Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,59
foundation hosted last year.”
I glance over the words. The letter is dated more than a year ago. A quick look at the postmark would have given me this clue.
I can’t believe it. Really can’t believe it.
“You see,” he says. “Nothing about Addison and me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you really think I’d leave anything important sitting in my powder room?” he asks incredulously.
“No. I…” I sigh. He makes a valid point. “I wasn’t thinking at all.”
I brace myself. He’s going to be angry. He might yell. He might call off our relationship—or whatever it is—forever, and if he does, I can’t blame him.
“I’m sorry. I understand if you want to…”
He cocks his head. “If I want to what?”
“Not see me anymore.”
He laughs. He laughs! So seldom does he laugh, and he picks this moment?
I hold back a huff. “What’s so funny?”
He pulls me against him, his lips pressing against my ear. “Nothing is funny about this.”
“Then why did you—”
“You want to know why I’m home early? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted you in my bed. I almost sent you a plane ticket, but I knew you wouldn’t take off work with no notice. So I came home. I came home because I couldn’t wait five fucking days to see you again.”
I swallow as flutters rack my stomach and limbs, and my nipples harden against my bra. My pussy throbs between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to try to ease the ache. “So…you’re not angry with me?”
His blue eyes burn through me. “I didn’t say that.”
I swallow again. “Then you are angry?”
“Of course I’m angry. Who wouldn’t be?”
I have no answer for his question, so I stay silent.
“The question is, what do I do about it?”
Again, I have no response.
“I could end things with you, but I didn’t fly two hundred miles today to punish myself.”
It would punish me as well, but I don’t vocalize the thought.
“I could take you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”
My body tingles. Do I want a spanking from Braden? No, I don’t. Except that I kind of do.
“It’s what you deserve,” he continues. He advances toward me, like a wolf stalking his prey.
I walk backward, away from him, until my back hits the wall beside the elevator door. He closes in on me, his gaze smoldering.
“Your lips are parted in that sexy way,” he rasps. “I want to kiss you so hard that your knees give out.”
I inhale a slight gasp.
“That wouldn’t punish you, though.”
I stay silent and close my eyes.
“So no kisses tonight. I’m going to spank your creamy ass, and then I’m going to take what I came all this way for. And you’re going to let me.”
Am I?
He’ll let me go if I tell him to. I know that. He won’t do anything without my permission. But he won’t ask. I see it in his gaze. If I want this to stop, I have to be the one to stop it.
“Braden…” I whisper.
“Yes?” His eyes laser into mine.
I squeeze my thighs together more tightly, but still my pussy aches with need. I’m wet. So wet already, without so much as a kiss. I won’t get a kiss tonight. He’s made that clear.
I inhale sharply. “Do what you need to do.”
In a flash, I’m in his arms, and he’s carrying me to his bedroom. He throws me on the bed and tugs off my shoes, slacks, and panties. I spread my legs, giving him full view of my arousal. Just his words, his smoldering gaze, his domineering countenance, make me wet. So wet.
He closes his eyes and inhales. “You smell like heaven. I’d love to taste you, Skye. Give you a hundred orgasms like last time, but that wouldn’t be punishment. So I’m going to spank you. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and take my own pleasure.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. He yanks his pants and underwear over his muscled hips. His dick is fully erect, and a small pearl of clear liquid emerges.
He tosses me over onto my stomach, and before I can even anticipate what’s to come, his palm comes down on my ass.
“Ow!” I cry out.
Another slap. Then another. I grit my teeth to stop from shouting again. I can take this. I want to take this. I want to give him what he needs. And I deserve it. I’m the one who did something wrong.