Follow Me Under (Follow Me #2) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Follow Me Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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He walks out from behind his desk and stands over me, like a tall mountain shielding me from the sun.

“Stand up,” he commands.

I part my lips and obey him.

“God, those lips.” His voice is raspy again. “I’ve told you how sexy you look in that leather thing.”

“It’s a bustier,” I say, being careful not to stammer as he eyes me like I’m candy.

“You’ve seen me rip a dress to shreds before.”

I nod.

“I don’t think my fingers are strong enough to take on leather.”

I nod again.

“So I’ll ask you to do it.” He turns to his desk, picks up a pair of scissors, and hands them to me.

I drop my mouth into an O. I just paid two hundred bucks for this bustier. No way am I going to cut it off myself.

“Take them, Skye.”

“Braden, I—”

“I said, take them.”

My hand shakes as I reach forward and grasp the scissors. The steel is cool against my warm palm.

“Be careful,” he says. “Don’t nick your creamy skin.”

I’m trembling. Truly trembling. I’m not sure I trust myself to have the scissors anywhere near my skin at the moment.

“Do you trust me, Skye?”

I hesitantly nod.

“Then give me the scissors.”

I shakily hand them back to him. He grins and tucks the scissors above my navel, right onto the beautiful black leather.

I close my eyes. I can’t help it. I love this bustier, and I paid a lot of money for it only hours ago.

“Open your eyes,” he commands, his voice dark and forceful.

I hesitate.

“Now.”

My eyes pop open, almost solely from the dark force in his voice.

“Watch my hands, Skye.”

I drop my gaze to his hands holding the scissors. He squeezes his fingers to his thumb, cutting a two-inch slice into the leather. I can’t help myself. I suck in a breath. My beautiful bustier will be in shreds before I know it. Two hundred dollars down the drain.

“Why is this so difficult for you?” he asks.

“Because I just bought it. I bought it to look sexy for you.”

“And you do look sexy. Just like you looked sexy in that little black dress. And it turns me on to no end to cut this off you.” He lowers his eyelids and inhales. “I’m hard as a rock, Skye. I’m angry as hell with you, but I want you so badly, I can’t see straight.” He slices another inch into the leather. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I’ve never been so completely angry with someone and yet so turned on by her at the same time. You make me question things. Not just about myself but about life. It’s…disorienting.”

Disorienting? He’s disoriented while he has scissors against my flesh?

Trust him.

“I never wanted a relationship,” he continues, “but from the first time I saw you, scrambling to pick up a condom off the floor, your cheeks red with embarrassment, I wanted to fuck you. I hoped one fuck would get you out of my system, but I think we both know how that turned out.” He slices another inch.

The steel blades are cool against the warm flesh of my abdomen. And I find, to my complete and utter surprise, that I’m getting even more turned on.

“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.” He slices again, coming close to my breasts.

“Braden…”

He meets my gaze, his blue eyes on fire. “This is my time, Skye. My time to be in control. Don’t speak again until I tell you to.”

My flesh is smoldering. Even the cool blades of the scissors spark heat in me. My nipples harden and push against the leather binding them. I flash back to the nipple clamps and then to Braden’s lips firm around them.

“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.” The scissors slice up between my breasts, and the bustier falls onto the carpeted floor.

I feel no loss. Not now. Sure, my two hundred bucks are gone, but my breasts have been freed. They’re already swollen and ruddy, the nipples jutting out for Braden’s mouth.

Still, one thought flies through my mind. He says he’s never fucked a woman in this home office.

Has he fucked other women at his work office?

My thoughts fly to the afternoon, me with a knee on Braden’s leather chair, grabbing his tie and making him kiss me.

Then his dick inside me, tantalizing me…

But no climax.

He didn’t let me climax.

Will he let me tonight?

“Skye?” he says.

I say nothing.

“You may speak just this once.”

“What?”

He raises one eyebrow. “You look inquisitive.”

“It’s…nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I just wondered…” If you were going to let me come tonight. No, I don’t want to say that. Not now. “If you’ve ever made love to a woman in your other office. Other than me, that is.”



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