Tied Down

by Vanessa Waltz

  Then he unbuttons my jeans, leaning in close enough to plant a chaste kiss on my shoulder. I want more of him. The zipper makes a mouthwatering sound, and then his hands slide underneath my jeans and panties with ease, following them all the way down my thighs and calves. The cool air hits my wet pussy as I step out of my clothes, and a blush creeps up my neck as Johnny stands back up, looking me up and down.

  “Your pussy seems to know who it belongs to already.” He lets out a chuckle that makes me steam. “Look at how fucking wet you are.”

  I know I am. I feel it running down my legs.

  “Just because I want you to fuck me doesn’t mean you own me.”

  A warm finger slides into my pussy and hooks into me. My heart slams hard against my chest as my walls constrict around his finger. Johnny approaches me with a shit-eating grin, digging his finger deeper.

  “I bet I can get you to tell me that I own your body within the next fifteen minutes.”

  A second finger slides into me as Johnny bends his head, his tongue darting out to catch my nipple at the same time. His fingers pulse inside my aching pussy as his mouth closes around my nipple and sucks hard. Oh God.

  I moan into the simmering air and I’m already halfway to saying whatever the hell he wants, so long as he fucks me.

  Then a third squeezes in, stretching my walls as he takes my tits in his cavernous mouth, sucking and licking. He bites down and sucks—leaving marks everywhere just to prove that I’m his fucking property. I don’t fucking care because it feels so damn good. He turns me around, fingers still inside me, so that my arms crisscross. His palm strokes one of my ass cheeks.

  I know what’s coming.

  SMACK!

  At the same time, he pumps his fingers inside me so that sharp blows of pain punctuate the ecstasy. I arch my back, my chest against the door. The burn spreads across both cheeks and he curves his fingers into me until my breathing is high-pitched, until I am on the cusp of an orgasm.

  Then he slides his fingers out.

  He slides them out.

  “What are you doing?”

  Another harsh slap makes me end the sentence in a yelp.

  “Don’t fucking talk. Just obey.”

  Yeah, whatever.

  He turns me back around and holds his fingers in front of my face.

  “Open your mouth and suck every last drop.”

  I shouldn’t want to. It’s dirty. It’s wrong, but Johnny makes me want everything that I thought was demeaning. His fingers slide inside my mouth and I suck myself from his fingers. Shame burns my cheeks.

  “Good girl.”

  He slides out of my mouth and my heart jumps at the smile on his face. “Please, Johnny. I want you now.”

  “It’s so much fun seeing you worked up like this, begging for my cock.”

  Suddenly his hand burrows in my hair painfully and he yanks my head to the side, crushing his lips against mine and forcing his tongue through. He tastes me and pulls back, sucking my lips.

  A growl rumbles from the back of his throat as he wraps his arms around my legs and hoists me up so that my legs straddle his waist, where I can see the thick bump of his cock.

  “Do you honestly think you’d ever find someone you’d want more than me? Who can fuck you better than I can?”

  Christ, I don’t know. I grew up in the fortress, dreaming of a life outside. I must have watched Cinderella a million times, wishing I could have my own Prince Charming to whisk me away from that hellhole. I never would have thought I would’ve ended up with a man not so different from the ones I grew up around. Johnny’s gorgeous. He makes my heart flutter with his slick smile, but he’s such an asshole. He’s no Prince Charming, that’s for sure.

  I never thought a man like him would make me feel so good, especially one who likes ordering me around. No, I don’t think I’d ever find someone so disarming—someone who makes me wet with his very presence. I rebelled against men like him all my life. How the fuck did this happen to me?

  “No.”

  His smirk disappears for a moment as he lets me down and takes the shirt off his back, revealing a map of tattooed, lean muscle. There’s a flag of Sicily, St. Joseph on his shoulder, and a bunch of other religious shit I don’t recognize, and a cross with the word Sempre around it. Red, white, and green. He’s a proud Italian, through and through.

  My eyes linger on the huge bump right under his waist, straining against his slacks, but he makes no move to pull them down. I can visualize it in my head, see the fabric pulling down his waist and over that thick cock, beading with a gossamer strand of pre-cum.

  “Please.”

  “Fuck.”

  I can see the fight behind his eyes as he reaches out and touches my breast. He wants me to grovel at his feet, but he wants to fuck me more than that.

  I own you.

  Still smiling, he bends toward the floor and picks up something metallic with a long wire and a clicker attached to the end. He puts the round metal object against my pussy and clicks.

  A buzzing sound fills my ears as the metal egg vibrates against my clit, sending electrical shocks deep inside my pussy. Holy Christ, I’ve never felt anything like this.

  “Oh—oh my God!”

  “I’m not a god,” he grins.

  It’s torture to feel that hard egg buzzing against my clit, slipping slightly as he massages me. His tongue drags a circle around my nipples and the shocks make me arch my back into him.

  “Please, for fuck’s sake!”

  I thrash in the handcuffs he has me in, but his arm wraps around my waist, holding me still. “Say that you’ll marry me.”

  Jesus.

  The egg pushes through my folds and slips inside. His fingers curve on the back of it as he shoves it in deep, massaging my clit against the vibrating waves. I can’t fucking hold out much longer. With every throb of my heartbeat, I imagine his dick shoved inside me, rutting me hard.

  “Say it.”

  I don’t have a choice.

  “Fine.”

  “No, that’s not fine. I want to hear you—”

  “Yes, I’ll fucking marry you!”

  Like I have a goddamn choice at this point, pinned against the wall with a vibrator jammed against my pussy. God, I can’t stand him.

  His thumb pinches my clit and the vibrator electrifies me at the same time, sending me careening over the edge.

  “JUST FUCK ME!”

  My legs tremble as he finally throws the vibrator aside and pulls his pants down, releasing his cock. I barely get a look at his throbbing length before he picks me up. The head slides inside me swiftly, painful and deep. It knocks the breath out of my chest as he slams his hips against me.

  “You’re mine. Say it.”

  He shoves his cock balls deep. It’s buried to the hilt and I can barely breathe with him pulsing inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. I don’t find that I give a shit about admitting that yes, I’m his, especially when he’s looking right into my eyes as he’s inside me.

  “I’m yours.”

  Then he pounds my hips, his cock thrusting inside me, filling me completely as I twist my wrists in the straps. He bites down on my tits and I scream to the ceiling, unable to take the stimulation from his dick and his mouth. I got so worked up from that vibrator that I feel myself teetering on the edge, and I want to hold on to his shoulders and ride his cock.

  “Moan for me.”

  I clutch the straps yanking on my wrists as he slams into me. His left hand lets me go briefly to get in a vicious slap on my ass. My legs tighten and I squeeze, my tits rubbing against his face.

  “Johnny!”

  I moan out his name as I come all over his dick, and he sucks in his breath and pounds me faster, yanking my waist into his. Then he buries his face in my neck and groans out loud, releasing a torrent of cum inside my pussy. Holy fuck, it’s so warm. His chest pulses rapidly as he blows air across my neck, kissing my skin between breaths. I sag against my restraints as he slow
ly lets me down and unhooks my handcuffs from the straps on the door, and I wrap both arms around him as he lifts me up and carries me to bed.

  We both collapse on the mattress, exhausted, my body still glowing with the orgasm. He gathers me in his arms and drags me into his chest with surprising strength, as if I’m a rag doll.

  “I told you I’d get you to say it.”

  I’m too tired to muster up the energy to hate him.

  Johnny’s warmth leaves my side for a second, and when he returns he slides his arms back around me. I feel safe, just content to close my eyes and feel his heartbeat against my back, his low voice rumbling through my body.

  Then he takes my hand and I see the diamond ring between his fingertips. I bite my lip as he slides it down my finger, the glow bursting like a needle to a balloon.

  He wants me for sex, nothing else. Or his pride. That wouldn’t be too bad, except for the fact that I have a baby inside me. I’m supposed to marry this guy and have his kid, even though I barely know him. I’m not sure I even like him. He’s a mob boss, for fuck’s sake.

  I turn around in his arms, cradling my hand with the new ring. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen his bad side, but I’m just not scared of him.

  “What is this between us?”

  “You’re my fiancée.”

  His voice sounds so dead and I feel as though I’m shrinking. There’s no connection between us, is there?

  What makes you think that he’ll even be a good father?

  My chest freezes as he plants a kiss on my stunned face, rubbing my back as if to soothe me. He’s very good at imitating acts of affection, but without the warmth it feels so empty. There’s passion in his eyes, but it’s not for me—it’s for the baby.

  “I don’t know you.”

  He makes a sound through his nose and sinks into the pillow. “You never get to know someone.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Everybody has something to hide.” A dark shadow crosses his eyes like a storm. “Like you.”

  “Like me?”

  A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You didn’t tell me you were his daughter. You could have if you wanted to, but you didn’t.”

  “Then you wouldn’t have fucked me.”

  “Wrong.”

  Strong hands reach around my head and pull me closer so that his breath billows over my lips.

  “I was fucked the moment I saw you. Nothing in the world would have stopped me from chasing you.”

  It’s the perfect thing to say, even if it’s a lie.

  His lips fall against mine, softer than they’ve ever felt before, and then I’m not so sure.

  I don’t care. I need to be able to hope.

  Chapter Seven

  Johnny

  She pretends to sleep as I get dressed, even as I sit next to her head, admiring the view of the sheets only partially obscuring her gorgeous tits. The more I look at the rather perfect image of her soft brown hair splayed over her cheek, fluttering with every breath and the swell of her milky breasts, the more I feel my cock getting stiff. I already fucked her this morning, and goddamn it, I want her again.

  I grab the edge of the sheets and drag them over her shoulders, pretending that I don’t know she’s faking it, and then I give her a kiss on the cheek. Guilt stirs inside me for the things I said last night that I didn’t mean. I whispered sweet things that she needed to hear from me, that women like to hear, but I feel nothing but a burning desire for that pussy and a need to protect what’s mine.

  My fiancée.

  My baby.

  It’s hard to feel close to them yet. I feel proud, as though I’m finally a whole man, with a fiancée and a baby on the way. It’s what I always wanted, but she’s going to want more. That’s why I do these little gestures—covering her while she “sleeps” and telling her that I’m crazy about her. If it makes her a happy wife, what’s the harm in it?

  I stand up from the bed and start walking toward the door.

  “Where are you going?” she calls out after me, as clear as day without a trace of sleepiness in her voice.

  Maya sits upright, the sheets gathered at her waist. I’m distracted by how gorgeous she looks topless, and how badly I want them in my hands again.

  Maddon.

  “I’m going out for a while.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “For what?”

  “Work.”

  “Where?”

  I let out a long sigh. “You’re going to have to get used to me going out at all hours, and not knowing what I’m doing at those hours.”

  She throws the sheets aside and slips out of bed. I clench my teeth as my fiancée walks toward me, completely naked. Maya stands inches from me, her tits in grabbing range.

  “So, are the same rules extended to me?”

  “What?”

  She smirks. “I get to go out whenever I want, for however long I want and I don’t have to tell you jack shit?”

  I smile back. “No.”

  “Well, that’s bullshit.”

  “I’m a boss, sweetheart. I don’t get run around by anyone, not even my future wife.”

  Boy, does that piss her off. Her nostrils flare and she jabs her fingers at me.

  “Listen to me, you sexist asshole—”

  “—You better stop there.”

  “I’ll say whatever the fuck I want.”

  Goddamn it, she’s a hotheaded little spitfire. She’s so beautiful when she’s pissed off. No one looks at me the way she does. She actually meets my gaze and holds it.

  “I love the way you are, Maya, but you can’t act like this in front of other people. You can’t say whatever the fuck you want all the time.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because there are consequences. Bigger ones than getting my hand across your ass, I mean.”

  “Oh, is that a threat?”

  Will nothing I say work on this broad?

  “You need to understand that my reputation is at stake if you’re running your mouth at me in front of other men. It makes me look weak.”

  She crosses her arms in front of her chest.

  “People have gotten killed for less.”

  “You seriously think that could happen?”

  Finally I see fear widening her eyes. I take her jaw in my hand. “So far, I’ve been very patient with you. Nice, even. I’m never nice.”

  “You’re demanding a lot from me.”

  “I know, and that’s why I’ve been patient. You get the special treatment because you’re the mother of my child.”

  “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes at me, seeing through the honeyed lies on my tongue.

  It still boils my blood.

  “I still want to know where you’re going.”

  Jesus Christ.

  “There are certain aspects of my job that you don’t want or need to know.”

  “Where are you going?”

  Just tell her.

  “I’m going to meet your dad.”

  She blanches and wraps her arms around herself, suddenly sitting back down on the mattress, and I feel a surge of triumph.

  “I told you that you would be happier not knowing—”

  “You’re not meeting him at the fortress, are you?”

  “I’m not a fucking moron.”

  The air stills as she sits there in silence, twisting her hands in her lap.

  “Maybe—maybe I should come with you.”

  “No,” I say flatly. “I don’t know how it’s going to go.”

  Maya bites her thumb and nods, looking extremely nervous. To be frank, I’m not relishing this meeting either. Who wants to tell a colleague that you banged his daughter and got her pregnant?

  I walk past her, but she grabs ahold of the tips of my fingers. I look at her.

  “Be careful. Seriously.”

  There’s genuine concern written all over her, and it puzzles me. She has nothing to worry about.

  Listen, Carlos. I accidentally fuck
ed your daughter. She tripped and fell on my dick. I didn’t know who she was at first, but when I found out I decided to see her again—

  No.

  Your daughter is pregnant and I’m the father. By the way, the engagement party is on Friday.

  I barely suppress a smile as the dialogue runs through my head, even though it really isn’t funny. I should have more respect for the man, but I don’t. Not after hearing about his prejudice and how he nearly gunned down his own daughter.

  Worthless piece of shit reminds me of my own father.

  I drum my fingertips on the wooden table as Sal keeps his hands clenched on his thighs. Everyone in my crew knows about it now.

  “All due respect, John, what the fuck were you thinking?”

  “I didn’t know who the hell she was.”

  Frustration screws up his face. “No, I meant not letting her take care of the baby.”

  Take care of the baby? An abortion?

  Redness sears across my vision, and for a moment I imagine myself standing up and clocking Sal across the face. “It’s not a fucking option.”

  “All right.”

  “Don’t bring it up again.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Simmering, I sit back in the chair. We’re in a hotel suite. Neutral territory. My entourage surrounds me, and Carlos’ will be joining us soon.

  Things could get heated.

  They could get dangerous.

  Luckily it’s standard procedure to collect weapons at the door, so at least he won’t be able to blow my head off the moment I tell him what I did.

  Shit.

  There’s a knock at the door and the faintest edge hits my heart. I nod to Chris, who opens the door and frisks the men.

  Carlos already looks pissed. That dirty old bastard walks into the room as I stand up and extend my hand.

  He ignores it.

  Strike one.

  “Where the fuck is my daughter?”

  So we’re getting right to it, aren’t we?

  “Have a seat, Carlos.”

  He doesn’t look like he wants to sit down. He looks like he wants to smash his fist across my face. Can’t say I blame him.

  “I know she’s been to Le Zinc to see you and I know you picked her up from that bar.”

  “Sit the fuck down.”