Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,18

cold words release my invisible bindings.

I let go of the headboard.

Chapter Eleven

“It was humiliating,” I tell Tessa the next day at lunch. “The best sex of my life, and then it was just…over. He told me his driver would take me home, and then he left the room, saying he had an important message he had to respond to. It was awful.”

“At least you finally had an orgasm.” She takes a sip of iced tea. “Did I tell you? Or did I tell you?”

I can’t help a smile. The first real smile since last night. “You were right. I don’t get it, though. I tried everything. Every vibrator out there. Every technique…and nothing. Until Braden Black.”

“Girl, just looking at Braden Black might be enough to send me over the edge.”

Tessa was multi-orgasmic, or so she said. After the two I experienced last night—the way my body quivered and quaked—I’m pretty sure multiple climaxes would lead to a quick—but very satisfying—death. I can’t fault her observation, though. Braden Black is the most gorgeous man on the planet, and he was right when he said I wouldn’t forget where he’d been. Not just my pussy, but my glutes and thighs are sore. Muscles I never knew I had hurt like hell today.

“There’s something about him, though,” I say. “Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“What do you mean?”

“A darkness. Almost like an invisible cloud hovering over him. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I can’t explain it any better. I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.” I purposefully don’t mention the other enigma about him—that I want to obey him without question. It’s not like me at all.

“You’re probably imagining things. Maybe because his name is Black. And, you know, black is dark.” She giggles.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, probably,” she agrees.

“I’m sure I’ll never see him again, so I’ll never figure out what the darkness is.” I let out a short scoff to try to hide the sadness I feel. “Funny. I hardly know him, but I feel a loss.”

“That’s because he made you come.” She smirks.

“What if I can’t ever come again?”

“You know how it feels now, so you can duplicate it. Try it at home with your toys. It’s bound to happen.”

I laugh softly. “I’ll try.”

“Atta girl. You’ll be over Braden Black in no time.”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Something about him really got to me.”

“Try to just remember it for what it was. A night of really good sex that gave you the first of many orgasms you’ll have in your long life. Really, you should thank him.”

“Maybe send him some flowers?” I say facetiously.

Tessa finishes her iced tea and signals the server for our check. “Maybe one of those erotic cakes.”

I can’t help it. I let out a guffaw. Send Braden Black an erotic cake? That’s just damned funny, and not something I’d ever do.

“Seriously. You can have them make a marzipan pussy and then write something like, ‘Thank you for coming.’ Great double entendre.” She laughs hysterically.

Tessa is my best friend ever and I adore her, but sometimes she thinks she’s funnier than she actually is. Okay, this is pretty funny, but no way in hell would I ever send anyone a marzipan pussy.

“Shouldn’t it actually be ‘thank me for coming’?” I say. “I’m the one who had her first orgasm.”

“Yeah, but that sounds ridiculous.”

“Like it all doesn’t sound ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.” I laugh and grab the check when it comes. “My turn. You paid last time.”

“I have to run anyway. Meeting at two, and I’m hopelessly unprepared.” She stands and a huge grin splits her face. “Think about that cake.”

I roll my eyes, grab a credit card from my wallet, and lay it over the check.

Then finish my diet soda and play with the remains of lettuce left on my plate.

And I think about last night.

How Braden made me feel. How he made me want to give up control. If any other man demanded I hold on to a headboard, I’d laugh in his face.

What is it about Braden?

I sigh. Doesn’t matter. I’ll never see him again. Still, what exactly did he do to make me explode the way I did? Everything was amazing, but what specific thing? I need to know, because I sure as hell want to come again, whether it’s with him, another guy, or myself. I don’t care.

Except I’d really like it to be with him.

I have a few minutes before I need to be back at the office, so