Tied: A Crown and Anchor Novella
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Laughing, I walk off to the bathroom he’d indicated and open the drawer. After picking out a few, I start back out.
Walking back into the living room, I look at Chris and realize that this is the right place for me at this time. The giant man with his scars, both in and out—the tattoos and marks from war—makes him beautiful to me. I’m in awe of him.
“Come here, Chris.” I’m not demanding usually, but it’s been so long for me, I want it perfect.
Lifting a finger, telling me to wait a sec, I giggle. It’s not very manly, but who would really call me manly anyway?
Standing to his full height, walking with a hitch in his step, I wait. As he makes his way across I hand him the condom. Unwrapping the package and moving to roll it over mine for me, I shift away. “Not this time.”
As understanding hits, he smiles. It’s beaming, glorious, and lovely. Rolling it in place, he asks, “You’re sure?”
I know this is the right time with the right man. I’m glad I’ve waited to give myself to someone again, so I nod.
Grasping my face in his hands, he strokes a thumb down either side of my cheeks, placing his lips to mine reverently. We breathe for one another. It’s intimate, slow, and with care. Without breaking away, I ask, “Where do you want me? It’s your apartment this time.”
He groans. “Table, please.”
Turning until my backside hits the edge, I grip it gently.
“How long has it been, Ty?”
“Long enough. Just be gentle.”
Laying a hand down my side, he pets me. “Do you still have the remote?”
“Yes. Would you like it on again?” I ask.
“Not yet, but soon.” Drawing lazy lines down my back, I know he’s looking at me and seeing me. “Hold on to the table and don’t let go, Ty.”
I understand it’s his turn for power. I can do that. It’s been a long time, but I used to love this so I’m excited.
As his hands roam my body, his touch light as it traces muscles, stroking the skin of my inner thighs, almost touching my scrotum, then moving again. My breathing changes. As his hand wraps around to touch me, stroking lightly, I feel his body back away. Anticipating where he’ll touch me next, he surprises me. He trails kisses along my back down to my tailbone, across my left cheek, then the right. I love it when he spreads my cheeks and touches with his lips. I sigh at the sweet care.
“Don’t be quiet, Tyler. I loved it when you made noise,” Chris says between kissing my cheeks and the opening as he grips my cock tightly in hot strokes. The more he does, the more I grip the table. I want more.
Now it’s my turn to beg. “Chris. I need you. Please,” I whine. As he continues, my hips move of their own accord as I enjoy the affection he’s showing me.
He stops and rises to his full height. “Are you ready, Ty?”
“More than ready.”
Grasping my cock and teasing my balls, I feel a fullness as he enters me inch by inch. He’s larger than I remember ever having, but it feels superb. Once he’s fully seated, with a hitched breath, Chris pants out gleefully, “Press the button.”
Releasing my grip on the table, I press the first button. “Back up to where we were?”
“E—Eventually…Yes.” As he starts to move, every nerve in my body fires up. I’m alight. Rocking with his motions, back and forth, we set a tempo that goes with the motion of the vibrating toy. Without direction from him and as our speed increases, I select the next setting on the toy.
Growling his satisfaction of the speed, Chris reaches forward to grasp my cock tighter than I think it’s ever been grabbed before, but it feels great. “One more,” he says through gritted teeth. Pushing the button, his body jerks to the motion, taking mine with him in a gleeful way.
“Jesus!” I yell out as his strokes increase. Thrusting hard, my body is accepting the pounding speed with joy. Wanting to tempt the next setting, I push the limits.
Hitting the button, Chris yells out. “FUCK! Yes! Yes!” Speeding up, the table jerks heavily across the floor, bouncing until it hits the edge of the kitchen counter. Now that there’s nothing allowing us to move, Chris grips my shoulder to pull me backwards so he can adjust to the change of our position.
As the blue flames of my orgasm lick the edge of my spine, I squeal, “I’m going to come!”
As his body jerks a few fast strokes while my ass grips him tightly, he too comes, hard and fast.
Once the euphoria of our orgasms fade, Chris and I collapse against the table.
“Stop the toy before I start laughing,” Chris says breathlessly.
Now that his motions have stopped, I back it down until the vibration stops.
Hearing his ragged breaths, feeling his sweat-slicked body, I relish the post orgasmic afterglow.
“How ya doin’ back there?” I ask giddily.
Before he can answer, a woman states, “He’s good. How are you?”
Chris
“Jesus, Carli! What the hell are you doing here?”
Lying across Tyler, I feel him stiffen as soon as she speaks.
“I’d like to ask you the same question, Chris. What the hell are you doing?” She hits me with a couch pillow. “I thought you were past your whoring ways? I thought this guy in New York was the man for you?” Tossing another pillow, I turn slightly to grab it midair. “I’m pissed at you!”
“Fuck, Carli! Stop it!” Moving off of Tyler, backing out of his body, I stand up to dispose of the used condom.
I hand him the pillow projectile. “Here,” I say before rounding on her again.
“Chris, I was worried about you --”
“Carli. Stop, woman. Slow your role. You don’t understand.”
She tosses another pillow. “Oh, I understand you...you…you twiddling whore that will lead any pretty bobble home!”
I reach down and hand Tyler his pants and shirt. “The bedroom is over there, Tyler.”
“Oh, I’m okay. I’m not shy.” Gripping his pants, he slips them on. “I assume this is Carli?”
Just before Carli is about to open another can of whoop-ass on me, I introduce them. “This is Tyler. Tyler, this is Carli Crown.”
Taking a second to process what I’ve said, she turns to Tyler, slightly pinked. “You’re Tyler? Like, New York, gorgeous, sweet, I want to know more of, Tyler?”
He smirks. “I assume so.” He holds his hand out to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Carli.”
Putting both her arms behind her, “Oh. No. No. I don’t shake hands after sex until you’re washed up, mister. I have three babies at home. If one of them got sick I’d pay for it for weeks.”
“Three babies? When did you—”
“Chris I love you, but you are dense. Crown is my third baby. That man can’t handle a gunshot wound, how do you think he’d handle a cold?” Carli still hasn’t come fully into the apartment. She’s hunkered down by the couch -- where there are still three projectiles, so I stay on the ready.
“So you came to check on me? I love you, Car.” Moving to give her a hug—still naked by the way—she steps back.
I laugh of course, as I was only teasing her.
“Put that junk away, mister. And go have a shower. You smell like sex.” Stepping into the apartment, walking to the kitchen and pulling down a glass, she fills it with water as she talks over her shoulder. “I’m glad it wasn’t you stuffing a sock with someone you shouldn’t be. But I’m still not hugging you, as you smell like sweat and porn.” Sipping at her glass, eyeing the room, she inspects it. Looking for, or at, something.
“What, Car?”
“I was just wondering what that remote is for?” Her smirky, smarmy, devilishly scary smile tells me she’s about to cause trouble.
Not forgetting that there’s a large toy in my ass, I try to avoid the response she’s looking for. Moving towards my jogging pants I left on the couch, I try to hide my ass from her. The tight feeling is making it hard to move, but I won’t let on. Sticking the joggers on o
ne leg at a time, the toy makes me giggle. Trying to keep it in, I mask it with a cough.
“What remote?”
Hands on her hips, she points to the remote on the table. “Ha-ha. Funny man. I know what an A&E remote looks like.”
Tyler snickers as he comes back from washing up in the bathroom. “Do you have stocks in the store? I wouldn’t know the difference if you asked.”
“Oh, she knows the difference between cheap and good toys.”
“And I’m sure you know I can castrate you from fifty feet away with a spoon if necessary,” Carli snarls, and I laugh.
“You’re right, Chris. She’s as fun as Julia,” Tyler states as he grabs a seat at the table, the one we just shoved to the side during our interlude.
“She’ll gut you just as quick too.” She narrows her eyes. I swear she might grab up that remote just to prove a point.
Raising my hands in defeat, I deflect her from the toy still positioned in my body, even if it is causing me to grow again at the thought of it there. “Are you going to stay out at the house for a few days?”
Taking the hint, thankfully, Carli answers. “Yeah. We don’t have to head back to help my sisters until Friday. I couldn’t handle any more of the lovey-dovey from Casper and Circe. We were choking on it. So I’m stealing away to your house for a few days.”
“Sounds good. I’ll get the staff out to do a shop. Maybe we can go out for dinner or lunch before you head out?”
“Yeah, sounds good.” She starts for the door. “It was nice to meet you, Tyler. And just a bit of a heads-up on our boy here. I’ve never seen him as anything other than the receiver. Count yourself special, mister.”
“Carli,” I grumble. Damn woman is incorrigible.
“Love you, manwhore.” Now that I’m semi-dressed, she steps up for a quick hug before exiting. “He’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“And so are you,” I tell her.
Stepping away with a wink, she calls out over her shoulder to Tyler. “Ask him about the boa incident. That answer, if given to me, will guarantee our friendship.” I don’t have to turn to know he’s questioning her last statement.
Closing the door and turning, I see him leaning on the couch with a mile-wide grin. With his legs crossed at the ankles, Tyler asks, “Boa?”
Shaking my head, I smile. “She’ll be the death of me someday.”
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
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