Darkly (Follow Me #4) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Follow Me Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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“No one will interrupt us. They know the penalty for entering without knocking.” I finger the soft silk of my tie. “I’ve never bound your wrists before.”

She shakes her head.

“Are you ready?”

She nods.

“Take off your clothes, Skye,” I say again.

She trembles as she obeys, and with each item she peels off her body, I get to see more and more of her soft flesh—that soft flesh that drives me wild, makes me want to kiss her and spank her and, God help me, feel things I have no business feeling.

Finally, she stands, naked, her clothes folded neatly over the back of a chair.

“Now hold your wrists out,” I say. “Together.”

She does, and I wrap my tie tightly around them and secure it with a knot.

She gapes at me. I don’t need to ask if she’s ever been bound by anyone else. I already know the answer. It’s written in her eyes. They’re full of an intoxicating combination of trepidation and desire.

Her wrists are bound. She can still walk, still touch, but she doesn’t, even though I haven’t given her any orders to the contrary.

“You look beautiful, Skye.”

She smiles, her gorgeous lips trembling.

“Bound for my pleasure,” I say.

Naked. Skye naked in my office, her wrists secured with my necktie. I’m about to fuck her here, leave her mark in this room.

“Walk to the window, Skye, and face it. Hands above your head.”

She obeys, pressing her bare breasts against the glass, her bound wrists resting on the pane above her.

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my zipper. My cock springs out, hard and ready.

I stand behind her and push into her. Then I grasp her bound wrists, raise them, and hold them clamped against the window. “Don’t move,” I whisper against her ear.

In one quick thrust, I’m inside her. I clench my teeth, letting the walls of her pussy suck around me. Fucking paradise.

She cries out.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take it. Take all of me.” I pull out and then push back in.

Her cheek and breasts are crushed against the glass. What a lovely picture she must make, her tits smashed—if only she were visible to outside viewers. The idea makes me hot. I keep my hand clamped onto her bound wrists, rendering her immobile.

With my other hand, I grip her hip as I fuck her. “Good girl. Don’t move. Let me take what’s mine.”

It’s a hard and primal fuck. No kisses to her neck, no nibbles on her ear. Just a raw taking. What I need at this moment. She barged into my office with a contract she could have emailed. Interrupted my day. I remember this as I fuck her against my window.

“That’s it.” I pump faster. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

I glide my hand from her hip and touch her clit gently. She gasps.

Then I pull on it…not so gently.

She explodes.

Quick as lightning, I withdraw and spin her to face me. I lift her, her ass pressing against the glass window.

“Put your arms around my neck,” I command.

She looks down at the binding, her lips parted and eyebrows raised.

“Do it!” I grit out.

She lifts both arms and rings them around my neck. She’s suspended now, flat against the window, her arms bound and around me. I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, my arms under her thighs like a makeshift swing. I’m holding all her weight, pushing her up and against the glass.

I charge into her, thrusting and thrusting.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Feels so good.”

“God, yes,” she says. “Please.”

I know what she’s after. She wants me to touch her clit. She wants another orgasm. I’m happy to give it to her, but I’ll do it my own way.

I lean into her, our chests touching, and rock my cock gently back and forth into her. It’s a deliciously erotic sensation for both of us, and little by little, she’s getting the clitoral stimulation she needs.

I rock and I rock and I rock, her tight pussy gripping my cock with each push and my pubic bone gently caressing her clit, until—

“Braden! I’m coming!”

“That’s it, baby.” I pull back slightly and plunge deep. I withdraw and then thrust.

A fuck. A good, hard fuck.

The orgasm rolls through her as her body releases. And I feel each contraction of her walls. Every. Single. One.

She shouts. She screams. She’s forgotten that Claire and others sit right outside this room.

Good. Very good. I don’t care, so why should she? She’s giving up control, and it spurs me on.

I shove my cock into her one last time, pulling another climax from her as I give in to my own.

Together we soar through the window and over the skyscrapers of Boston. I come hard—as hard as I ever have, maybe harder.

By fucking Skye Manning in my office against my window, her wrists bound in silk.

I’m not in the club. I haven’t bound her body, spanked her, flogged her—none of those things I thought were required for me to come so hard.


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