Darkly (Follow Me 4)

But I won’t let her jump.

I flick my thumb over her clit just enough to get her climbing, and then I plunge deeply inside her, embedding myself in her body and taking my own pleasure.

After only a few thrusts, I release inside her, groaning, cursing her name, and it feels amazing. Fucking amazing. Just as amazing is that I came so q

uickly—that my need for her is that profound.

I don’t feel one iota of guilt about her lack of orgasm. She deserves to be punished.

This doesn’t surprise me. What does surprise me is that my release is less potent.

Less potent because Skye wasn’t joining in it.

A first for me.

When I finally stop pulsing, I stay inside her for a moment, my eyes closed and my hands clamped onto her thighs.

I pull out then and open my eyes, determined not to allow my newfound revelation to change the course of the evening, the course of giving Skye the punishment she deserves.

She says nothing. Just lies there, looking beautiful but unsatisfied.

I don’t particularly like leaving a woman unsatisfied. Especially Skye.

No! I will not relent.

I pull up my pants and fasten them. “Have you eaten?” I ask nonchalantly.

She’s still naked from the waist down, her legs still spread, my semen seeping out of her. “Well…no. Not yet.”

“Get dressed. Marilyn is off this week, so I’ll order something.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

I make a quick call to a Thai place I love and order dinner. I’m pouring two Wild Turkeys at my bar when Skye appears, now fully clothed, her ponytail no longer mussed.

She’s beautiful, but I like her mussed. By me.

“There you are,” I say. “I ordered Thai food.”

She nods. “Sounds delicious.”

I hand her a glass. “Wild Turkey goes great with Thai.”

She smiles. “Wild Turkey goes great with everything.” She takes a sip.

I take a sip as well, enjoying the subtly harsh smokiness on my tongue. I let it trickle down my throat slowly.

The silence grows in the room.

“Braden?” Skye finally says.

“Hmm?”

“I’m…really sorry about…you know.”

“We don’t have to talk about that.” She doesn’t know how much I mean the words. She did it. I punished her.

Now it’s over.