I glide my hand from her hip and touch her clit gently. She gasps.
Then I pull on it…not so gently.
She explodes.
Quick as lightning, I withdraw and spin her to face me. I lift her, her ass pressing against the glass window.
“Put your arms around my neck,” I command.
She looks down at the binding, her lips parted and eyebrows raised.
“Do it!” I grit out.
She lifts both arms and rings them around my neck. She’s suspended now, flat against the window, her arms bound and around me. I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, my arms under her thighs like a makeshift swing. I’m holding all her weight, pushing her up and against the glass.
I charge into her, thrusting and thrusting.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Feels so good.”
“God, yes,” she says. “Please.”
I know what she’s after. She wants me to touch her clit. She wants another orgasm. I’m happy to give it to her, but I’ll do it my own way.
I lean into her, our chests touching, and rock my cock gently back and forth into her. It’s a deliciously erotic sensation for both of us, and little by little, she’s getting the clitoral stimulation she needs.
I rock and I rock and I rock, her tight pussy gripping my cock with each push and my pubic bone gently caressing her clit, until—
“Braden! I’m coming!”
“That’s it, baby.” I pull back slightly and plunge deep. I withdraw and then thrust.
A fuck. A good, hard fuck.
The orgasm rolls through her as her body releases. And I feel each contraction of her walls. Every. Single. One.
She shouts. She screams. She’s forgotten that Claire and others sit right outside this room.
Good. Very good. I don’t care, so why should she? She’s giving up control, and it spurs me on.
I shove my cock into her one last time, pulling another climax from her as I give in to my own.
Together we soar through the window and over the skyscrapers of Boston. I come hard—as hard as I ever have, maybe harder.
By fucking Skye Manning in my office against my window, her wrists bound in silk.
I’m not in the club. I haven’t bound her body, spanked her, flogged her—none of those things I thought were required for me to come so hard.
All I need is her.
Skye.
Giving her control to me.
I gaze out the window as I relish the high from my orgasm. The colors are so much more vivid. Downtown isn’t gray and brown. It’s silver and gold and bronze, the sun casting luminous rays over the buildings and down onto the cars and passersby below.
Then I look at beautiful Skye, her eyes closed, a contented smile on those beautiful lips. She’s still euphoric. Still in that dreamy haze.
When she finally opens her eyes, I withdraw, panting.