Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,33
my lips to his.
He pulls back, still gripping my shoulders. “I thought you wanted to leave.”
“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“When did I say that?” he queries. “You’re the one who brought it up. What kind of a game do you think I’m playing, Skye?”
“I…don’t know.”
“That’s because I’m not playing a game. You may think this is a cat-and-mouse thing, but it’s not. I enjoy making you want me.”
“Braden, you know I want you, but if you ever tell me to leave again, this whole thing is over.”
“Is it?”
I gulp. How much will I give up to remain in charge? How fucking much?
“I’m afraid so.”
His bulge is still apparent. He won’t let me go. He won’t.
He releases me, walks through the entryway to a large door, and opens it. He pulls something out and walks back, handing it to me. It’s a blue cardigan.
“Go ahead, Skye. Leave.”
Chapter Twenty-One
If you ever tell me to leave again, this whole thing is over.
Leave.
This is a strange and frightening game I’ve walked into. I don’t want to leave, but that’s not the most frightening part.
The truth is that I can’t leave. Can’t force my arm to extend and take the sweater. Can’t force my feet to move the few feet to the door.
I can’t.
Braden’s power over me is that strong, that omnipotent.
And that’s the most dangerous part of this.
But I said it would be over if he told me to leave. I fucking said it, and if I don’t do it, I’m nothing but a weak-willed mouse.
Think, Skye, think. How do you get out of this?
I wait. I wait for him to tell me again to take the sweater and leave. He doesn’t. He simply stands three feet away from me, the sweater dangling from his hand.
Stalemate.
I have two choices. I can take the sweater and leave, or I can stay, effectively giving up control over this situation.
My body wants one and my mind wants the other.
Frankly, my body’s argument is a lot stronger.
I open my mouth to say I’m staying when Braden finally closes the distance between us, dropping the sweater and again gripping my shoulders. He’s not hurting me, but his grasp is firm and I can tell he means business.
“No more games, Skye,” he whispers darkly. “Give in to me tonight, and I promise you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”
His words enter my mind slowly in a deep drawl. Again and again they weave into me, searing my brain with their power. My body is hot and bothered, thighs quivering, pussy pulsing.
Give up control. Give up control.
“No more games,” I whisper.
He kisses me. Hard.
Harder and deeper than ever. His own ache and hunger feed into me, and something in me blossoms. He breaks the kiss and then scrapes his teeth over my jawline and down my bare shoulder. My nipples are still hard and wanting, and this time he takes one between his lips and gently kisses it. Just that tiny contact sends me reeling.
He strengthens his hold on me, which is good, because my legs have turned to mush. My whole body aches with the throbbing in my clit. The soft friction and wet slide of his tongue around my nipple sends electricity shooting to my core. He’s being too gentle. He’s teasing me, driving me wild with desire.
So much for his “no more games.”
Or maybe this isn’t a game. Maybe it’s part of his plan—his plan to give me pleasure I’ve never known.
I have some sexual experience. I’ve been with three different men, one during college and the other two in the last three years. Even though an orgasm eluded me, I’ve been told I’m good in bed.
Braden, though, makes me feel like I’m being touched for the first time, kissed for the first time, licked for the first time. Like I’ve never experienced any of this before, and I want it all. I want it all now.
He teases my other nipple with his fingers while he sucks at the first. I gasp and thread my fingers through his unruly hair as his head bobs against my breast. He finally releases the first nipple, glides his lips over to the second, and clamps his mouth around it. No teasing this time. He full-on sucks it.
A low moan emerges in my throat, and I pull at his hair. He groans in response.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” he says against my flesh.