Page 104 of Role Play
Lucy
Sunday flew by in a whir of making love and watching movies. We started withCabaret–yeah, Judy issothe better performer—and later in the evening, Ash worked on production notes while I read. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t spank me. Other than some light ordering me around, he treated me tenderly all day Sunday, giving me a pointed look when I would intentionally misbehave in the hopes of receiving a deliciouspunishment.
Unfortunately, as he pointed out, I seemed to be liking the pain too much; so instead of nipple clamps or ice cube ball gags; he made me sit down and write a one-thousand word journal entry on how the previous night made mefeel.
Holy. Fucking. Boring. Nowthatwas apunishment.
When Monday morning rolled around, the sound of my phone alarm was as unwelcome as getting your period on your wedding day. The blaring noise had me blearily sitting up, rubbing at my eyes. I stretched my arm, grabbing the phone and turning off thealarm.
It was five a.m. We'd only fallen asleep somewhere around eleven p.m. on Ash's insistence that I needed to rest. He wasn't wrong. The six hours wasn't enough. My eyes were itchy; my throat was dry; my knees were tender; and my sex was sore. Deliciously sore. Not that I was complaining. Even though Ash had given me extended aftercare—he had massaged my knees, put ointment and Arnica on every welt and potential bruise—I liked that I could still feel the remnants of Saturday night. I liked that I would carry some of the pain around; wear his bruises like a badge of honor. Every time I sat and felt a hiss of pain on my backside, I’d think of him. And then that pain would dissolve into an entirely different kind of ache that left me wanting andwet.
Ash's arm draped across my torso, just beneath my breasts. His smooth, tanned complexion a stark contrast to my freckled skin. He mumbled something that I couldn't quite makeout.
"What?" Iwhispered.
"Need more sleep," he said again and turned his head, his cheek smashing against the side of the pillow. "I'm the boss and I'm ordering you to sleep inmore."
I chuckled and the sound felt raw against my throat. Turning onto my shoulder, I faced him, brushing my nose against his stubbled cheek. His unshaven jaw scraped against my skin and my mouth watered for his taste once more. Sex had never been like that.Ihad never been like that. Panting, needy, swollen. My greedy clit throbbed again from between my legs and I opened them, rubbing myself against Ash'sthigh.
"Damn, woman," Ash said, but his smile lightened the words. With eyes still closed, his mouth tipped into an arrogant smirk. "How many times do I have to make you come to get somesleep?"
I parted my lips and nipped his jaw, immediately kissing the red mark flushing beneath hisstubble.
"Oh, you're in for it, now," he said, suddenly wide awake. He flipped me onto myback.
I squealed, spreading my legs wide for him and pressing my heels into the backs of his thighs. The ridge of his already hard cock stroked me, its impressive length hitting me justright.
It was the perfect cock, with its straight, hard shaft and its proportioned plush head. A weird sentiment, I realized, and even still, I found myself wanting it in my mouth again. Something I hated doing before Ash.Before Ash. I had a feeling that would be a definitive phrase in my life. There was Before Ash and After Ash. He was lifealtering.
He took my mouth, kissing me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same moment that his head pressed against my opening, sliding between my slickslit.
"Ash," I said, breaking my mouth from his, "we don't havetime."
"There's always time for this, Lucy," he answered, then pressed inside, filled me, inch by tortuous inch. I pulsed my hips against his, moving in circles. I ached for more, itched for it; even with him deep inside my body, it wasn't enough. I needed every piece of Ash he was willing togive.
Pushing against his shoulders, I rolled him onto his back, not once losing our connection as I climbed on top ofhim.
I moved my body up and down taking him deeper than before. I could feel it as he bottomed out inside of me, hitting that deep knot, and sending my nerve endings into overdrive. With every pulsing movement, his shaft hit my clit, rubbing against it with friction andheat.
I could smell Ash surrounding me. On my flesh from the night before. A mix of his cologne and sweat and arousal and I wanted to lie in that smellforever.
Ash groaned, his hands falling heavily to my hips, guiding my rhythm faster, harder. Fucking me. This was what it felt like to be fucked. Good and hard and fast. "Oh, God, Ash," I cried out. "Please," Ipleaded.
Grasping one hand at the back of my neck, he trailed a path down my clavicle, circling over my pebbled nipples. Pinching one hard, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger before cupping my whole breast in his hand, kneading it. I threw my head back.Yes, finally. He’d been so gentle yesterday. But this was what I wanted. Raw. Rough.Hard.
His eyes never left mine, he watched my reaction in such a close way that I felt uneasy... and yet safe. Cared for. The attention was almost too much. I arched into his palm, cravingmore.
"Ash," I meant it to sound threatening, but it came out more of a moan. Those strong, capable hands slid down to my core. He rolled his thumb over my clit, gliding it up and down over the sensitivearea.
“Come, Shorty," he said. With two simple words, waves of pleasure rolled through my body. I was pretty sure I froze except for my shuddering muscles, but Ash continued pumping his cock in and out of me, churning his hips like a tornado gaining speed. I threw my head back as noises I'd never heard before echoed in the space around us. Noises I was certain I'd never made in mylifeas ripples of ecstasy pulsed through me, heat and pleasure jolting down my archedspine.
Ash groaned and I felt his hot stream spurt inside ofme.
I instantly froze—an icy feeling tumbling down my once heated spine. Like the first frost overtaking a field, I felt my intense euphoriawither.
My eyes jolted open. He was still inside of me. Oh, God. Condom. "We forgot a condom," I said,gulping.
His come dripped out from inside me as I rolled off of him, the soft bed cradling my fall. He was braced on his elbow, leaning over me, running his hand across my flushed skin. How could we be sostupid?
