Page 75 of Reckless Vow

I enjoy coming like any other man, but this is my favorite part. Discovering a woman’s body.

But with Brook it’s somehow different. It’s like I finally got the keys to the forbidden room. After years of yearning, discovering its every treasure now suddenly becomes my life’s mission.

For the next part of the conversation, I need to entice her a bit. I’m a manipulative bastard, but there is no way I can stop at this stage, so here it goes.

I slide my fingers under her panties and massage her clit gently.

She moans, and while completely at my mercy, she still manages to push against me, seeking more friction. God, this is going to be fun.

“You relinquish control. I’m in charge completely.”

She stiffens at this, but I don’t stop with my hand between her folds, or with my mouth on her skin.

“Do you need to think about it,Tokyo?” Yep, pulling out all the stops here.

“Okay,” she whispers, pushing into my hand. I smile against her skin, but falter after she adds, “I trust you.”

Fuck. She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t.

Not that I plan to hurt her, but I don’t want the responsibility.

With her track record of loser boyfriends, she probably trusts easily.

In contrast with all my thoughts, my chest swells at her words. I’m a goner when it comes to Brooklyn Lowe, and it shouldn’t surprise me after all these years.

“Okay, you need a safe word.” I swipe my fingers through her folds and tease the opening.

She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder, frowning. “Why do I need a safe word? Will you hurt me?”

“Not unless you want me to.” She shudders at that. “But sometimes there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain. And sometimes even pleasure can be too much. My boundaries are probably wider than yours. We will figure it out together.”

“Okay.” She shivers in my arms.

“I love giving pleasure, but when it becomes too much, you might beg me to stop. I won’t, because I have to take care of you. It’s my kink. You need a safe word, so I know you really mean it.”

She doesn’t say anything, and I remove my hands, straightening up. She whimpers and bangs her head gently against the table.

I wait. I’m in no hurry. This is happening, but she needs to get on the same page as me.

Finally, she pushes off the table and faces me. “I have chased an orgasm all my adult life. If you get me where you got me the last time, I consider it a win. I won’t be begging you to stop.”

“Oh, I’m going to get you there, but it won’t be a minor wave like before. It’ll be a full tsunami, and you’ll beg me to stop at some point.”

“You’re awfully confident. I can fake it really well. Years of practice.”

She lifts her chin. Stalling.

“Safe word, Brook. Now.”

She makes that cute exasperated face like she’s annoyed with me. “Bossy—” But she shuts up, remembering that she agreed I’m in charge. “Skittles.”

I chuckle. “Good girl. Now let’s get you out of this hideous dress.”

“I love this dress. It makes me feel sexy.” She shimmies her hips, smiling.

“Baby, tonight was the last time you wore that dress.”

“Jesus. Why do you hate it so much?”

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