Page 46 of Reckless Games

“I don’t know.”

It’s a lie. I was scared. I don’t know how to explore things in the bedroom or how to voice my interest. But Adam already knows that, hence the gift. He’s the voice I’m terrified to use. My safe space free of judgment.

“The sight of it got you wet just now.” He nips at my ear, planting a kiss on the side of my neck. “Didn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“What did I say about maybes?” He nips at my ear again.

“Yes.” I tip my head back against him and can’t help but moan at his lips running the length of my neck. “Yes, it did.”

“You want me to stick that in your ass while I fuck your perfect cunt. Don’t you?”

I swallow hard, biting my lower lip.

I want all those things, but it’s wrong. Dirty. Disgusting. I shouldn’t.

“It’s okay, Lake. I’ll never judge you for sharing your fantasies with me.” He slips his hands under my thin dress straps and peels them from my shoulders. “I’d much rather help you explore them.”

My grip on the gold toy tightens as I drop the black box to the bed.

Adam reaches for my zipper and pulls it down my back. The beaded fabric loosens on my curves as he peels it down. Once it’s past my hips, the entire dress puddles at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a barely-existent black thong.

“You’re absolutely perfect, do you realize that, Lake?” Adam runs the back of his knuckles along my spine, down over my ass.

I shake my head.

“Well, you should.” He grips my hips and runs his palms over my curves. “You’re a work of art. I can’t decide if God made you as a blessing, or if the devil carved you himself just to tempt me.”

No one’s ever talked to me the way Adam does. Unafraid of how I’ll react to his crude comments. He puts a voice to his filthiest fantasies, knowing I share them.

“Do you trust me to make you feel good, baby girl?” Adam’s thumbs slip into the band of my underwear as he slowly strips them down until they also flutter to my feet.

“Yes.” I might as well choke on the word as he presses close.

I’m stripped, and he’s still fully clothed. And even if his chiseled body is a sight to behold, something about the vulnerability of us like this turns me on even more. My thighs clench, and my core is begging for his touch.

“Good.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses the side of my neck as he reaches for the golden plug.

With his hand flat on my back, he presses my chest forward until I’m bent over his bed. And unlike the first time we did this, when he spanked me until I screamed, his touch is gentle and soothing tonight. Anticipation hums through me as he leaves me in place, shuffling across the room to retrieve something, before pressing close behind me once more.

Adam palms my ass, slowly rubbing along it, inching closer and closer to my untouched hole. He may not participate at these parties, but I’m not naïve enough to think he’s inexperienced. Every touch he offers has specific precision, knowing exactly how to make me feel good.

Something pops open, and the sudden click in this quiet room makes me flinch.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.” He rubs his palm over me again. “This will be a little cold.”

I don’t have time to digest the warning before a slippery liquid trickles over my ass. He rubs his fingers through it, my skin painted with his cool touch. Inching once more and toying with the line I’m begging him to cross.

It’s probably going to hurt, but my body aches for it. I want to give this man everything I’ve never considered. And even then, I want him to have more.

Adam presses a finger against me, and the pressure makes me tense.

“Relax, baby girl.” He soothes me with a hand running over my lower back. “Trust me.”

Trust.

The word fills my lungs, balloons hope, warms my heart. I trust him with more than I should, and that knowledge has me unclenching my fingers on the bed.

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