Tied Down

by Vanessa Waltz

  “Tabarnak, your tits.”

  My face burns scarlet, or I imagine that it does. Suddenly I’m reminded of the driver’s presence and I pull away from Johnny, returning my hands to my lap. His arm stretches behind my head, his fingers tickling the back of my neck. I burn at the sight of amusement on his face.

  We finally arrive at what looks like his high-rise apartment.

  “Thanks, Chris.”

  “No problem.”

  He doesn’t pay the guy. Huh.

  I take Johnny’s hand and climb out of the car as he waves goodbye. The car rolls away, and a jolt of fear suddenly hits me as he guides me toward the lobby.

  I can count on my hand how many times I’ve had sex, and never before have I had a one-night stand. I want him, but I still feel racked with nerves. He’s too gorgeous, too slick. My confidence can barely keep up with him.

  It’s too late.

  The elevator doors slide open, and I’m lulled into a false sense of security.

  “I’m starting to think that you’re not just a bar owner.”

  Johnny leans his back against the mirrored wall, grinning wickedly. “Yeah? What gave you that idea?”

  “Everyone treats you like you’re a king.”

  This time he really does laugh. It rebounds sharply in the elevator, and he pushes himself off the wall, advancing upon me like a predator. Until my breaths get short and I have a hard time focusing.

  “Maybe I am.”

  Oh God.

  “Ever think about that?”

  He’s connected. No fucking way.

  An icy feeling spreads inside my chest as he pulls me against his body roughly without giving me any time to respond.

  This is what you wanted, remember? You went to that bar because you knew Dad hated Italians, and what’s worse than an Italian?

  A Mafioso.

  It all fits—the bad-boy attitude, acting as though nothing in the world can take him down, his fucking ego, and the guys sucking up to him.

  Oh shit. Oh God.

  I’ve no idea how high up he is, but he’s a soldier, at least. He’s a made member. I’m sure of it.

  Dad would fucking kill him. And me.

  The elevator pings open and I’m half-tempted to think of some kind of excuse to bail, because this is nuts. I’m the daughter of the president of the Devils MC, and he’s in the mob. I almost want to laugh at how panicky I am right now. The other, louder part of me wants to do it anyway. It’s wrong. It’s exciting. I’ve already gone too far.

  He leads me down the hall, and still I haven’t made a move to suggest that maybe we should call this whole thing off. Save my fucking skin and his.

  Instead I let him pull me into the darkness of his apartment. Into that horribly terrifying silence that simmers with desire. It’s always the most awkward part of first dates. The whens and the hows are torturous. When should I kiss him? I could handle him if he was an ordinary man, but he’s the opposite.

  He’s a predator.

  Like a black hole, he’s the brightest thing in the universe. I could pick him out in a crowd instantly. Get too close and you’re dead. You’re gone.

  He shuts the door and locks it. The moment I hear the locks slide home, I know I’m fucked.

  Johnny’s face seems different in the darkness. There’s no levity, just a humorless look and a predatory stare. It makes my heart jump in my chest. Then he flicks on the light, illuminating a vast, gorgeous apartment.

  Ok, he’s definitely not just a bar owner.

  “Wow.”

  I turn around, impressed by how richly decorated the place is. He’s not some kind of rich frat boy. He’s got style. A blood-red abstract painting hangs near the entrance. I walk deeper inside, checking out the modern furniture. And what’s more, the whole place is pristine. I can’t see a speck of dust anywhere. It’s fucking creepy.

  No guy on earth is this clean.

  I wander around his living room and sit down on one of his couches, to see him still standing near the door, half-hidden in shadows.

  My chest deflates.

  I expected my clothes to fly off the moment we walked through the door, but he takes deliberate steps into the living room, turns toward the stocked bar he has, and pours us both drinks.

  Ice clinks in the glasses as he walks to where I’m sitting, balancing the drinks in one hand, giving me a strange look. He offers me mine and I take it just to do something with my hands. The drink slips down his throat as he eye-fucks me, standing close enough to touch me.

  It’s unsettling.

  “What’s that look?”

  “I can’t figure you out.”

  The glass table makes a sharp sound when he sets his drink down, and then he plants his hands on either side of my head. I sink into the fabric as his face comes within inches of mine. Heart pounding in my ears, I can barely make out what he says to me.

  “You really have no idea who I am?”

  His breath mists over my face and I’m so tempted to lean the few inches forward and catch his lips in mine. I lick my lips.

  “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”

  A smile flickers. “I asked you a question.”

  “No, and I don’t want to know.”

  Puzzlement makes his eyebrows knit together and I take a gulp of whatever drink he brought me, the amber liquid burning down my throat.

  He slides into the couch next to me, the sound of the leather fabric oddly loud in my ears. He doesn’t touch me. It drives me crazy. The alcohol spreads a flush over my chest, and I’m just about out of patience.

  “I don’t trust easily. I don’t trust at all—and I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  A snort leaves his nostrils. “It’s my job to sniff out people trying to pull a fast one on me. The world’s filled with people trying to fuck you over.”

  I have no idea what he’s talking about.

  “I don’t want to fuck you over. I want to fuck you.”

  He looks forbidding, but I ignore his body language, which tells me to stay the fuck away. I get up from the couch and stand between his legs. He watches me with the air of a wolf scenting a prey animal, and my blood pounds in my neck. My fingers take the hem of my dress and I pull it right off my body. It slowly drags over my thighs, exposing my black silk panties. His face goes slack as he watches the edge of the dress rise over the swell of my breasts.

  Yes, look at me.

  Desire pounds between my legs as I reach behind myself and unclasp the bra, a thrill shooting through me from rendering Johnny speechless. His eyes are glued to my tits and then my hands, gently tugging at my panties. They snag over my hips.

  Something snaps in his eyes. Suddenly he leans forward and grabs my waist, yanking me forward. The panties are halfway down my thighs, but he makes me straddle his legs. There’s a ripping sound and I realize the panties have a tear in them. I gasp as he takes them in his hands and rips them off my body with one quick jerk.

  Fucking hot.

  Warmth floods my pussy as he wraps his arms around my naked skin. I arch my back, and his face bumps against my tits. His tongue darts out, sending a shock through me as he swirls around my nipple. Then he bites down on the hardened nub.

  I’ve never done anything like this before with a man I barely know. I’ve never wanted to strip away all my vulnerabilities. He thinks I’m hiding something from him, and he’s right, but I’m not giving that up. I don’t want to ruin this night. If he finds out who my father is, he’ll ends things now. That, I’m sure of.

  My thighs rub against the coarse fabric of his suit as I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his thick, dark hair. His hot mouth takes my breast and he bites down on the flesh, letting out wicked laughter when it pops out of his lips. “You think you can distract me with tits?”

  “Yeah.”

  His eyes are fractured. There’s a battle in them. Pride versus lust.

  The h
and cradling my ass suddenly disappears, and reappears in a loud slap. My skin burns as the sound cracks across the room as Johnny looks greedily at my body.

  “Fuck, you are gorgeous. And right.”

  I’m temporarily paralyzed with the sensation of being naked in his arms. Hard fingers grope my tits, making me arch against him. He grabs a hunk of my hair and pulls me toward his lips, and they devour me.

  It’s carnal, as if he hasn’t fucked a woman in years. I love it.

  “I’m going to make you mine tonight. Just for one night, sweetheart.”

  Then his hand dips from my breast down my stomach, all the way to my aching core. He cups my pussy and rides his middle finger over my clit.

  “Already wet, huh? When’s the last time you’ve been with a man?”

  My face burns and I consider lying for a moment, but what’s the point? “Years,” I mumble.

  His middle finger doesn’t pause. It slides inside me. “Jesus. No wonder.”

  I tighten my arms around him, uttering a small moan when I feel my walls tighten around the two digits, aching for something thick and hard. His cock is right there. The outline of him grows in his pants. Jesus, he’s huge. I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, and it twitches inside my grip.

  I lean forward and grasp his head, brushing back his hair and running my fingers along his stubble as I kiss him. Every ounce of passion and need explodes out of me. He just keeps fingering me calmly, the wet sound driving me insane. I want him naked—I want all of him.

  “Please, Johnny!”

  He smiles against my lips. “I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget. First, I’m going to fuck you really hard. I’ll make your cunt numb, just like you wanted.” His fingers twist inside me and another jolt of pleasure rips through me, making me yell out loud. “Then I’m going to make you come with my tongue. I’ll fuck you again, and again, and when you go home tomorrow to your daddy, you can tell him that Johnny Cravotta fucked his little daughter.”

  Oh Jesus. The things he’s saying. It’s so—wait a second. I know that name.

  Who fucking cares?

  “How does that sound?”

  His smooth voice invades my ears, the only noise I hear besides my own wetness sliding around his fingers.

  “Tha-that sounds—ah!”

  His fingers slam into my pussy, a third one inside me. Johnny’s soft laughter rebounds around his living room.

  Finally he pulls out of me and wipes his fingers on my thigh. Then his hand splays on my neck and pushes me down so quickly that the air is knocked out of my chest. My back sinks into the couch cushions as he stands up, gazing down at my naked body with unmistakable greed.

  “Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”

  A blush creeps up my face as my hand tentatively curls around my thigh.

  He puts a hand on my knee and pulls it apart from the other. “Spread those gorgeous legs apart so I can see your pussy.”

  It’s rare that a guy gives me orders. Even rarer that I follow them, but the authority ringing from his voice is impossible to ignore. He’s the first man who has ever made me want to obey him.

  I spread my knees farther apart as I lower my hand over my pussy, sliding my fingers down the slick skin. Johnny sits down on the glass table, feet from me. He touches himself, and another bump of excitement adds to the fire. I’ve never seen a guy do that before. He curves his hand around his thickening cock and strokes it through his slacks, which are uncomfortably tight.

  “I want you to imagine me inside you.”

  But I don’t care about me. I want him. And I’ve never been good at listening.

  I slide off the couch, ignoring his angry commands as I kneel at his feet and wrap my hands around his belt.

  Redness flushes his skin as I grab him through his slacks, tugging the belt out of its loops as Johnny loses the fight to get me to do what he wants.

  “Please. I want to suck your cock.”

  I want him to lose control. I want him to forget who he is and what he’s doing. Wild, unbridled desire.

  His hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. “Some fucking day, you’re not going to get what you want.”

  But I always do.

  He lifts his hips and I drag the slacks from his waist. They pool at his feet. Damn, Johnny is hiding an amazing body. He’s lean and all muscle, but not bulky, which I like. His dick sticks out of his black briefs like a flesh-colored flag. I pull his briefs off his hips, and then that delectable cock springs free. I grip it in my hand, marveling at the warmth.

  He clucks with sympathy, running a hand through my hair. “You must be starving for cock.”

  Yes, I am.

  “I’ll let you have a little taste.”

  Then he shoves my head down, his fingers digging into my hair as my lips bump against his head and open wide. He passes through them, so thick and firm. It’s been fucking years, but I grip the base of his cock, taking him all the way inside me. My lips suck hard near the tip and I look at Johnny’s face as I do it. His eyes close in rapture and he wets his lips, keeping his hand fisted in my hair.

  “Ah, fuck yes.”

  He lifts his hips in a thrust as my lips glide down his length. Holy shit, I can’t believe how turned-on I am. His teeth clench as I take him all the way inside me, his balls flush against my lips.

  “Criss.”

  I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I wrap my other arm around his thighs, his hair tickling my palm. I anchor solidly over his ass, feeling my core clench as his moans hit the ceiling. His breathing deepens as my lips tighten around him, gliding up and down, swirling my tongue over his swollen head. It turns me on to see his red face trained on mine, lust burning through his skin. I let him pop out of me and slide his cock over my lips.

  In a few swift movements, Johnny picks me up and hurls me over the couch. He tears off his jacket with an animalistic growl. My heart leaps as his body falls over mine, my legs wrapping around his solid waist.

  Fear careens through my veins, battling with the aching need to be fucked. It’s been too long. I can’t wait anymore.

  He reaches back and I feel the head of his cock sliding against my folds and an overwhelming blaze of lust almost makes me scream.

  He sinks inside me with a grunt. The head pushes through my slick walls, and ecstasy washes all over me. I forgot how amazing it felt to have a man inside me. How did I wait this long?

  It throbs inside me, so big that it hurts to feel him thrust. His tie dangles around his muscled neck and I spread my hands underneath his shirt collar. I want to touch every inch of his skin.

  “Your pussy feels so good.”

  The ragged voice sends a rush of excitement to my chest. He slides out and ruts me deep, all restraint forgotten. My clit hums with the pleasant burn of his cock riding up against it. I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life, but I don’t want to come—not yet. I grab the tie dangling in my face and pull his grinning face down. He knows exactly what’s going on.

  He thrusts hard as my lips crush against his. He kisses me back in a frenzy as I groan into his mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. Moan for me.”

  My fingernails dig into his back as he takes one of my tits and roughly squeezes it, pinching the nipple as his cock hammers my cunt.

  “Johnny, you should stop.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m about to come. Please.”

  But of course the bastard does the opposite. The grin on his face widens as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and fucks me for all I’m worth. I try to fight against the building pressure inside my core.

  His mouth seals over mine, his tongue forces down my throat, and I arch my back.

  “No,” I moan into his mouth.

  “Yes. Come for me. I want you to.”

  I can’t ignore the thick cock pulsing through me, hitting all the right nerves as his body, which is covered in wicked tattoos, fucks me like a battering ram. The br
eath knocks out of my lungs and my hands reach around to his ass, urging him on. I scream as the last thrust shoves me over the edge and I clench hard around him. My nails dig into his flesh as I come hard, the wave of relief knocking me down flat. Johnny silences my moans with his mouth, his breathing frantic. I melt into the couch, but his hips crush against mine, ramping up the pleasure again, until finally he breaks off the kiss and groans loud enough so that for a moment, I wonder if something is wrong.

  His hips thrust hard, jamming his length into me as his warm cum explodes from his cock. He thrusts a few more times, each one jarring me back into lust.

  Jesus.

  The dampness of his skin makes him stick to me. I’m covered in his smell, my pussy full of his cum. Hot lips find my neck as his breath mists over my skin. He kisses me over and over, down my neck, teeth nipping at me before he takes my breast in his mouth and bites hard. Shit. Something so painful shouldn’t feel so damn good. He raises his head, his wicked grin adding another sharp bump to the need pulsing inside me.

  A growl issues from his throat. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

  My heartbeat is still sprinting, but then it does a little flip when he gives me a small smile. The glow of my orgasm slowly fades away, and for one horrible moment I feel doubt clinging to my shoulders. The post-sex awkwardness makes my cheeks burn.

  “What’s the matter?”

  He fixes me with an intense stare that makes my insides tighten.

  “I’m just—shy,” I say finally.

  “Shy?” he says with a small laugh. “I’m balls deep inside you, and you’re shy.”

  I look away from the laughter in his eyes.

  “I’ll give you something to be shy about.”

  The steely look in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat.