Darkly (Follow Me)

by HELEN HARDT

  Nice. She likes it when I take charge. When I get rough.

  I flick one nipple over the fabric. Time to see more of her gorgeous flesh. “Take it off,” I growl. “I want to see those tits.”

  Again, she obeys. Damn. She fucking obeys.

  This is going to work between us. Sweet Skye Manning, who’s focused and prepared and always in charge, is going to submit to me.

  Fuck.

  She unclasps her bra slowly, eases her arms out, and lets it fall to the floor at her feet. Her ample breasts fall gently against her chest.

  They’re even more beautiful than I imagined. A C cup, I’m guessing, and perfectly round and taut, her nipples pinkish-brown buds against larger-than-average areolas.

  I lower my eyelids and groan. My tie isn’t binding, but it’s too much now. I need freedom from any restriction around my neck, freedom to enjoy the rest of Skye’s striptease. I remove the tie and toss it on the floor. Then I unbutton the first two buttons of my crisp white shirt. Yes, freedom. I inhale deeply, resolving to soothe my pounding heart.

  I’m in deep with this one. Too fucking deep. I know this already, but I have no intention of stopping. My cock aches, and I desperately need release.

  But first, those tits. Are they as soft as they appear? As lovely to the touch as they are to my eyes?

  I reach toward her, and she shivers as I cup her breasts.

  Damn. Twice as good to the touch. They’re perfectly round in my palms, soft as satin.

  “Beautiful,” I murmur and thumb both her nipples.

  She sighs softly.

  “Do you like your nipples sucked? Or pinched?”

  “All of the above,” she says.

  “Oh, baby. We’re going to get along just fine.” I twist her nipples just hard enough to make her groan. “You like that?”

  She closes her eyes. “Mm-hmm.”

  “Say yes, Skye. Always say yes. I need to hear the word.”

  “Yes. I like that, Braden.”

  My cock jerks at the caress of my name on her lips—those gorgeous lips and that hypnotic voice. I want to hear it again and again, like a soft symphony playing in the background of my mind.

  “Your voice is sexy. I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”

  “Braden.”

  “Again.”

  “Braden.”

  I close my eyes and imagine what’s to come. Then I open them and meet her gaze.

  “Now, tell me what we’re going to do here tonight.”

  “You’re going to fuck me, Braden.”

  “Yes, I’m going to fuck you.”

  She’s standing in front of me, her sandals and jeans still on, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard and ready.

  “You say you like your nipples pinched.”

  “Yes,” she says on a soft sigh.

  “What else do you like?”

  “Whatever you want to do to me.”

  The words seem to fall off her tongue with no thought or effort.

  Just as I hoped.

  “Take off the rest of your clothes, Skye.”

  “Are you going to take yours off?”

  “Does it matter?”

  She opens her mouth to respond, but I stop her with a gesture.

  “Undress.”

  She swallows, kicks off her sandals, and then unsnaps and unzips her jeans. She slowly lowers them over her hips and peels them off her legs until she’s standing only in her panties.

  Her body is long and lean, her tummy a delicious curve. I resist the urge to gawk at her like an adolescent, but man, she makes me feel like I’m untried.

  It’s uncomfortable.

  And extremely erotic.

  “Keep going,” I say.

  She wiggles out of the panties and kicks them a few feet away, next to my tie. Her mound is stubbled with a few days’ growth of dark hair, and her pink pussy peeks out at the apex of the triangle. I lick my lips in anticipation.

  “Very nice.” I inhale, breathing in her musky scent. The sweetest perfume. “I can smell you. You’re ripe. Wet. Aren’t you?”

  She bites her lower lip. “Mm-hmm.”

  “What did I tell you?” I say sternly. “About using the word?”

  “Yes. Yes, I’m wet.”

  “Who are you wet for, Skye?”

  She clears her throat. “For you. I’m wet for you, Braden.”

  I grab her then and crush our mouths together. Her tongue wanders out to meet mine in another raw kiss. I slide my lips against hers as I plunder her mouth.

  I trail one hand over her shoulder to her chest, cupping a breast and pinching a nipple. She inhales sharply, breaking our kiss just slightly. Then I travel downward with my hand, over her belly, and touch her clit gently.

  “Oh!”

  I swirl the tip of my finger over her clit again, and then I tweak it. Hard. She groans, and I move lower to slide my fingers through her folds.

  Slick, wet, and silky. God, paradise.

  I can’t fucking wait.

  This time, I break the kiss. “So wet,” I growl in her ear. “I’m going to drive my cock into you, Skye. I’m going to drive so far into you that you’ll be sore tomorrow. Every time you move, you’ll think of me inside you, taking you, fucking you. You’ll know I was here.”

  Chapter Nine

  I slide a finger deeper into her heat.

  She inhales sharply.

  Heaven. Pure heaven. She’s going to be perfect around my cock. “God, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  For the moment, though, my finger is at home like it’s never been before. I slide it in farther, probing the anterior of her wall, searching for her G-spot. It’s different in every woman, and when she sighs softly, I know I’ve found it. I massage it lightly. Just a touch. No need to send her over the edge yet. Despite my aching dick, I’ve learned not to rush these things. A ripe woman, like a fine wine, is best savored.

  I continue to finger fuck her, adding another while working her clit with my thumb. Her legs wobble, but I steady her, keeping her in the perfect position for the things I’m doing to her.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “God, yes,” she sighs. “So good.”

  I nip her earlobe with my teeth. “By the end of this night,” I whisper, “I promise this will be the least of what you remember.”

  Words I take to heart.

  Already, she’s so responsive to every touch, every feather of my fingers inside her. I’m so fucking hard, but first…

  I push her down on the bed, move to spread her legs, kneel down, and close my eyes.

  “I need to taste you.”

  I slide my tongue over her clit, finally sampling her juices that have consumed me since I first inhaled after our kiss at the door. That intoxicating mixture of tangy and sweet, with an extra zest that is Skye’s alone—like a hard peach cider. So delicious.

  I lap at her, licking the wetness from her inner thighs and then shoving my tongue into her heat.

  “God, you taste good,” I say against her thigh.

  She raises her head and looks at me between her legs. “Are you ever going to undress?”

  “In time,” I say. “But if you ask again, I won’t.”

  No time like the present to let her know who’s in charge here.

  I am.

  No one else.

  And a quick, hard fuck will prove it better than any words can. I’ll savor her later.

  With a brisk move, I flip her over so she’s lying facedown, her legs hanging off the bed. I pin her in position. “Don’t you dare move.”

  I fumble with my belt, my zipper. Then I remember… A condom. A fucking condom. God, how I wish I could experience her unsheathed, cock to pussy with no barrier.

  I grab
the foil packet out of my pocket, rip it open, push my pants and boxer briefs over my hips to mid-thigh, and sheath myself as quickly as I can.

  She looks over her shoulder—

  I push her back down harshly. “I said don’t fucking move!” Then I groan as I position myself and plunge deep into her. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Fuck. Yeah. Nothing poetic about those words, but they say what my whole body feels. She’s tight and snug, warm and perfect against me, and for a moment, I wish I didn’t need the rubber. That’s how perfect she feels, how much I want her, and I know it would be ten times better with no barrier between us.

  But I know better. I’m always careful. For now, though, I lean down, trapping her under me to give her a slight taste of the control I expect in the bedroom. “Don’t move, Skye. I’ll stop if you do. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  I suck her earlobe between my teeth. “You’re so damned tight. Fuck, you feel good.”

  I rise slightly, still inside her, and plant my hands on her shoulders—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that she can’t move. She’s trapped, at my mercy.

  Exactly as I want her.

  Completely under my spell.

  I pull back and thrust into her again, relishing how well she grips me. How her body encases mine. I close my eyes then and surrender to the feelings in my body. Sparks ignite between us—sparks that are new to me. Slightly disconcerting, even, but that thought is fleeting. I open my eyes, fully expecting to see a visible current between us.

  I plunge in and out of her, slowly at first and then increasing my speed. My shirt brushes her lower back as I push back inside her, her walls gripping me and turning me inside out.

  She grasps the comforter in her fists, still immobile, as I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. She tightens around me, and I know she’s getting close to orgasm. The thought enthralls me.

  I want this to last… To last…

  But already my balls have tightened, and my time’s up.

  “I’m going to come.” I thrust and thrust and thrust, each time her pussy grasping me more tightly, more perfectly. “Come with me, baby. Come with me.”

  My words are a command—one I know already she’ll obey.

  “Oh my God!” she cries.

  And that’s all it takes for me. I burst, shoving into her so hard as my seed shoots from my balls through my cock and outward. Every cell in my body seems to pound in time with my heartbeat. Skye pulses in time with me, each stroke, as I finish inside her.

  Chapter Ten

  Skye’s eyes are heavy-lidded, dreamily satisfied yet with a touch of surprise. Shock, even. Yes, she just climaxed, but I know that look. I’ve seen it before.

  This was her first orgasm. Ever.

  I resist the urge to smile smugly. This isn’t the first time I’ve granted a woman her first orgasm. Will it be the last?

  The fact that I’m even thinking that question disturbs me more than a little.

  I’m not done, not by a long shot. After disposing of the condom, I undress. Quickly. Really quickly. So quickly I actually surprise myself.

  Skye gasps.

  She stares into my eyes and then drops her gaze to my semi-erect cock sans condom.

  “Move to the head of the bed,” I say. “Lie on your back and grab two of the rungs of the headboard.”

  She widens her eyes and continues staring at me. Will she obey?

  “Now, Skye.” My voice is firm.

  She hastily scoots backward as I demand, rests her head on one of the pillows, and grabs the headboard.

  “I’m not going to bind you,” I say.

  I almost never bind a woman the first time, unless she asks for it. I want to ease Skye into my world slowly. I don’t want to scare her. I want to entice her.

  Will she let her guard down? Will she relinquish her control to me?

  As if she’s testing me, she lets go of the headboard and meets my gaze, hers on fire.

  Yes, I expected this. Someone as focused and driven as Skye will resist. I won’t punish her for defying me.

  Not yet.

  “Grab the rungs,” I say calmly but darkly.

  “No, I won’t. You can’t tie me up.”

  “I think I just said I wasn’t going to.”

  “I—”

  “Grab the rungs, Skye. Now.”

  She grabs the rungs.

  Nice. I didn’t have to prod her. She obeyed my last command instantly. I warm inside. This will work. I’m determined.

  “Good,” I say and scoot on the bed so I’m straddling her, my cock dangling at her mouth. “Get me hard again. Use that sexy mouth of yours.”

  She parts her lips—God, she’s fucking hot—and slowly trails her tongue over the bottom one. I push my cock between her lips slowly, letting her go at her own pace. When I hit the back of her throat, I’m only a little over halfway in. She lets go of one rung—

  “Don’t let go!” I say through clenched teeth.

  She quickly re-grabs the rung.

  Nicely done, Skye. Mental binding is the ultimate test of submission. After tonight, I’ll know if she fits in my world. Full introduction takes time, and with Skye Manning, I’m suddenly willing to invest all kinds of time.

  I want her that badly.

  I still move in and out of her mouth slowly. My erection has returned in full force. I could stay in her mouth forever—that’s how good it feels. That’s how much I love watching my cock slide between those sexy lips, feeling the soft pressure, the warm wetness. A good blow job will suck the life force out of a man, bring him to his knees. It’s a fucking art. Skye may not be the most experienced, but my God, she makes up for it in enthusiasm.

  She worships my cock with her mouth.

  And it’s driving me wild.

  So wild that I must stop, or I’ll shoot down her throat.

  And that’s not my plan. Not yet.

  First a little worship of my own.

  I remove my cock from her mouth and ease down her body. “Your tits are perfect,” I say, and then I suck one between my lips while lightly pinching the other.

  Goose bumps erupt on her flesh.

  I suck, nibble, bite.

  Her beautiful tits are swollen, pink, nipples hard and taut—their texture like silk over a rigid pencil eraser. Each nibble inches its way straight to my dick. She’s so responsive, writhing and grinding under me. This woman loves to have her tits sucked, pinched, bitten.

  I can’t wait to get nipple clamps on her.

  The muscles in her arms go rigid. She wants to let go of the headboard. She’s dying to let go. But she won’t. Already I know she won’t.

  Skye Manning is a perfectionist. Her control will be her undoing, because her control requires perfection. I told her not to let go, so she won’t. To do so would be to fail. Skye won’t fail. I don’t know how I know this about her so soon, but I do. It’s written in every soft groan she makes, every tightening of her hands on the rungs.

  And I find that beautiful.

  “You’re beautiful,” I say after releasing her nipple. I move down her body, raining soft kisses on her belly and then her vulva. “I want to eat you again, but damn, I need to get inside that hot pussy. Fuck.” I move from the bed and return with a condom.

  “Let me do that,” she says.

  Her offer is tempting, but perfectionist or not, she still has much to learn about being in my bed.

  I meet her gaze, my teeth clenched. “Don’t you fucking move.”

  “Braden, I want to—”

  “I said don’t move!”

  She inhales sharply and looks up.

  “I’m going to fuck you again, Skye, and this time, I’m going deep.”

  God, so deep.

  I put the condom on and maneuver her
legs over my shoulders, opening her.

  Then I thrust in.

  She bites her lip as I tunnel all the way into her body. So tight and so welcoming. I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of her suction around me.

  “That’s good,” I grit out. “Sweet pussy. Sweet Skye.”

  Her shoulders are creamy, her lips glistening. I long to lower my head, kiss her mouth, her cheeks, her neck.

  But that would require me to shift angles, and I don’t want to lose the depth I’m getting. God, she feels good around me. So fucking good.

  Though I can tell she wants to, she doesn’t let go of the rungs.

  She watches me, gazes into my eyes, and her pussy responds. Already I feel her walls clenching, her climax imminent.

  “God, Braden!”

  She grasps the rungs with white knuckles as I pound into her, grazing her clit, my balls slapping against her ass.

  She moans.

  She screams.

  “That’s it, baby. Come. Come all over me. Come for me. Only me.”

  I fuck her harder and harder.

  She pulses around me, and a tingling intensity builds in my balls. I’m ready again.

  “Fuck. Skye. Yes!” I roar as I thrust deeply and come, our climaxes in perfect tandem.

  My God.

  I’m in deep. Again, both frightening and exhilarating.

  She meets my gaze.

  I roll off her onto my back, one arm across my eyes.

  Pure euphoria consumes me, and I lie immobile for several moments, trying to quiet the thoughts that jumble inside my mind. This first time was too good. Too damned good. Already I know I need more of her. The problem is—will I ever get enough?

  Finally, I move off the bed, stand, and throw the condom in the trash. Then I bend down, pick up my pants, and take my phone out of my pocket to text Christopher.

  Skye needs to leave. Now. I have a big day of meetings tomorrow. Important meetings. If she stays, I won’t get any sleep. I may not get any sleep anyway.

  “Going to Instagram this, too?”

  I regard her. Her eyes twinkle. She thinks she’s being funny. She has no idea I’m texting my driver to get her out of here. I don’t want to do it. I want her to stay. I want to spend the entire night fucking her into next week.

  But I can’t. Already I know it’s too dangerous.