Brooke Roberts

"Room. Now."
My inner Brooke is already shirtless and twirling it in the air in celebration while I still doubt my ears for a few seconds. Seth stands up and I immediately miss the feel of his body, the way he reacts to me—and, if I’m being honest, the way I seem to burn every time he touches me. Without looking back, he walks off, and I jump up and catch up to him at the foot of the stairs.
He opens the door to his room and gestures for me to enter first. I'm passing by him when I see the muscle in his jaw tense, as if he's trying to restrain himself. My stomach tingles with anticipation at the idea of seeing him lose control.
I can't resist the chance to test his limits, so I turn, pressing my body against his, pushing him back against the wooden door. I claim his lips once more in a kiss that devours everything within and around me, leaving only the desire—the incandescent lust that makes my blood boil.
I grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and brushing my knuckles against his toned abdomen. I'm forced to pull away to remove the shirt, but before I can return to his lips, Seth grabs my neck with one hand.
"Easy, Honeybee," his voice is rougher than I’ve ever heard it, making my knees weak—and I’m sure my panties are ruined. "You're going to need a safe word," he declares.
My mind goes blank. A safe word? I want to kick myself—why didn’t I decide this earlier? It’s not like I haven’t spent days since Seth’s confession imagining what he likes, and I’ve read enough to know how essential it is to have a safe word.
Seth, as always, reads my emotions like they’re written on paper.
"Don’t worry. I think it’s better if we use the color system," he says, his thumb stroking the side of my neck. "You know it?" I nod, and he smiles. "Tell me."
"Like traffic lights. Green, yellow, and red."
"Very good. You understand that when I ask you for a color, you need to answer—or I’ll stop?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fuck," he growls, his hand tightening slightly on my neck as he pulls me into him, crushing his lips to mine and swallowing my moans. His other hand travels down my spine to my ass, gripping it and pressing my body closer to his. I feel his hard erection against my stomach, and my core clenches at the emptiness.
Seth presses his forehead to mine, those deep blue eyes staring into me. The hand on my neck moves to my cheek, caressing it.
"If you ever need or want to stop, use your safe word." There’s a hint of desperation or pleading in his voice. "It doesn’t matter when or why. Say red, and I’ll stop—no questions asked."
"Okay," I reply without hesitation.
"I need you to promise me, Honeybee. I can’t bear the thought of hurting you."
"You would never hurt me."
"Promise you’ll use the safe word."
"I promise, Seth."
He closes his eyes and exhales. When he opens them again, something in his expression has shifted—wilder, untamed, primal. As if in response, my body ignites, something I thought impossible since I was already burning with desire.
"Good girl."
My knees almost give out at the whispered praise in his hoarse voice, but Seth lifts me into his arms before I can collapse. My legs wrap around his waist as he walks to the bed.
My boyfriend lays me down and takes a step back, his gaze caressing every inch of me. He leans in, and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him back down to me—but he tenses, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the mattress with one hand. With the other, he holds my chin.
"Keep your hands still for me, Honeybee." The command in his voice shoots straight to my pussy, and I rub my thighs together, desperate for relief. Seth has barely touched me, and I’m already on edge.
His lips find mine in another breath-stealing kiss. He removes my shirt and bra, and the air feels cold against my skin. Seth trails kisses along my jaw, down my neck, until he reaches my breasts. He circles one nipple with his tongue before sucking hard and biting. The moan that escapes me is nearly a scream.
"Color?" he demands against the sensitive skin.
"Green," I reply immediately. The bite only heightens my pleasure.
He licks his way to the other breast, repeating the sequence—circling, then biting harder while pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My back arches off the mattress as pleasure threatens to tear me apart. My God, he’s only touched my breasts and I’m already losing it—what’s it going to be like when he actually fucks me?
"Color?" Same commanding tone.
"Green."
Seth traces circles around my breasts, his fingers moving along the edges, from the sides of my ribs to the center of my chest. With each loop, the circles tighten, and my skin tingles in response. My rapid breaths make my chest rise and fall under his hands. When he reaches my hardened nipples again, he meets my eyes as he pinches both at once—and this time, I scream. The pain mixes with pleasure and I feel my clit throb, begging for attention.
That wicked smirk curves his lips as he slides his hands down the sides of my body, leaving my skin ablaze. He wastes no time removing my pants, his fingers brushing over my legs. Seth’s gaze turns predatory as he focuses between my thighs.
He slowly drags his finger along my slit over my panties, and I grind against him.
"Seth," I whimper when he pulls his finger away and rubs it against his thumb. I can see my arousal glistening on his fingers.
My boyfriend kneels at the edge of the bed and pulls off my panties. His hands grip my hips, dragging me forward until my thighs rest on his shoulders and my pussy is right in front of his face. His breath hits my core and makes my body tremble. His fingers dig into my sides, holding me still.
He licks my entrance, my constant moans growing louder as he drags his tongue deliberately slow, bottom to top. His approving growl vibrates through me. His mouth seals around my pussy, alternating between sucking intensely and punishing me with his tongue.
Lust floods every molecule of my body—Seth eats me like a starved man finding the only water in a desert. The pleasure builds deep in my belly like a wave forming in the ocean. His teeth close gently around my clit and the jolt of pain intensifies everything.
"Seth!" I cry out as a shattering orgasm rips through me.
He doesn’t stop licking until the last tremor leaves my body. My boyfriend rises, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
"Looks like I got your nickname right. You’re sweet like honey, Honeybee."
I watch him adjust his cock inside his gray sweatpants and my mouth waters. I know he’s big—I’ve felt him pressed against me plenty—but the outline is… impressive.
"Ready to begin?" he asks as he heads toward his wardrobe.
Begin? This man is going to destroy me and all I can say is:
"I was born ready." I prop myself up on my elbows, curious to see what he’s doing. The muscles in his back shift under his skin as he opens the corner door of the closet.
It takes me a moment to realize what the various leather straps on the top shelf are.
"Why do you have so many collars for Toothless if he always wears the same one?" I ask.
Seth turns, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"They’re not for Toothless."
Realization crashes over me and my stomach pulses like it’s applauding the idea. I keep scanning the items—whips, floggers, gags, and more.
My boyfriend turns with a red rope in his hands. Anticipation and arousal surge through me as he approaches.
He stretches his arms, showing me the red cord.
"Color?" he asks.
And for a second, I almost say "red" just because I’m looking at the color—but I know what he’s really doing. He’s asking for permission to use the rope on me.
"Green." His shoulders relax just slightly, like he was expecting a different answer. Like even now, after everything, he still suspects I might run.
Even if it takes my whole life, I’ll prove to Seth Donahue that the love I feel for him knows no limits—and that no part of him could scare me off. I’m here to stay. Forever.
"Stand up," he commands, and my body responds instinctively. I don’t even remember giving the order to my brain...