Darkly (Follow Me 4)
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My own words ignite the embers burning deep within me. She zeroes in on my still-clothed crotch. My erection is more than apparent.
“You want me,” she says.
“Of course I do. I’m not made of clay. I’m a man, baby, and any man who lays eyes on you wants you.”
I burn her with my gaze. She’s so young—and so innocent in so many ways—but damn, I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want Skye.
She clears her throat. “Is my punishment over?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Meaning…?”
“Meaning…are you ready to give up control?” I gesture for her not to respond yet. “Before you answer, know this. I want to fuck you. I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time. I think I’ve made that abundantly clear.”
She nods.
“I will fuck you tonight,” I say. “The only question is whether you get a climax.”
“But if you fuck me—”
I quiet her with a touch of my fingers to her lips. “Trust me. I can still fuck you and keep you from coming.”
I’m a master at bringing a woman to the edge and then denying her an orgasm. It’s a punishment much more effective than any flogging or binding. I love when a woman comes for me, but I will withhold it to exert my power.
And Skye is determined to resist my power.
“Do you want to come tonight, baby?”
She nods.
“Tell me. Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come tonight, Braden.”
I narrow my eyes but only slightly. “Then don’t disobey me again.”
She’s assessing me, trying to figure me out. She won’t. I haven’t even figured myself out. In the end, though, she won’t resist. She’ll come to my bed, and she’ll give me what I desire.
Her control.
She clears her throat. “Tell me what you want, Braden.”
“I want to fuck you into next week.”
She curves those delectable lips into a teasing smile. “You’re in luck. I’ve got all next week open.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
I grab the silk blindfold and tie it over her eyes again. “No talking, Skye. Understand?”
“I have a question first.”
My God, she’ll be the death of me. “For God’s sake. What kind of question could you possibly have? No talking means no talking.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s a valid one, Braden. Can I sigh and moan? Groan?”