Tied Down

by Vanessa Waltz

  Yeah, it’s fucked up.

  Energy ramps inside my chest as I climb the stairs to my apartment, unlocking the door. A rich smell from the kitchen makes my mouth water, and I hang my coat before walking toward it. Elena sits at the table and smiles at me.

  “Hey.”

  My chest tightens as I smile back to her, and I glance at the pot on the stove.

  “What’s that?”

  “Dinner.”

  Sometimes I wonder if she’s taking this role too seriously. “We’re roommates, hon. You don’t have to cook me dinner.”

  A complicated look falls on her face. “I know… It’s just—there’s not much else for me to do. Why not?”

  I shrug at her and sit down across the table from her. “I told Johnny that I knocked you up. He wasn’t very happy about it.”

  On the table, her hands shake and she nervously smoothes her hair. “He’ll know—won’t he? He’ll come after you. I still get messages from him every day.”

  “Let him try.”

  “W-what if you’re not here and he—”

  I reach forward and grasp her hand, bringing it to my lips. The last of her bruises only just healed, and I’m glad. A sick feeling filled my stomach every time I saw them splayed over her perfect skin. Fucking jackass.

  “I will kill him. I would consider it an honor and a privilege.”

  She just melts at those words. I see her struggling to hold back tears as she clings to my hand. The poor girl is lonely as fuck. She’s stuck here all day without anyone to talk to.

  “Maybe I should talk to the other guys’ wives. I know Tommy’s girlfriend is from New York, too. Maybe she can help you plan the wedding. At least you’ll have someone to hang out with.”

  The wedding. It sounds so strange coming from my lips like a matter-of-fact statement. Our wedding. To a girl I barely know or care about.

  It’s weird.

  “Thanks, Tony. That’s—that’s really sweet of you.”

  A chuckle escapes my mouth. Sweet? I’ve never heard a girl call me that in my life, ever, but she seems to really mean it. The expression on her face makes me uncomfortable. She looks at me as though I’m her goddamn savior, even though I’m only doing this for money. Part of me wants to set her straight, but I don’t want to see her upset.

  She gets up from her chair and walks to me, looking at me with a wide smile that makes me feel light. Then she straddles my legs and her fingers slowly rake through my hair. I touch her small waist and I think of all the women I’ve fucked in the past few years—how none of them even come close to her. She gets my dick hard whenever she feels like it, and the smug broad knows it. It worried me in the beginning that she was only fucking me to placate me, but after a week of nonstop fucking I know better.

  She needs my cock just as much as I need her pussy.

  Sometimes in the middle of the night, when I’m barely awake, I’ll feel her hand on my cock. Then I’ll fuck the shit out of her at some ungodly hour, and then when I wake up in the morning I’ll fuck her again. And then she’ll want more when I get back home. Fuck, it’s heaven for my overactive cock, but I am tired as hell all the time.

  “I missed you.”

  Elena’s sigh washes over my ears as she sits down on my lap, straddling my waist. I groan as she reaches down and grabs my hardness, and then she kisses me, and I fight the urge to shove my tongue down her throat.

  “Elena, we’re going to visit my ma tomorrow.” I swallow hard. “To tell her everything.”

  My palms sweat just thinking about it.

  “Okay,” she says, twirling a finger in my hair. “What’s she like?”

  “Old-fashioned, I guess. She’ll be very happy to meet you.”

  Her brilliant smile falters somewhat, and my chest tightens a little. I know that she’s not really mine, that this is all for show, but I can’t help but feel a little annoyed. She should be fucking grateful for this.

  “I’m just—I wonder what’s happening with my mom right now. I didn’t leave her with anything.”

  So that’s what’s bothering her.

  Then her hand freezes in my hair and she stands up from my lap, looking embarrassed.

  “Sorry, I know that you’re not here to listen to my problems.”

  “You barely talk to me at all, hon.” I stand up and my hip bumps into her waist, and she grabs a strand of her hair and tugs it. “When I come home, the first thing you do is jump on my cock. Don’t look at me like that—I’m not complaining.”

  “I just don’t know how to act around you. I don’t know what you expect from me.”

  “I don’t expect anything, doll. You’re the one paying me—”

  “—But I’m in your house, using your things, invading your privacy—”

  My laugh cuts her off. “You’re paying me fifty grand for a few months’ rent. I shouldn’t let you use my things?” My hand snakes around her neck. “Maybe you’re right. I should make you walk naked around the house.”

  Her watery eyes shine in the overhead lights and the laughter dies in my throat. All of a sudden, she shakes in my arms and tears stream down her face.

  Jesus.

  “What did I say?”

  She shakes her head, trying to turn out of my grasp. “Nothing.”

  A small yelp leaves her throat as I curl my hand around her forearm and yank her into my chest. Fear flashes through her tears and I let go of her arm as though it burned me.

  “Don’t walk away from me, Elena.”

  “I’m just overwhelmed. Rafael keeps contacting me and I’m getting married and we’re building up all these lies that we can’t possibly keep straight.”

  “First of all, give me that phone right now.”

  She grudgingly reaches inside the pocket of her jeans and hands me her cell phone. I turn it on and briefly scroll through the wall of angry text messages.

  When I find you I’ll RIP YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF

  Ur not gonna last five fucking minutes the moment I find you

  I dont think you realize how much STRESS you’re causing me. After everything I’ve fuckin done for you, you two-timing slut I will—

  My fingers are so tight around the phone that I’m sure the glass is about to break.

  “He sounds like a stand-up guy.”

  She smiles weakly.

  Then I hurl the phone to the floor as hard as I can, shattering the glass. Ignoring her screams of protest, I dig my boot into the plastic and stomp hard until it’s nothing but bits and pieces.

  “What the hell did you do?”

  “I’ll get you a new phone. You don’t need to read that shit every day, it’ll just make you upset.” I take her shoulders in my hands and squeeze them.

  “But I’ll have no idea if he’s planning something.”

  “You let me worry about that, sweetheart.” I kiss her wet lips, and she releases a sigh.

  Honestly there’s nothing better than starting off the day with a blowjob.

  Wet, full lips wrapped around the most sensitive part of your cock, tongue riding up and down your shaft, swirling around your head.

  Everything fades away. Fucking world peace could be accomplished if everyone got enough head.

  Elena kneels on the shower floor, blinking up at me as hot water rains over her dark hair, which flattens to her face. She smiles at me, taking a break from shoving my fat cock down her throat. It’s a perfect thing to look at. She’s fucking hot, and she’s on her knees sucking my cock. At the same time, it’s agonizing because I can’t touch her beautiful tits or that pussy always aching for me.

  How the fuck does she do this to me? How?

  I can’t take it anymore—the wetness, the sliding, the sounds of her greedy mouth. I yank her arm so that she stumbles to her feet, and I gently push her against the glass with a growl.

  “You just love how hard you can get me, don’t you? Admit it.”

  Her lips touch my face, kissing my cheek, and I feel her smile against my skin. />
  “Maybe I enjoy it just a little.”

  Her tits flush against my chest and blood pounds through my cock. Every throbbing beat is like a mantra. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her.

  Delicate hands wrap around my thick cock and squeeze as she nips my neck.

  A little, my ass.

  I grab her shoulders and turn her around, and then my palm rips across her ass. It cracks through the bathroom, sounding a lot worse because of the water coating her skin. She yelps as a bright-red mark blooms over her skin. Then she bends over, palms flat against the wall.

  As long as she’s willing, I’m going to fuck this girl every spare second that I have. Every moment she’s not begging at my knees or bent over is a fucking waste. Her wet hair slides in my hand as I reach forward and yank hard, forcing her to arch her back.

  “You’re too fucking sexy for your own good.”

  And too damn cocky.

  Goddamn, even the sight of her tits hanging down makes my cock twitch. The curve of her back, the swell of her ass, her glistening pussy—it’s an image of perfection.

  My length throbs as I aim it between her lips. They spread apart with the slightest pressure, and she shudders with pleasure as I sink into her. Her legs tremble as I pull back and thrust, addicted to her warmth. Fuck, it’s incredible. We fit together perfectly. She’s snug around my dick, and I feel her pussy clinging to me as I pull out, as if it’s desperate to keep me inside.

  Her palms slip on the glass as I grab her hips and thrust hard enough to make her feet stumble. Still, I find myself wishing we had an audience to fuck in front of, so that everyone could see that this amazing girl is all mine.

  She pushes her greedy ass against mine, taking more of my cock inside her. I grind against her, laughing when the bathroom echoes with her sharp gasps. The real thrill is when the girl comes. Absolutely nothing gives me a greater high than a girl becoming completely undone over my cock. It’s intoxicating to have that kind of power over someone. The more I fuck her, the more of a turn-on it is. She’s not tired of me, no matter how many times I fuck her.

  “Tony, more!”

  I’ll give you more.

  I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as my pelvis smashes into her. She screams, slipping on the wall, but I hold her against me, pounding hard as she contorts her face, her tits swinging.

  “Harder!”

  Damn it. I can’t fuck you much harder.

  The ecstasy twisting her face makes blood rush to my chest. The steam rises in the shower, scorching our bodies, and I feel almost faint. My hand reaches around, playing with her clit as I watch my cock pulse inside her. I feel the bulge moving through her.

  “Come for me, baby. I want you to come hard on my dick.”

  “I—I am—I’m—” a wordless moan cuts off the rest of her words and she collapses on the glass.

  Her cunt tightens around me and then I pull out. The pressure builds as I fist my cock and I stroke once, sighing as jets of cum blast over her back.

  Elena turns around and I get a brief look of her flushed face before her arms wrap around my head and her lips crush against mine, so insistent and consuming. She bites my bottom lip and pulls back.

  “I want more.”

  My hand snakes around her neck and I grab a fistful of hair. “How many times a day do I have to fuck you to make you happy?”

  She reaches behind herself, smiling, and shuts off the water. “I don’t know yet.”

  She’s either some kind of angel sent from Heaven with the mission of overworking my cock, or she’s fucking the pain away.

  Whatever the reason, I’m glad.

  I admire the way her tits move as she reaches up and wrings out her hair, and grab two towels for her before running one all over myself. I get ready in the other bathroom while she hogs the main one. It takes her fucking long to do all the shit she needs to do with makeup and her hair, but when she’s finished, she looks gorgeous.

  My chest tightens as she gives me a kiss on the cheek. She wears a skin-tight semi-sheer black sweater and jeans that leave little to the imagination. I know that I barely know her and she’s mostly just a hot girl who I fuck, but it makes me proud. I’m proud to show her off to my ma.

  She takes my hand, squeezing hard as we leave my apartment. I watch her face, her darting eyes, and her mouth, slightly parted as if she’s seconds from screaming. A hot wave of rage suddenly rises inside me for that asshole who made her so afraid.

  There’s no one on the icy streets and I open the car door, letting her inside first. Then I join her and we drive out of there. Silence descends in the car, and I keep sneaking glances at her.

  I barely know a thing about her.

  “So what’s with you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  My hands tighten on the steering wheel. “I’ve never known a girl to want it that often.”

  “I haven’t had fun in a very long time.” She gives me a curious look and her hand curves around my thigh. “You make me feel really good about myself. I—I never realized how much I needed that.”

  A pang of sadness hits me suddenly, and I can’t help but feel that whatever this is between us—she’s already feeling something a little more than lust.

  Then she lets out a shaky sigh. “I’m worried about this.”

  Truth be told, my guts haven’t unclenched since we left my apartment. I don’t like lying to my ma, but for once in my worthless life I’m doing something for the greater good.

  She’ll understand.

  I hope.

  “Don’t worry about her. It’ll be fine.”

  Like hell it’ll be.

  I know exactly what my mother will do. She’ll scream, she’ll cry, she’ll want to be involved in every damn aspect of the wedding.

  The forty minutes to Terrebonne don’t take very long at all and I pull into the driveway. We sit in the car as the engine ticks and stare at my childhood home. Even though it’s freezing, neither of us makes the move to open the car door.

  “All right. Let’s do this.”

  I open the door and step outside as Elena does the same, wrapping her arms around her sides immediately. She waits for me to walk around the car and then we walk up the path to the front door. Elena lets out a nervous sigh as I raise my fist—

  The door flies open and my ma stands in the doorway, looking beautiful and put-together as always. “Hi, baby!”

  I gesture toward Elena. “Ma, this is Elena.”

  Poor Elena stiffens as my mother throws her arms around her neck and kisses her cheeks, nearly crying in ecstasy.

  “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Oh my God, she’s so—you’re so beautiful. My son finally has a girlfriend. Come in. Come in!”

  Red-faced, Elena smiles and walks in the house as I take a huge breath.

  Here we fucking go.

  It smells wonderful, but then again, it always does. It doesn’t matter what time of the night it is, whenever I come over my ma insists on feeding me. Typical Italian mom, I guess.

  It looks exactly the same as it did when my dad was still alive. Same beaten-up furniture that my ma refuses to replace for some reason that escapes me. It’s as though she expects him to walk in any moment and find everything exactly the way he left it. A pain hits my side whenever I see a photo of him, and they’re everywhere in this fucking house. When he died, it was as though my heart was ripped from my breast.

  My petite mom waves Elena inside, motioning toward the kitchen. “Please, sit, sit. Tony, come here and help your mother.”

  Elena stands up from the chair. “I can help, too.”

  “No, no. Sit down and relax. Have some—oh Jesus, where are my oven mitts!”

  Chuckling, I walk into the kitchen and grab the oven mitts from the top of the refrigerator. “Here.”

  Ma squints at me through her glasses and takes the mitts from me. “Maddon, I’m losing it. Tony, set the table.”

  I grab fists full of silverware and
place them around the small table, smiling at Elena, who sits as if her back is attached to a steel rod. She flinches suddenly as I drop my hand over her shoulder and squeeze it.

  “Relax, hon.”

  Her muscles relax under my hand. She turns her head with a smile as I stroke her back.

  “You two look so adorable,” my ma says, smiling at us. “I never thought my son would bring home a girl. It’s been at least ten years since he had a girlfriend—”

  “—Ma!”

  Jesus fucking Christ, don’t bring that up.

  Her smile fumbles under my glare, and I grab a stack of plates, ignoring Elena’s curious stare. My hands shake and the ceramic cracks together noisily. Ma winces.

  “Watch it! Those are new!”

  “Sorry, Ma.”

  The oven blows a cloud of steam into the kitchen as Ma takes out the roast ham and lets it rest on the kitchen counter.

  “You never told me how you met each other.”

  I sit down next to Elena, finding her hand under the table.

  Let me do the talking.

  “At Tommy’s bar.”

  Ma gets the knife out of the drawer and sticks the meat thermometer in the steaming ham. “And you two hit it off?”

  Her fingers tighten around mine. They feel ice cold.

  I’ve done drug deals with bikers and I’ve never been this nervous. There’s a golf ball in my throat. My heart pounds and my mouth is dry. “Well—ah. Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

  She frowns at me over the ham and finally sets the thermometer down.

  “Ma, could you come sit down?”

  “What?” Her eyes widen. “What’s wrong? There’s something wrong, isn’t there? I can tell.”

  “No, not really—”

  Her mouth trembles as she rips off her glasses and wipes her face. Tears burst from her eyes. “You’re going to prison, aren’t you?”