Darkly (Follow Me 4)

“Oh.” Her cheeks redden. “You said for me to bring over some clothes and stuff.”

“And you assume we’ll be going to my place?”

“Yes,” she says boldly.

“You assume correctly.” I stare at her, the nipple clamps burning in my pocket. I need to put them on her now, before we leave. “Remove the top of your dress.”

She slips one strap over her shoulder, slowly. I suck in a breath. She slides the other strap over her shoulder and urges the fabric downward. The only thing standing between her breasts and me is a strapless bra.

We stand there, gazes locked, until— “Fuck it.” I crush my lips to hers.

Her lips are already parted, and I thrust my tongue between them. Fucking bra. Between those gorgeous tits and my fingers. I unclasp it deftly and toss it to the floor. Then I cup her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples as I deepen the kiss. Our mouths are one, giving, taking, licking, kissing. She reaches downward, toward my crotch, and grasps the bulge beneath my slacks.

Fuck the gala. Fuck the gala. Fuck the gala.

I groan into her, a low, melodic hum like the beginning of a rolling clap of thunder.

She arches, grinds into my thigh, still holding my clothed erection—

I break the kiss and inhale sharply. “Damn, Skye.”

So easy. So easy to lift her in my arms, carry her to the bed. Pound her into next week.

But all my plans for tonight. I can’t do them here.

And the gala…

I’m expected there…

And the nipple clamps.

I pull the chain from my pocket. “Your tits are so beautiful, your nipples so hard. God, I want to suck and bite them until you can’t stand it.”

“Go ahead,” she says boldly.

Every ounce of strength I possess is required not to do as she asks.

“Later. For now…” I position one of the clamps around a nipple.

She jerks.

“Easy,” I say. “This won’t hurt.”

“It won’t?”

“Not unless you want it to.”

I tighten the tiny screw slowly, squeezing her nipple, all the while a phantom hand tightens around my cock.

“Good?”

She nods, her lips parted.

“You look incredible right now,” I say. “So fucking sexy.”

My words are just words. “So fucking sexy” doesn’t begin to describe Skye’s newly bejeweled nipple. Once I clamp the other, just a flick of the chain will send her reeling.

I’ll control her sensations all evening.