Page 60 of Reckless Games

“Bad girls get punished, Lakeyn.” He drives three fingers in this time. “So tell me, baby girl, what’s the only word that will stop me?”

“Midnight.” I can barely get it out as he curls his fingers and my body throbs.

Without my vision, every feeling is more intense.

“That’s right.” Adam pulls his hand out again, and then his palm connects with my bare skin.

A sharp sting that edges on painful, while also slowly building me up.

The clatter of Adam’s belt buckle releasing echoes in the quiet room. Darkness makes every sound precise. And once the final clink of his belt releases, he grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back, pushing my chest harder to the cool surface.

“Who is in control of your limits tonight, Lakeyn?” Adam wraps his belt around my arms, tight enough that I can’t move, but not so hard he’s cutting off my circulation.

“You are, Mr. Kingsley.” I bite my lip at the growl that hums from his chest.

“I am.” Adam agrees, securing the belt and running his hands down my lower back, gripping my ass.

My shoulders are pulled back with my arms secured, and it’s edging the line between uncomfortable and downright hot.

The heat of him fades, and I’m not sure what he’s doing until his mouth is on my pussy and the surprise mixed with the pleasure makes me scream.

He shoves his tongue inside me, and at that exact moment, his palm connects once more with my ass.

“That’s right, baby girl.” He pulls back, running his fingers through the mess coating my inner thighs. “I want your pussy to fuck my tongue.”

He dives back in, driving his tongue further into me as his fingers roll over my clit. And even if I wasn’t blindfolded, I don’t think I’d be able to see anything with the darkness clouding my vision. Between the sting still fresh on my ass, the restriction of my arms, and the unrelenting stimulation between my legs, I’m on the brink of blacking out.

His fingers pull away, but he continues the work with his tongue, pushing me closer and closer until I’m shaking from the ledge he’s holding me on. On the verge and about to come, as he pulls away, refusing me.

“Adam.” I practically grunt, as I press my face against the surface I’m pinned to.

He chuckles darkly. My husband loves driving me to the edge before granting my release. Like he wants me to be an absolute mess for him.

And I am.

“I don’t respond to that name here.” He pulls back, and I feel him stand, swiftly connecting his palm on my already stinging ass cheek before he rubs his hand over it gently.

“Mr. Kingsley,” I say, and the growl that makes my veins hot ripples through him.

“Yes, baby girl?”

He runs his hands over my ass, pressing my tight hole and then skating his fingers down, between my legs.

“Please let me come.”

“Such a good girl asking politely.” He pushes his fingers in and then pulls them out, sliding my wetness over my tight hole.

Only once my ass is slippery with my excitement does he press something cool against it. I had a feeling this was coming. Adam knows how much I enjoy being filled in every way by him.

“Breathe, baby.”

I exhale and he presses a plug in. This one is slightly larger than anything else he’s used, and stings as I try to adjust to the size. It verges on uncomfortable until a slow buzzing starts.

The plug is vibrating intensely enough that the dull shockwaves make my walls clench.

“You like your new present?” Adam asks, kicking the vibrations up another notch.

He loves using toys on me, reading how I react to each one.

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