Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She shakes her head against the desk.
“It’s taboo,” I say. “Forbidden. And that’s why I crave it. I love the forbidden, Skye.”
She trembles.
“Are you…frightened?”
She shakes her head.
“I will never force you to do anything,” I say.
She opens her mouth, but then she closes it abruptly. I haven’t told her she can speak.
“Good girl,” I say.
I push my tongue against her asshole once more while I thrust two fingers inside her pussy. I love the feel of her, of being inside her, of penetrating her.
“You have an amazing pussy,” I say. “I can’t get enough of it. Your intoxicating flavor, the softness, the pinkish purple color. And God, the wetness. It’s all so beautiful.”
I revel in the way her body responds to me—soft sighs, guttural groans, the sweet sway of her hips as I work her pussy.
I could lick her, finger fuck her forever, and never tire of making her feel amazing.
And I’m sure tempted.
But I stop. I abruptly stop, withdrawing my fingers and standing.
A weak whimper leaves Skye’s throat.
But she doesn’t speak. She stays obedient.
I quickly remove my shoes, pants, and underwear.
My cock is erect and ready. So ready.
I plunge inside her, pumping, pumping, pumping… Taking her. I push hard, thrust harder—
Her moans become more pronounced, and I see what’s happening. My harsh thrusts are causing her clit to rub into the desk.
I can’t have that.
I grip her hips and pull her forward. No climax for her tonight. Not after what she pulled today.
With every whimper and moan that slides out of her, I want to say the words.
Profess my love to her.
Give her the orgasm she desires.
But I stay firm in my convictions, and I thrust harder, harder, harder—
Until I release, falling onto her bare back and groaning. A drop of sweat trickles down my forehead.
I hold myself in place for a moment, inside her, one with her. I allow myself a moment to enjoy the pure peace that flows through me.
When I withdraw, I caress both globes of her ass. I didn’t say anything during the fuck, but I can’t help but say something now.
“Every time with you is better than the last, Skye. Every damned time.”
She nods. I still haven’t given her permission to speak.
“I have so many plans for us. Now that you’ve given me control in the darkness. But I also need your trust.”
She doesn’t speak, of course. She will obey me, because for her, it’s another form of control. She’s controlling herself.
“I never planned to fall in love,” I say after a minute. “I don’t have time for love, Skye. I probably won’t be the kind of boyfriend you need or deserve. And of course, marriage is always out of the question.”
Absolutely out of the question, after what I saw in my parents’ marriage. Skye and I haven’t talked about marriage, of course, but even now I remain firm on that stance. I love her, and I want to be with her always.
But I won’t marry her.
I can’t do that to her.
“You may get dressed now,” I say as I stand.
She rises from her position on the desk.
Her bustier is a useless piece of leather now. But she dons the rest of her clothes.
She still doesn’t say a word.
Good. Will she continue to obey?
That’s what I’m going to find out.
“I’m exhausted, and I have an early meeting in the morning. Good night, Skye.” I leave the office, closing the door behind me.
I can’t help a grin at the situation I’ve created.
She has three choices.
She doesn’t have a car here, so to go home, she’ll have to ask Christopher for a ride or call a cab or an Uber.
All of which will require her to speak at some point.
She can join me in my bedroom and try not to speak there, but I’m guessing, after she considers each choice—and realizes she won’t be able to keep quiet with me because of the situation I’ve put her in—she’ll go with the third.
She’ll spend the night in her new bedroom on the second level. There, she won’t have to speak to anyone.
When, through the intercom, I hear her going up the stairs, I know she’s figured it out.
Smart woman, my Skye.
We may work out after all.
Chapter Eight
My alarm blares at three a.m.
Ugh. This is early, even for me. I have an eight o’clock meeting in L.A., but that’s eleven Boston time. A five-hour flight sucks, and because my jet has scheduled maintenance, I have to fly commercial. Christopher will take me to the airport in an hour, and I’ll be home late this afternoon. Ben offered to take this meeting for me, and I wish I’d let him, but it’s too late now.
First things first. I wrap myself in a robe, grab a black velvet jewelry box and a small pad of white paper.
I scribble a note.
Nice work, Skye. You may speak now. I hope you like your gift. Braden