Darkly (Follow Me 4)

I stand in my white shirt, tie still knotted but loosened, pants, and glossy black leather oxfords. I don’t plan on undressing anytime soon, even though my cock has other plans and really wants to be free.

“Take off your clothes,” I say, “slowly.”

Will she obey?

I swallow as I wait to find out.

Then she begins to unbutton her blouse.

I warm all over, and I’m abruptly aware of the thumping of my heart.

One button. Two buttons. Three—

Was slowly my idea? Big mistake.

I yank the shirttail out from her jeans and finish the job by ripping the two halves apart. Buttons fly, one pinging the wardrobe door but most of them falling quietly onto the plush ivory carpeting.

“Couldn’t wait,” I say huskily.

Her nipples press against the lace of her bra.

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.”