Chapter Four

His apartment looked like mine but was a little different. He had bookshelves lined one wall. He certainly wasn't lying about loving books.

The apartment smelt exactly like him.

"You can sit down." He nodded toward the couch. "You want tea?"

"You don't have to—"

"Tea or coffee?"

"Tea. Thank you."

I sat and looked around while he moved in the kitchen. I looked around the room till my eyes caught something odd.

There was a long dark rope placed on the edge of the bookshelf. I stared at it in awe. What was it for?

Nick came back with two mugs and sat in the chair across from me.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes." I wrapped both hands around the mug. "I'm sorry again."

"Stop apologizing." He looked at me. "You can take the guest room. It's yours as long as you need it." He leaned back and just stared at me. There's an awkward silence.

"So how long have you lived here?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"Three years." He responded.

"And you like it?"

"It's quiet. I like it here." He said. I study the tattoos on his arms. They were beautiful. I didn't fail to notice his washboard abs. My gaze goes lower and I gulp at the bulge in his pants. He was definitely big.

“How's the tea?” He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"It's delicious." I looked at the bookshelves again. "You have a lot of books."

"Would you like to take a look?” He stands up and I do the same, admiring his back tattoos.

I followed him to the shelf and he ran a finger along some of the books, explaining one of them. I was listening but I was also standing close enough to smell him and it was very distracting.

There was a thick rope on the shelf that made me curious.

"What's that?." I asked.

“A rope." He simply responded. Well no shit Sherlock.

I took the rope and examined it. It was long and really thick. Thick enough to bound a person.

I felt him behind me and I found the feeling of his warm body against mine enticing. I could smell the faint smell of soap on his skin.

“What’s it for?" I decided to ask.

"You're a writer. Use your imagination." I felt his hands on my hips as he caressed them.

“Show me.” I finally said.

He chuckled as he took the rope from my hands.

"Turn around." His voice was deep and authoritarian.

I turned around and he cupped my chin and made me look straight into his eyes.

Goddamn he was beautiful.

‎"You trust me?" He pressed my lower lips with his thumb and parted them slightly.

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‎I nodded and by this time I was so fucking wet. I needed this. "Yeah.”

He led me to the bookshelf and wrapped the rope around my wrist tightly but not too tight.

He took my other wrist and pulled my arms behind my back. I involuntarily pushed my chest forward. My nipples hardened instantly and the visible peaks made his gaze drop and linger.

I had never really been the kinky kind, all my previous lovers had been boring but deep down I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted this excitement. I wanted this man before me to do as he pleased.

"Nick..." I whispered, heart pounding. His look on his face was filled with lust and I felt a flutter in my stomach.

"Shh." He said as he removed my shirt, leaving me in my bra. He unhooked it like a pro, letting my breasts spill free.

I had perky breasts and I pushed my chest forward. I wanted his mouth on my nipples so badly. The fire down there needed to be quenched.

His mouth went down on one nipple and he sucked hard on it, grazing it with his teeth a little and I gasped at the sensation.

“More,” I begged. I wanted him to go harder. He chuckled at my desperation.

“Be patient. We're just getting started. I just know your panties are soaked now. I can smell your arousal.” He said.

I tugged at the ropes but they were tight. My juices trickled down as he moved to the other breast, licking and biting, his hands pulled my pants down roughly and my panties met the same treatment.

I was naked but my wrists were still bound, I stood there while he stripped, revealing a toned chest.

‎"Fuck," he muttered as he unbuckled his belt. "On your knees."

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‎Without hesitating, I went down on my knees. My pussy clenched as I felt the slickness already soaking through my panties. Oh God.

He unzipped then took off his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his cock. My eyes widened at his enormous erection.

“It's so big,” I whisper. I’d never seen a man's cock of this size before. It was thick and swelling. I could see the pre-cum on the head and my mouth watered at the sight.

He chuckled. “I'll wreck you tonight. Open.” He commanded.

I parted my lips eagerly. He pushed in slowly at first. His shaft hit the back of my throat, making me gag but he didn't stop as he gripped my hair with his free hand to hold me steady.

He fucked my mouth relentlessly, forcing me to take every inch. Saliva dripped down my chin and my eyes watered but the ache in my pussy grew with each thrust.

I wanted that cock in my pussy.

"That's it, swallow my cock," he growled, the sound of it making me wetter. He was hot against my tongue and I moaned at the fullness.

It lit my nerves on fire.

He fucked my face steady, his balls slapping my chin with wet smacks, drool stringing from my lips to his sack. "That's it, choke on my cock. Good girl."

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‎He let out a guttural groan and my clit throbbed because it felt neglected. It dripped onto the rug now and my thighs were slick with my cum. He used my mouth hard, pulling out only to slap his wet cock across my cheeks, smearing spit and pre-cum, before putting it back in.

“‎Enough," He yanked free and hauled me up.

He untied the rope then moved me to the couch and bent me over the arm of the couch, my cheek pressing into the cool leather. My ass and the glistening lips of my pussy were exposed and I could feel his gaze on me.

“You have the prettiest ass ever,” He said as he ran his large hands over my ass. I grinned. I'd never been told that before.

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‎Suddenly, he slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped in pain.

"Spread your legs," he growled. I could feel his cock nudging my asshole. My pain instantly turned into pleasure as I awaited it. My own arousal shamelessly trickled down.