Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Again and again, I invade her pussy with my harsh thrusts.
Each time, she gloves me more completely, swallows my cock more generously.
Until I can’t wait any longer.
I lean down, cover her body with mine, and kiss those beautiful lips, still thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, and giving her the jolt against her clit that she needs.
And that’s all it takes.
Her pussy contracts, pulsating against my plunging cock. Moans emerge from her throat.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Give it to me. Give it all to me. It’s mine.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust—
“God, yes! So tight, baby. So good.”
All mine. That orgasm is all mine.
My cock is so deep inside her, and still she quivers around me. I give one last strong thrust and release into her hot pussy.
I pulse, pulse, pulse, as she continues to come, milking every last ounce of semen from my dick.
Fuck.
Even I can’t believe how good it is.
When my cock finally calms down, I pull out, roll off her, and remove the blindfold.
“You can speak now and move your hands.”
But she has no words.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I can’t help a glint in my eye. “Have I truly rendered you speechless? Seems unbelievable.” I’m on my side, my head propped on my hand. I stare down at Skye.
She reaches forward and pushes a stray hair over my forehead. “What do you want me to say?”
“You can start with, ‘Wow, Braden. You rocked my world.’”
I laugh. “Isn’t that pretty obvious?”
“See what happens when you give in to me?”
She smiles but says nothing.
Already, I know why. She thinks she’s still in control, and in a way, she’s right.
Submissives don’t realize how much control they truly wield.
She did what she had to do to make sure she climaxed. I can’t blame her for that. I wanted that climax from her as much as she did, but I was willing to put it off if she disobeyed me.
She wasn’t.
I know your secret, Skye Manning.
But for now, I’ll keep that knowledge to myself.
Finally, she speaks. “It was amazing.”
I kiss her lips softly. “Go to sleep.”
Something jars me then, as I dispose of the condom quickly and lie down beside her.
I’m feeling…content. Content to be sleeping next to Skye in my bed.
I lie back and close my eyes, and I wonder…
Why do I like this feeling so much?
…
I’m up at dawn the next morning, and still strangely content to see a sleeping Skye, naked and gorgeous, next to me. I kiss her chastely on the forehead and rise, take a shower as quietly as I can, dress in jeans and a T-shirt, and pad barefoot to the kitchen.
Marilyn isn’t up yet, so I start the coffee and fire up my iPad to check the morning news and then my email.
A half hour later, Marilyn appears, her hair—which I can’t decide if it’s blond or brown, depending on the day—knotted on her head. She’s the only one on my personal staff to commute. The others have private bedrooms on the third floor of my penthouse.
“Good morning,” she says cheerfully. “Was I supposed to be in earlier this morning?”
“No, you’re right on time.”
“Oh, good. What can I make for your breakfast this morning, Mr. B?”
“Bacon and eggs, I think. And toast. Lots of toast.” After last night, I need to do some carb loading.
“You got it.” She opens the refrigerator and grabs eggs and bacon.
While Marilyn lays strips of bacon in her large cast-iron skillet, I peruse my email. Mostly good news, though I’m going to have to travel to New York again this week. Normally I don’t mind travel, but Skye…
I wipe the thought from my mind. Skye is not an issue. Work goes on as scheduled. I’ve never changed my plans for a woman, and I’m not about to start now.
I’m knee-deep in the middle of looking over a résumé for a new marketing manager when a soft “ahem” drifts to my ears.
I look up.
And suppress the urge to gasp as my cock reacts to the sight of Skye—wearing one of my white button-down shirts. It hangs on her, leaving her entire body to the imagination.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I hold back a groan as I turn toward her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replies.
“Coffee?”
“Absolutely. Thank you.” She walks in and takes a seat next to me.
Marilyn turns away from the stove and eyes her. “Good morning. I’m Marilyn.”
“Hi,” Skye squeaks out.
“How do you take your coffee?” Marilyn asks.
“Black.”
A moment later, she slides a cup of steaming black coffee in front of Skye.
I turn to her. “Hungry?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Are you sure? Marilyn always makes enough to feed a small army.”
“That’s because you have the appetite of a small army.” Marilyn smiles and sets a full plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me. “Sure I can’t get you anything?”
“No.” Skye takes a sip of coffee and then sets the cup down quickly, spilling a few drops on the marble counter. “Sorry,” she mumbles.