Page 10 of Reckless Games

“You don’t know your limits.” His fingers pause on my zipper, before slowly dragging it down over my ass. “Then let’s see if we can find them.”

He reaches up and brushes the straps from my shoulders in a swift move that puddles my dress at my feet and leaves me exposed. And even if my back is to him, he sees all of me. His hands roamallof me. Grazing a vulnerability I’ve never trusted with anyone.

I don’t hand over my power. I don’t lose control or let go. But that’s all Adam makes me want to do.

“I’m a man with very specific tastes.” Adam’s lips graze the shell of my ear. “You run, I’ll chase. You beg, I’ll give you more than you realize you can handle. I will meet your limits every time. And together, we will push them. So do me a favor and remember something.”

“What?” I choke on the word as he plants a kiss on my neck.

“Midnight.” He trails lower, brushing his lips along my throat. “It’s the only word that will stop me.”

His game.His rules.

And my god, he makes me want to play.

His mouth runs the length of my neck, and back up again, until his mouth is at my ear.

“Midnight is your safe word. If you use it, I will stop. So engrain it in that beautiful brain of yours. Because I lose myself at the sight of you.”

I wish he was talking about me, Lakeyn. Not my sister.

I wish I was brave enough to tell him right now that I’m not who he thinks I am. I’m a fraud trying to escape my pathetic life for one holiday. Instead, I stay silent, not ready to let this go.

“Are you ready to play?”

Adam presses his palm flat on the center of my back, pressing my chest down to fold me over the bed.

“Yes,” I choke out, gripping the comforter as he forces me into it.

“Yes, sir.” A sharp sting comes with the connection of his palm on my bare ass, and I can’t help but jump from the shock of it.

The energy in the room shifts with Adam’s changing demeanor, and the need for a safe word is suddenly clear, even if I’m nowhere near using it.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

He flattens his palm on my ass, where he just spanked me, rubbing gently. “You’re so receptive, baby girl. So perfect. I’m going to enjoy trying to break you.”

I should be offended or attempting to escape. Instead, I find myself moaning at his soothing touch. At how the sting of his palm erases all thoughts, and for once, all I do is feel.

“Too much?” he asks, rubbing his palm over my ass.

I shake my head. It’s not, I want more. A masked man has me naked, bent over the bed. He’s still fully clothed, and I’ve never even seen his full face. Still, I find myself pressing back toward his touch, needing everything he has to offer.

A cool breeze is all the warning I get before his hand lands on my other ass cheek, harder this time. I can’t help but jump at the contact, but his hold on the center of my back keeps me in place.

“So good at taking your punishment.” He spanks my ass again, before soothing me with the graze of his palm over my tender flesh.

“What are you punishing me for?” I try to turn and look at him over my shoulder, but he stops me with his hand in my hair, wrapping the blonde strands around his fist and tugging at it as he bends down to me.

“For driving me fucking insane.” He pulls back, still not releasing my hair as his hand spanks my ass again.

This is sick, wrong. A stranger is spanking me in his sex manor, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My thighs clench as I soak through my thong.

I consider burying my face in the mattress like it could be enough, but as I hear the unbuckling of his belt, followed by the familiar sound of a zipper, my stomach flutters.

Adam releases me, and there’s a rustling of a wrapper, before his hand is once more on the small of my back, pressing me down. He runs a finger over my ass, through my thong, pulling it to the side instead of taking it off.

“What’s your safe word, baby girl?” He presses his hips forward and his thick cock slides between my legs.

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