I called out.

“That’s it, cara . Scream for me. Scream my name,” he grunted, stuttering in his thrusts, filling me up with his cum.

The very picture in my mind of his release flooding inside me pushed me over the edge. “Nico!” I cried, shattering around him.

He collapsed on top of me, his mass settling me like a weighted blanket.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled into my chest.

He nipped at my breasts, licking each nipple before circling his tongue around one and sucking it into his mouth. Slowly, he started to thrust into me again in small strokes.

“What are you doing?” I giggled.

“I just don’t want to pull out of this perfect pussy yet.”

“Are you still hard?”

“Hard enough,” he groaned. “I love filling you with my cum.”

“Do you want to watch it?” I asked, glancing down at where we were still joined.

“Do you?” He pointed his thumb at the mirror.

I gasped. The idea never even crossed my mind. “Hell yes.”

He turned us carefully on the bed until I was in the perfect position to see my pussy. I pushed up on my elbows to get a better viewpoint. With a quick kiss on the lips, he pulled out and moved to my side.

His release dripped out of me. I sat up further, and more spilled out, leaking down onto my ass cheeks. The mirror allowed me to have a perfect view. And as much as I loved watching, I loved Nico’s expression more.

Enraptured. No other word for it.

The way his eyes lit up as he watched himself pour from me. The way he licked his lips. The way his fingers flexed as if he was fighting the need to reach out and touch me.

“Go ahead,” I whispered.

His eyes stayed trained on my pussy in the mirror as he reached over and dragged two fingers around my hole, collecting himself, before sliding them up and down my slit.

“Fuck,” he groaned, watching his reflection touch me.

I let my head drop to the side, my hair brushing over my shoulder, and revelled in the sensation of his fingers slipping around my cunt. He gathered the rest from where it’d dripped and carefully pushed his way inside me. My mouth dropped open, and he filled me back up with his release.

“You like that?” I asked, reaching out to move the dark strand of waves that had fallen across his forehead.

“ Tanto . So much,” he rumbled. “You’re so pretty with my cum in you. On you. Fucking dripping from your hole.”

He leaned over and licked my lips. I tongued him back and he smiled.

Our mouths met at the same instant as he kissed me slow and gentle, tangling his tongue with mine.

His breath was warm as he moved his lips, showering me with kisses as he toyed with my pussy.

Not looking to stir me up, but just touch me for the sake of touching.

Feeling. Spreading himself back inside me.

I sighed into his mouth and he captured the sound, consuming it and humming his satisfaction deep in his chest.

“How are you doing?” he asked, pulling back and resting his forehead against mine.

“I’m so good. You were amazing. I loved the bite of the ropes on top of everything else.

Although they are getting more than uncomfortable now that I’ve come down from it all.

” I wriggled against the bed, hoping it would relieve some of the pulling sensations the ropes were causing, but to no avail.

The one on my thigh was especially starting to ache. Having been suspended from that point, I was sure there would be impressions of the rope left on my skin. The idea of marks being left on me made my heartbeat pick up. Trophies.

He kissed my nose. “Then let’s get those ropes off you, cara .”