He continues to slide his dick between my breasts, and I continue to flick my tongue over the tip with each thrust.
Then he thrusts upward harder, sliding the head of his cock between my lips. Now he’s fucking my mouth, and oh my God, I want him even more than ever. I need him inside me. But I can’t tell him because my mouth is full of his cock.
Thankfully, he seems to have the same idea. He takes his dick out of my mouth and pulls me up by my shoulders.
“Your jeans, Skye. Get those fucking jeans off. Now.”
I glance toward the door. Is it locked? Hell, I don’t care. I need Braden inside me, and I need him now.
Quickly I get rid of my offending shoes, socks, and jeans. He flips me around. “Put one knee up on the chair, Skye.”
I obey, and swiftly he thrusts his cock inside me.
I let out a slow groan. Everything. Everything and nothing all at once. Braden inside me is all I need right now, and I want him closer. I look over my shoulder and grab his tie, yanking him down toward me. I thrust my tongue between his lips. He fucks me as we kiss, groaning into my mouth.
My boobs dangle, slapping against my naked chest. He breaks the kiss then and grabs both of my tits, squeezing each nipple.
I’m so ready. But I need him to touch my clit.
Wait! I have two hands. I only need one to hold my weight on the chair. I reach downward to my vulva—
“No!”
I freeze. My body still throbs; my nipples still long for him to touch them.
“You don’t get to come today,” Braden says.
I bite my lower lip, moving my hand down again.
“I said no.” He grabs both of my hands behind me, holding them in one of his, and then he loosens his burgundy tie and takes it off his neck. He quickly binds my wrists together behind my back. “When I say no, Skye, I mean no.”
“You also said you wouldn’t take me in anger.”
For that comment, I get a swift smack on one butt cheek. The stinging warmth radiates to my pussy, making my clit throb even harder. Then he shoves his cock into me once more.
Every thrust makes me hotter. Every time he nips at my neck, I want more and more to jump off the peak. But I’m climbing, climbing, climbing…
He’s still angry. I can feel it in the way he sinks into me. He doesn’t play with my nipples anymore. He just fucks me.
“Damn it, Skye,” he says, his voice low in my ear. “Damn what you do to me.”
I let out a soft moan.
“Do you know how much I want to eat you right now? Eat all that cream out of you and suck on your clit until you come all over my face? Do you think it’s any fun for me not to let you come? Do you?” He slaps my ass again. “Answer me. Damn it, answer me!”
“I… I…”
His hand comes down on my ass again.
I’m so close. So damned close, but I won’t come. I can’t. Not until he lets me.
He controls my orgasms. I never had one until him, and now he controls them all.
“Please, Braden. Please let me come.”
As if in answer, he gives me one last hard thrust, and I feel him releasing inside my walls.
“I fucking love you, Skye. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
He stays embedded inside me for a timeless moment. When he finally withdraws, he pushes a handkerchief into my hand. After I clean myself, I turn around, naked, and meet his gaze.
“That will be all,” he says simply. “I had to have you once more.”
“Are you kicking me out of your office?” I swallow as my heart drops. “Or out of your life?”
“Both.”
Invisible fists crush my heart. I didn’t think this through. In my need to know the truth—in my need to control—I exhibited an utter lack of control.
Braden walks back to his desk.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you, too.” He clears his throat. “Love is nothing without trust, Skye.”
I shudder, nodding. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I do trust you, Braden. I wouldn’t have gone as far as I have without trust. Please, I don’t want to lose what we have.”
He says nothing.
Nothing.
The clock ticks.
Has he changed his mind? Will he give me another chance?
Finally—
“Then be at my place this evening, as scheduled. Christopher will pick you up at six thirty.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“And Skye?”
“Yeah?”
“Be ready for anything.”
Chapter Four
Be ready for anything.
I leave Braden’s office quietly and murmur a quick apology to his assistant.
My heart races as I return to my apartment. I haven’t checked my Instagram in hours, and that’s unlike me, since I’m a new influencer and I need to gain followers daily. The news from Betsy completely unraveled me. Quickly, I respond to several comments, make a few deletions, and then check my email. Nothing that needs my immediate attention, thank God.