Page 10 of His Toy

“Women who use their bodies to get what they want, unless of course you traded it for lessons. Is that what you did Brooke, were you a chef’s whore?” he asked, a waft of jealousy washing through him at the idea of another man claiming her as he had.

“How many times have I told you I’m not a whore?” she stated glaring at him. “You can do whatever you want to my body, treat me like crap, but I’m not a whore and I’ll never admit to being one.”

“Easy,” he said gently coming over to her, her tone enough to pull him from the jealous haze, hearing her words in an entirely different way this time. “I’m sorry…hey look at me,” he added when she turned her face from him.

Brooke lifted her head and braced herself for whatever crap he was about to spew at her now.

“What’s wrong? What is it about that word that riles you up so much? I thought it was just something you were saying the other night, telling me that you don’t do this with just anyone, but it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“I overreacted I know,” she admitted with a sigh. “I just…”

“Come on Brooke, what is going on in your head right now? You’ve let me use and abuse you to the point most would crumble but yet you’re still holding onto that one thing. You didn’t react like this last night when I called you a cock sucking slut.”

“It’s nothing. I just didn’t want you to have total control over me,” she lied unable to tell him what had kept her from giving into her desires the most.

“You’re lying. Come on, Brooke just tell me. If it’s because of what I said Friday night, that I indicated that if you didn’t continue this, I’d reveal everything…”

“It’s not, before I left…I have two older brothers,” she said not knowing how to say it, not wanting to explain it really.

“I know. They’re both on the board of the company, right?”

“Yeah, they caught me and my ex together one night.”

“And called you a whore?” he asked lifting her up onto the counter looking into her eyes.

“No, but they said…”

“What Brooke?” he questioned when she stopped and tears invaded her eyes.

“That after I married Dalton the others would have fun…” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he lifted her chin. “They would have fun turning me into the corporate board’s whore to keep control of the company.”

“Brooke…hey look at me, baby,” he said softly wiping away the tears she couldn’t hold back. “Is that why you left and won’t go back? You were worried they’d take away your choice?”

She nodded unable to talk around the lump in her throat.

“So you letting me take control over you the other night…why did you let me Brooke?”

She swallowed hard, fighting against the emotions to tell him, “Because itwasmy choice. I could have walked away, could have made a complaint with the dean if you pushed too much. I knew that, and I also knew what I was getting into, knew that no matter what I could handle it until…”

“I called you a whore…shh…it’s okay,” he said as the tears fell more. He pressed soft kisses on her lips and forehead as he wiped them away again and let his hands trail down her sides. He slid one between her thighs and stroked her clit as he covered her lips with his. He kissed her and stroked her clit until her breathing slowed and he untied the apron discarding it as he brought his mouth down onto her hardened nipple. He bit and pulled at it as his hand continued to enflame her clit.

“Oh god…fuck,” she moaned as the stirrings of the orgasm came to her. Her pussy twitched around him and he wanted more from her, for her.

“Come for me Brooke, show me how good of a girl you’ve become,” he stated sliding his fingers deeper into her sweetness and started a pace that had her squirming away from him. He held her down against the counter and pushed her further as he kept her there. “Come for me…that’s it…come for me my little tramp. You like being called a tramp…a little tart…yes you do…” He laughed softly as her body tightened around his hand, watching her eyes, her desperation, enjoyment. This was what he wanted, what he needed. “Come…show me that you can be a good little slut for me.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasped as his other hand started flicking her clit. “Oh god…oh damn it…yes…yes oh shit…”

Each of her cries did more for him and he fucked her harder with his hand until she shattered around him shouting as her body finally got its release. He saw the shudders run through her and lifted her up against him as he kissed and soothed her. His hands ran up and down her body as he held her close, every bit of him pleased with the way she was letting him hold her. It felt like the start of something real, what he’d wanted with her from the start.

“Dinner’s gotten cold,” she said a bit later as she leaned her head against his chest.

“We can rewarm it. Brooke…”

“I’m fine.”

“Just look at me woman…thank you,” he added when she finally did. “I promise, I will never call you a whore again. Never make you feel like one the way your brothers wanted you to.”

She nodded as he pulled off his shirt and slid it on over her head. “I’m not really a slut either…not in the quantity sense at least.”

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