Page 63 of Villains Are Made


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Apollo moves his lips to my neck and kisses, sucks, and bites. With my arms still pinned above my head by his massive hand, I have no choice but to allow Apollo to do as he wishes.

I feel the sting of his teeth on my neck and mewl, trying to not focus on the fact that I stand completely naked before him once again.

He picks me up and carries me to his room—ourroom—before I can fully comprehend what is happening. I’m in his arms. His chest is flexing beneath me. I can hear his heavy breathing, thick with desire. I can smell his intoxicating scent. My head spins; I am consumed with lust, drunk with passion.

Before I can regain composure, he throws me down onto his bed. I see him grab a black satin ribbon from a bedside table. I wonder what other wicked items he has inside that table. He grabs one hand and ties it to the bedpost, and then he does the same with the other. I have never been tied, never been defenseless by a simple ribbon. I tug to see if I can escape, pull to see if this is for real. With a mixture of fear and desire, I allow myself to trust Apollo, but at the same time, take delight in the sizzle of fear that courses through my veins. I am helpless. There is nothing I can do to fight him off. I can’t stop what will happen next. And yet, even as my heart skips, I love the feeling. The complete abandon. Knowing he is now fully in control.

He stands before me and takes off all of his clothes in the same rush and fury that has landed me naked and tied to his bed. His ripped, tight body stands before me in all its glory. With hungry eyes, he stares down at my body stretched out on his bed and seductively smiles.

“I plan to make this a habit of my day. To feed my hunger.”

I smile. “We must keep that appetite satiated.”

“It’s now your job.”

“I plan to be an overachieving employee,” I tease back.

Apollo reaches for more ribbon, grabs one of my legs, and ties one ankle to the bedpost and then secures the other, spreading me wide open. In mere moments, I find myself sprawled out on the bed, in Apollo’s control. I try to move, try to test the strength of the bonds. A shiver runs down my spine when I can’t move. I am his. Yes, I am his.

“Apollo…” I moan.

He kisses one breast and then the other. He sucks each nipple, slightly nipping with his teeth. I gasp. I moan. I have never been restricted before and am not able to hold on to someone during sex. The feeling of being defenseless is terrifying but electrifying at the same time.

“Please. I want to hold you,” I beg. The need to touch his skin consumes me.

Ignoring my plea, he continues his descent down my abdomen with kisses. He reaches his final destination, his lips caressing every ounce of flesh, licking my entire mound until I’m desperate for more. I am dying to feel his tongue delve into me. I want to feel the invasion, the penetration. The man has a way of intensifying every emotion and sensation in my body. I need him. I hunger for him. I crave everything about him. Yet, I know the ultimate power is his, and he will lead this delicious dance as he sees fit.

“Apollo!” I scream when his tongue connects with my clit. A surge of sensation steals my breath. “I want you,” I plead as I test the ties again. I’m aching to touch, desperate to have some control back.

My body frantically searches for release any way that I can as I shamelessly grind my pussy against his face and mouth. I need to come. God, I hope he’ll make me come. But I need more than his mouth. I need his cock in me, and just as I’m about to demand he fuck me, he moves away from my needy cunt and lowers his body on top of mine. I try to reach for him. I try to embrace his body. But the constraints of the ties hold me in place.

“Untie me,” I beg.

He simply shakes his head and slowly eases his way in between my legs. As his cock spreads me wide, he captures my gaze and never releases it. He stares deep into my eyes, linking our souls, connecting our energy.

He presses deeper with every gasp from me, as if my sounds of pleasure fuel the energy and desire inside of him.

I moan.

He presses on.

I cry out.

He fucks me harder.

His own moans become my soundtrack to the most amazing sex of my life.

Apollo pushes deep within and suddenly stops. Without either of our bodies moving, I feel nothing more than Apollo rooted within me. Taking the moment of stillness does something to me. I feel a connection and closeness I didn’t know possible. I look into his eyes and just smile. It begins with just my lips, but staring into Apollo’s face, I know my pleasure is reflected in his eyes.

“I’m yours,” I admit freely.

“I wanted nothing more than to hear those words.”

“Untie me. Let me show you how much I’m yours. Let me prove how much I want to belong to you,” I whisper.

Apollo touches his lips to mine, pulls his cock out of me, and then slowly unties one hand and then the other. He takes his time and after each bond is removed, he kisses and licks the reddened area to soothe the sting. I didn’t realize how much I fought against the restraints until he does so.

Once all the ties are removed, I crawl into his lap, press my lips to his neck, and take the moment to be held and feel protected. I enjoy the soft, the calm… The love. I move my lips to his and kiss him until I feel that our lips have melted together. His breath is mine, my breath is his. I feel his tongue lightly move along, his hands caress, we embrace.

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