He meets my gaze. “Yes, I have.”
His answer isn’t unexpected, but still it catches me off guard.
“Oh.”
His expression is unreadable. “Does that disappoint you?”
“Of course it disappoints me.” I keep myself from huffing like a jealous schoolgirl. He’s much older than I am. Of course he’s had sex with other women in his office. Why should that surprise me?
“You know you’re not my first fuck, Skye.”
“I know that. It’s just… Shit. I don’t know.”
“I just told you I’ve never fucked anyone in this home office.”
“I know. And I’ve totally ruined the moment, haven’t I?”
“No”—his voice darkens—“you haven’t.”
Chapter Seven
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he says, “and then bend over the desk. Don’t say a word.”
I don’t hesitate even for a millisecond. The jeans, shoes, and socks—the same ones I wore this afternoon in his business office—come off quickly.
Just the thought of that afternoon delight gets my body throbbing and ready.
Braden, of course, is still dressed. Seems to be his MO, and for some reason that I haven’t quite figured out, I like being naked while he’s still fully clothed. It sets my whole body on fire, forces my nipples to harden further, and makes my clit pulsate.
“You haven’t bent over the desk,” he reminds me.
I turn and obey him, leaning over the cool mahogany. Soon my body heat warms the wood.
“You look delectable,” he says. “Utterly delectable.”
Silk touches one of my wrists. He isn’t wearing a tie. Where did it come from? The thought flees in two seconds because I don’t care. He’s going to bind me again, which means I won’t be able to touch my clit. Am I still being punished?
“Braden…”
“Quiet,” he says. “From here on, you don’t speak again until I say you can.”
I nod and close my eyes, laying my head on the desk.
A few seconds pass, and then Braden’s warm body pushes against mine. He’s taken off his shirt, and the feel of his warm chest on my back soothes me. Makes me want him even more.
Then his warm fingertips slide over my shoulder, down my side, to my ass. He moves upward then, swirling his fingers over my ass cheeks and then between them.
“You realize this body belongs to me. All of it. Even this.” He pushes against my asshole.
I gasp sharply. He’s talked about anal sex before, in fact even used a butt plug on me, but not in my ass.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “We won’t go there tonight. Not until you’re ready.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief even as a wave of disappointment flows through me.
“I want you to relax, Skye. I’m going to eat your pussy now. I’m going to stick my face between your ass cheeks and lick every bit of sweetness out of you.”
Sounds perfect. I let out a low moan. Then his tongue is between my legs, and he’s lapping like a cat drinking cream. He licks my folds, seeming to deliberately ignore my clit, and then shoves his tongue inside me. A mini fuck with his mouth. My legs tremble, but my weight is on the desk, so they don’t falter.
I begin climbing the peak, knowing full well I won’t get to the top unless he lets me. Still, what he’s doing to me feels amazing. His warm tongue slides over my pussy, and then—
I gasp when he slides it over my ass.
I like it.
It’s different, and I like it. I know then that Braden will take me there someday. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday…and the idea thrills me.
His tongue leaves my flesh then, and I whimper at the loss. He replaces it with his finger, smoothing it along the crease between my ass cheeks.
“There’s something very special about anal sex, Skye. There’s the intimacy, of course, and the trust. Both of those things make it special, but there’s something else that goes beyond intimacy and trust. You know what that is?”
He hasn’t technically told me I can speak, so I simply try to shake my head against the hardness of the desk.
“It’s taboo,” he says. “Forbidden. And that’s why I crave it. I love the forbidden, Skye.”
I tremble, my cheek and chest sticking to the wood.
“Are you…frightened?”
I shake my head—as well as I can while it’s pressed against a desk—but I’m not convincing myself, which automatically means I’m not convincing Braden.
“I will never force you to do anything,” he says.
I open my mouth to tell him that I know that, but then I close it abruptly. He hasn’t told me I can speak.
“Good girl.”
His voice is warm now. I imagine him smiling.
He pushes his tongue against my asshole once more while he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy.
Damn. So close. I push my pelvis against the hard wood of his desk, desperately seeking some sort of stimulation for my clit.
To no avail.
Braden seems determined that I won’t come tonight. He’s also determined to keep driving me to the brink, to make me wild. It’s working. I’m ripe and hot and so ready to come. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to revel in the moment, to enjoy what he’s doing to my body without wishing for an orgasm.