Darkly (Follow Me 4)

I raise my eyebrows. She’s learning more quickly than I anticipated.

She just gave me the perfect answer.

This sexual lifestyle that I enjoy is about what I want. My partner has the ability to say no, in which case I won’t get what I want. But I choose what we do and how we do it. And if we’re in sync—and I believe Skye and I are well on the way to synchrony—what I want will be what she wants.

I sit down on the bed next to her and finger the notches on the rungs of the headboard. “Do you know what these are?”

“No.”

“I had this headboard specially designed. I have bindings that secure here and here, and same on the footboard. They’ll hold you in place, all four of your limbs, render you completely helpless, Skye. What if I want to do that to you? Tie you up spread-eagle and then have my way with you?”

She doesn’t hesitate at all. “Then I want you to.”

I stand, walk to my highboy, open a drawer, and pull out a riding crop. The leather is cool against my palm. Already my cock is straining. I hold it in Skye’s view. “What if I want to use this all over your body while you’re tied up?”

“I want you to do it.”

Fuck. Already I feel the crop coming down on her pink flesh, the burning pain it will inflict, the hot pleasure it will morph into.

I set the crop down and pick up the stainless steel butt plug. “This is the anal plug I used on your body while you were blindfolded. What if I want to put this in your ass and then fuck you?”

She clears her throat. “I want you to.”

Excellent. She’s not ready for anal yet, so I won’t go there tonight. But her response shows me she’s serious about letting me control her in the bedroom.

I set down the plug, pick up a spider gag, and hold it, already imagining it strapped around her head, forcing those beautiful lips open. “This is a spider gag, Skye. Do you know what it’s for?”

“No.” Her voice is breathy.

“It holds your mouth open so I can fuck it. What if I want to use this tonight?”

“Then I want you to.”

I narrow my gaze slightly. I don’t want to take her further than she’s truly ready to go. “Are you sure?”

“Braden,” she says, “let me be clear. I’m giving myself to you. I’m giving you the control you so desperately want. If you want to put a collar on me and lead me around on a leash like Sasha or Penny, do it. I’m yours.”

God, my cock is throbbing as I walk toward the bed. “For good this time? I get your control in this room?”

“Yes, Braden. I yield to you. I give up control.”

I groan, push her onto her back, lie on top of her, and dry-thrust my cock against her. “See how hard I am for you? See what you do to me? All these things I love to do, all these toys—I don’t even need them with you. All I need is your lush little body, your gorgeous parted lips, those luscious tits. Your control. But mostly I just need you, Skye. I can fuck you all damned night.”

She opens as I slide my lips against hers, push my tongue into her mouth. We’re still fully clothed, but I feel as though we’re already making love, our bodies already joined in that most intimate way. I deepen the kiss.

Emotion coils through me, beginning deep in my core and flashing outward.

I’m in love with her.

I’m in love with Skye.

How did this happen? How did she break through my barriers so quickly? So easily?

I break the kiss, gasp sharply, and give the chain between her breasts a hard yank. She arches her back. Then I grasp the fabric of her dress and rip it, tearing it from her body. So satisfying to rip the fabric, to bring her beautiful body into full view in such a powerful and animalistic way.

“Braden!”

“I already told you. I’ll have this dress remade as many times as it takes.”