Under (Follow Me #5) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Follow Me Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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“I don’t like feeling disoriented, Skye. Not at all. But somehow, I fell in love with you anyway. I had no intention to, but I did.” I slice again, coming close to her breasts.

“Braden…”

I meet her gaze. “This is my time, Skye. My time to be in control. Don’t speak again until I tell you to.”

I’m smoldering. So hot as I cut the leather from her. So damned hot. My cock is rock hard inside my pants, and I long to take it out, stuff it into her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you in here, Skye. In my home office. And I’ve never fucked a woman in here. Never even wanted to. But I want to fuck you, and I want to do it now.” I cut the leather between her breasts, and the bustier falls onto the carpeted floor.

Her tits are already swollen and ruddy, the nipples jutting out for my mouth. Her brown eyes are wide and full of fire, her brow lifted.

“Skye?” I say.

She says nothing. Good girl.

“You may speak just this once.”

“What?”

I raise one eyebrow. “You look inquisitive.”

“It’s…nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I just wondered…if you’ve ever made love to a woman in your other office. Other than me, that is.”

I meet her gaze. I refuse to lie to her. If I expect her to be honest with me, I must give her the same courtesy.

“Yes, I have.”

“Oh.” She casts her gaze downward.

“Does that disappoint you?”

She fidgets with her hands. “Of course it disappoints 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?”

The moment? No, I won’t allow her to ruin the moment. But this moment probably isn’t what she’s after.

“No,” I say, “you haven’t.”

Chapter Seven

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I say, “and then bend over the desk. Don’t say a word.”

She doesn’t hesitate even for a millisecond. The jeans, shoes, and socks—the same ones she wore this afternoon in my business office—come off quickly.

Just the thought of that afternoon delight gets my body even more throbbing and ready. It wasn’t a sweet fuck, and this won’t be, either.

I, of course, am still dressed.

“You haven’t bent over the desk,” I remind her.

She turns and obeys me, leaning along the cool mahogany.

God, that ass. So creamy and plump and perfect. If only…

I was so looking forward to showing her the pleasures of the ass. The pleasures for both of us.

But I’ll take my pleasure elsewhere tonight.

“You look delectable,” I say. “Utterly delectable.”

I pull my burgundy tie out of my pocket and bind her wrists.

“Braden…”

“Quiet,” I say. “From here on, you don’t speak again until I say you can.”

She nods and closes her eyes, laying her head on the desk.

I take a few seconds to look at her. Gaze at that perfect ass, at her wrists bound behind her.

At the utter beauty before me.

Then I unbutton my shirt and remove it, pull my tank top over my head.

I push against Skye, relishing the warmth and silkiness of her body, and I slide my fingertips over her shoulder, down her side, to her ass. I move upward then, swirling my fingers over her ass cheeks and then between them.

Fuck, I want this so badly.

“You realize this body belongs to me. All of it. Even this.” I push against her asshole.

She gasps sharply.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “We won’t go there tonight. Not until you’re ready.”

She breathes out a sigh of what sounds like sheer relief.

Perhaps things worked out as they should. Perhaps she truly isn’t ready for anal. Though if I had her trust…she would do it. She would do it if I asked.

But I won’t ask. Not until she trusts me completely. Not until she lets the Addison thing go.

“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.”

She lets out a low moan. I slide my tongue between her legs, and I’m lapping like a cat drinking cream. Sweet, tangy cream. I lick her folds, and then I shove my tongue inside her. A mini fuck with my mouth. Her legs tremble, but her weight is on the desk, so she doesn’t falter.

I glide my tongue everywhere—over her wet folds, inside her cunt, over her clit…and then to my ultimate target.

She gasps when I slide it over her ass.

But she doesn’t stop me, thank God.

Fuck. Her asshole is tart like cranberry sauce, and I want it so badly.

She whimpers when I remove my tongue. Good sign. I replace it with my finger, smoothing it along the crease between her 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?”


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