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?”