Darkly (Follow Me 4)

Chapter Forty-Two

She eyes the door.

“No, it’s not locked,” I say.

She parts her lips, and God, it takes every ounce of my resolve not to rip the offending garments off her. She’s nervous, and for good reason. She’s thinking someone—anyone—could walk in. Though I’m tempted to let her wonder—

“No one will interrupt us. They know the penalty for entering without knocking.” I finger the soft silk of my tie. “I’ve never bound your wrists before.”

She shakes her head.

“Are you ready?”

She nods.

“Take off your clothes, Skye,” I say again.

She trembles as she obeys, and with each item she peels off her body, I get to see more and more of her soft flesh—that soft flesh that drives me wild, makes me want to kiss her and spank her and, God help me, feel things I have no business feeling.

Finally, she stands, naked, her clothes folded neatly over the back of a chair.

“Now hold your wrists out,” I say. “Together.”

She does, and I wrap my tie tightly around them and secure it with a knot.

She gapes at me. I don’t need to ask if she’s ever been bound by anyone else. I already know the answer. It’s written in her eyes. They’re full of an intoxicating combination of trepidation and desire.

Her wrists are bound. She can still walk, still touch, but she doesn’t, even though I haven’t given her any orders to the contrary.

“You look beautiful, Skye.”

She smiles, her gorgeous lips trembling.

“Bound for my pleasure,” I say.

Naked. Skye naked in my office, her wrists secured with my necktie. I’m about to fuck her here, leave her mark in this room.

“Walk to the window, Skye, and face it. Hands above your head.”

She obeys, pressing her bare breasts against the glass, her bound wrists resting on the pane above her.

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my zipper. My cock springs out, hard and ready.

I stand behind her and push into her. Then I grasp her bound wrists, raise them, and hold them clamped against the window. “Don’t move,” I whisper against her ear.

In one quick thrust, I’m inside her. I clench my teeth, letting the walls of her pussy suck around me. Fucking paradise.

She cries out.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take it. Take all of me.” I pull out and then push back in.

Her cheek and breasts are crushed against the glass. What a lovely picture she must make, her tits smashed—if only she were visible to outside viewers. The idea makes me hot. I keep my hand clamped onto her bound wrists, rendering her immobile.

With my other hand, I grip her hip as I fuck her. “Good girl. Don’t move. Let me take what’s mine.”

It’s a hard and primal fuck. No kisses to her neck, no nibbles on her ear. Just a raw taking. What I need at this moment. She barged into my office with a contract she could have emailed. Interrupted my day. I remember this as I fuck her against my window.

“That’s it.” I pump faster. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”