Tied Down

by Vanessa Waltz

  My cock throbs as she tilts her head back, her blonde hair hanging as her chest pulses.

  “Fuck me, Tony.”

  The request makes my mouth water, but not as much as her glistening pussy. I want her swollen lips in my mouth. I want to taste her while she comes on my tongue.

  “Do I look like the kind of guy who takes demands from women?”

  Still smiling stupidly, she shakes her head. “No.”

  “Then why are you trying to treat me like a bitch?”

  The question is too complex for her to answer in her state. Still, I enjoy watching the puzzlement on her face as she struggles to figure out an appropriate response. She lifts her small shoulders in a shrug.

  I sit down on a box and beckon to her with a single finger.

  “I want to taste that beautiful cunt of yours.”

  Blondie smiles coyly as she approaches me, her small feet curling against the cold floor.

  “I want you to grind your pussy against my face. Move.”

  I reach around and give her a vicious slap over her ass. Her muscles twitch as a bright-red burn flushes her skin. She giggles and moves forward. I smell her musk—it’s all over her thighs. She spreads them apart and I grab her ass cheeks, loving how firm they are, and then my tongue darts out, tasting her. Her taste swirls around my tongue as I press my face to her greedy cunt, reaching back and eating her pussy for all I’m worth. She lets out a long moan and digs her fingers in my hair, which I hate, but I allow because her antics turn me the fuck on. I catch a glimpse of myself eating out this chick in the mirror across the room, and I laugh into her heated pussy. It doesn’t get much fucking better than this—scoring hot chicks every fucking night.

  A sharp intake of breath from her tells me that I’m on the right track. She yanks hard when I plunge my tongue inside her slippery walls, using my finger to rub her clit.

  “Fuck—Yeah, right there.”

  “You like that, baby? You want to come?”

  “Y-yes!” She gasps out, her chest dotted with red.

  I use my hands to bring her closer to the edge. My fingers dive into her wet cunt, curling forward until I hit that sweet spot. She gasps, clinging to my hair. My tongue swirls around her swollen nub, sucking the juices that spill from her. Then I insert a third finger and her thighs twitch on either side of her. She lets out a long groan as she comes over my fingers, her pussy clenching me hard. My dick strains against my slacks as I feel her come undone. I slide my fingers out of her and wipe her juices on the inside of her thighs.

  “Holy fuck,” she says, sounding as though I fucked the drunkenness out of her.

  “All right. Now get the fuck out of here.”

  I give her another slap across her ass and push her back as she gasps for breath.

  “But—you said you’d fuck me!”

  I grin at the confusion clouding her face. “And I did.”

  “That’s not what I wanted!”

  “I wanted you to leave me the fuck alone, but I guess we don’t always get the things we want in life.”

  “Fuck you!”

  A smirk tightens my face. “Already have.”

  Then I leave her standing there, naked and stunned. It’s a bit of a dick move, but I told the girl about my rules. I was very clear. One night. No repeats.

  I duck into the bathroom to wash the pussy juice from my hands and face, laughing as I catch a glimpse of my disheveled appearance in the mirror. My dick is still half-hard, but I decide to leave it alone. I walk out, passing the storeroom as I reenter the bar and take my seat.

  Pussy and the mob are pretty much my life.

  My nights are pretty much the same.

  It starts with a look.

  One glance across the bar. A giggle, a smile, a shadow of a wink.

  I’m into you.

  Really what they’re saying is: Let’s fuck.

  It’s a language I’ve got down to a science over the years.

  Then I look at the girl. She’s sitting at the far end of the bar. Is she my type? Too thin? I’ll take a woman with curves any day over some stick-thin model with a bony ass. Red lipstick. Cherry red. I’ve got a theory on lipstick color. The redder it is, the more wild she’ll be in bed.

  Long, slender neck. Like a swan. She has dark-brown eyes—I can see their color all the way from here. Nice thick lips. A black dress with thin straps clings to her shoulders. Jesus, the shit girls wear when it’s minus ten outside.

  My eyes slip right down to her plunging neckline.

  Nice tits, honey.

  Yeah, I’m checking them out. So what? She notices and a pretty blush blooms over her porcelain cheeks.

  The chair squeaks as I shift myself uncomfortably, my cock stirring as I think about what she’d look like naked. What will her tits feel like in my hands? I imagine striding to her right now and pulling down that tight cocktail dress to free them.

  Oh, Maddon. I can feel my cock throbbing as I imagine the filthy things I’d like to do to her body. Tie her up, loop the rope around her tits, and make her bend her knees to suck my cock then I’d return the favor and stick my tongue between her legs until she comes. Vivid images flash through my head, slowly getting my dick hard, but I stay here and sip my drink, giving her a friendly smile.

  Right away I can tell that this girl is not used to being ignored. She keeps trying to catch my gaze, but she won’t budge. Fuck, she’s one of those girls. I’m tempted to wait her out, to let her come to me, but I can’t risk some other asshole hitting on her.

  Draining my glass, I set it down and slide off the stool, making a beeline for her. She pretends not to notice as I slide in right next to her. A pleasant citrus smell wafts from her neck and I bathe in it for a moment.

  “How’s it going, hon?”

  Her delicate face turns toward me and my heart flips inside my chest. Wow, she’s gorgeous. She doesn’t wear too much makeup. Great skin. She’s average height, with long, thick, dark-brown hair, a few curls teased around her face. Nice pouty lips and big eyes. They’re animated—full of emotion. Large golden hoops for earrings. Beautiful face and body. She looks like a hyper-sexualized version of the Italian girls I grew up with. I can almost see her nipples through the fabric, and a vision of me bending her over the bar table consumes my mind.

  “Not that well, actually.”

  A loud New York accent shakes from her mouth. She plays with the almost empty drink in her hand and gives me a fleeting look. Then she does a double take, a slow blush spreading over her cheeks as she checks me out.

  Take a good look, hon.

  “Can I get you a drink?”

  My lips pull into a grin as her blush deepens. She wraps her fingers around her drink and gives a little shake of her head.

  I want her hair coiled around my fist as she kneels on all fours, her tits swinging as I nail her from behind. The heat of that vision almost makes me groan, because she is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.

  I ignore her dismissal and lean in closer. “Damn, I didn’t think a girl like you would get so hot and bothered over a small request.”

  She worries her lip and catches me staring. “I am not hot and bothered.”

  A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Sure you aren’t, sweetheart.”

  She parts her lips and gives me a long look, a strand of hair hiding her face. I’m tempted to reach out and brush it behind her ear, just for an excuse to glide my fingers over her perfect skin.

  Her eyes are slightly glazed over as her gaze meets mine. “You don’t know me.”

  “I don’t need to know you to buy you a drink.”

  I flag down the bartender, ordering us a couple drinks. Then I turn back to this smoking-hot broad, wondering what’s the best angle I should use to take her home with me. Though, it doesn’t look like I’ll have to try very hard. Desire rolls off her shoulder in waves, like a heat lamp. The way her eyes can’t seem to stop glancing at me—yeah, this chick wants my cock
.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?”

  She narrows her eyes. “Elena.”

  “I’m Tony.”

  Elena accepts her drink from the bartender and takes a long sip. “Listen, I’m not in the mood.”

  Yeah, right. That’s the most feeble brush-off I’ve ever heard.

  I raise my eyebrow, toying with her. “In the mood for what?”

  Long, brown hair swings in front of her tits as she leans toward me with a half-drunken smile. “For you to list reasons why I should go home with you.”

  “There’s only one reason, actually.”

  “Yeah?”

  My voice lowers to a slow growl. “I think that you’ve had a very long day, and you’re desperate for a nice, thick cock to pound your pussy. You want a reason? I’ll give you one. I’ll fuck you so hard and good that your clit’s going to feel my cock thrusting underneath long after I’m gone.”

  She coughs into her drink, her cheeks blazing like a fire engine. “Wow. Does that line ever work for you?”

  It clearly did. Despite her unimpressed tone, she keeps her face buried in her drink. I can see the way she presses her thighs together, and the color of her cheeks says it all, really.

  “Sometimes. So far, I think it’s working pretty well on you.”

  She snorts into her drink and shifts in her seat, her leg bumping into mine. “Well, you got my attention.”

  The slight touch of her leg against my slacks makes me think of having her naked, our bodies intertwined. Blood pounds in my head and I can’t think of anything else but the desire roaring through my veins.

  Keep it together.

  “Are you actually good in bed, or is it all bullshit?”

  The way she shivers under my gaze gets my cock so goddamn hard. “Ask around, sweetheart. I’m a great fuck, any girl will tell you that.”

  “Hm—that’s not very enticing.”

  “Why, because I’ve fucked around?” Disappointment seethes my insides. I can’t stand prudes, but she doesn’t seem like one. A small smile lingers on her lips. Teasing. She’s teasing me. “I’ll make you come on my tongue and lick every drop from your sweet pussy.”

  Her face heats up like a lamp and she hurriedly swallows the rest of her glass, sputtering slightly. A drop lands on her tits, and I’m tempted to lean over and lick it right off.

  “What makes you think you can talk to me like that?”

  “I’m sorry, hon. You told me you weren’t in the mood so I thought I’d get right to it. I’ll make you forget every asshole who didn’t treat you like the goddess you are. Is that what you want to hear?”

  “You should have started out with that one.”

  Her eyelids flutter as I reach out and touch her shoulder. That thin little strap just begs to be ripped off. Elena looks at my hand and her lips part slightly. Fuck, it’s hot.

  “I like to cut to the chase. Life’s too short to spend it talking about bullshit.”

  “Me too. And the answer is no.”

  “I’m pretty sure you’re coming home with me tonight.”

  She cocks her head and crosses her legs. “I’m not interested.”

  “Your body tells me something different.”

  Then she raises a middle finger with a shadow of a grin ghosting her face. “How about now? What is my body telling you right now?”

  My chest shakes with laughter at this little spitfire. “It tells me that you like the chase.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  She rolls her eyes again at me, brushing an errant strand from her head, and I catch her wrist in mine. Elena sucks in her breath slightly and blood rushes to my chest when I feel her heartbeat through her skin.

  “You like the filthy shit I keep whispering in your ear. Admit it.”

  “Maybe I do, but I’m still not interested.”

  She says one thing, but doesn’t make a move to pull from my grasp. Like a flower starved of sunlight, she opens up to me. Wants more. There’s a vein jumping in her neck: I. Want. Him.

  A flash of irritation sears my chest. “You have a boyfriend, right?”

  Elena sips her drink quietly.

  “Fuck him. Come home with me instead.”

  “He’s more like an asshole ex.” Her eyes darken at the mention of him.

  Ah, even better.

  “Didn’t I tell you? I’ll make you forget about him.”

  Her eyes shine like dark gems as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling as if she dares to believe.

  Fuck, I want to get closer to this girl, but I want her without all the guys gawking at her, so I stand up.

  “Take your drink. C’mon.”

  “Where are we—?”

  I take her hand and pull her from the bar stools, bringing her to the back rooms with VIP booths. The noise drops away slightly as we enter the mostly deserted VIP room. I sit down, still holding her hand. She looks hesitant, but my smile wins her over. It always wins them over.

  She slides over the booth, and I don’t throw an arm over her like I want to. The leather couch squeaks as she moves closer to me, her thigh gently touching mine as she turns her body toward me. Her big, expressive eyes tremble in the low light. This girl is fucking scared. Nervous?

  I push it aside as I take her in. My eyes can’t get enough of the smoothness of her skin, the way the dress folds over her tits and ass, and her lips, slightly puffy as though from a bee sting.

  “So is this where you’re going to make me come with your tongue?” The last bit shakes from her voice in a nervous laugh.

  “If that’s what you want, sure.”

  She inhales deeply and exhales in a shuddering breath. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

  “I do.”

  My finger runs along her jaw, turning her face toward mine so that those stung lips are right under mine. I hold her there the same way I’d hold her over the edge of a cliff. She trembles, waiting for me to make the first move. Her breath mists over my face and then she shakes her head.

  “No, I can’t.”

  No. Yes. No. Yes. Make up your fucking mind.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t while he’s still in my life.”

  Like I give a fuck about stepping on some other douchebag’s toes.

  Her brown eyes widen. “Seriously, if he saw me with someone else he’d—”

  “Elena.”

  My thumb moves across her cheek, under those beautiful, blowjob lips that I’d love to give a test run.

  “What?”

  “Shut up.”

  Then I kiss her.

  It’s like an instant high the moment my lips touch hers. The heat I’ve been watching flush her skin burns into my mouth. My hands drop down her silky neck, and I take a fistful of her hair and sweep it aside. Blood pounds through my veins as my tongue sweeps over her bottom lip. Then I grasp the base of her neck, my cock pounding with blood.

  She pulls away from me with a painful yelp, her hands flying to her neck, where I notice shadows of purple. What the fuck? Are those bruises?

  My chest slowly fills with heat as I connect the dots. Elena lets her hands fall from her neck and shakes her hair back into place, flattening it nervously.

  “I—this is a bad idea.”

  My cock screams for me to keep going, to pin her down and lick her from head to toe.

  “If it’s a bad idea, why did you follow me in here?”

  Elena’s fingers linger on my chest. A flare of warmth spreads where she touches me and she lifts her head.

  “I was selfish.”

  A weak feeling seizes my chest when she says that. I don’t know why. “You’re not selfish for wanting me. Ditch the loser and come home with me.”

  A sad smile twitches across her face. “You make it sound so simple.”

  “It is.”

  I bend my head again, taking her lips in mine before she can utter a protest. Ah—fuck, the way she feels, her body rubbing against mine, her soft lips. Her palm rides my chest, the heel digg
ing into my muscles. I just can’t wait another moment without knowing what her tits feel like, so I brush my palm against the warm curve of her breast. My thumb kneads her hard nipple as I deepen the kiss. She utters a moan against my lips that makes my dick throb. I squeeze her and then my hand moves to her waist and I take a handful of her flesh.

  “Ow!”

  Elena breaks off the kiss with a painful cry, and I snatch my hand away as if it were burned. Jesus, is she covered in bruises?

  Small tears bead in her dark eyes and a surge of rage flashes across my eyes.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  She shakes her head, dismissive. “It’s fine.”

  Like hell it is.

  “Who is your ex?”

  “Why?”

  “So I can beat the shit out of him.”

  It bursts out of me before I can really think about what I’m saying, but it occurs to me that I really want to do this. I want to find the prick and bash his fucking head in. What kind of man hits a woman? It boils my blood to see this kind of shit. I’m no white knight, but I want this girl to not flinch when I touch her.

  “Yeah, that’s not a good idea.”

  Surprise rattles through my head. “Are you one of those chicks that keeps running back to the guy who beats you up?”

  The icy glare she shoots me says it all. “Fuck you.”

  “Then why’s it not a good idea?”

  “Look, you seem like a tough guy and all, but my ex is—ah, connected.”

  Connected. He’s in the mob? Huh. Interesting.

  “You can say the word, you know. It’s not a bad one. Mafia.”

  Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “He’s a wise guy.”

  “So am I, hon.”

  The energy shifts between us. All of a sudden, it’s tense. I reach down to my ankle and show her the piece I have strapped there. She sits up straighter and I have to laugh at her startled expression. An apprehensive look overcomes her face.