Page 57 of Role Play
A low, satisfied groan slipped between his parted lips and he twisted his fingers around my nipple. With his other hand still holding my hair, he pulled my face close to his and whispered, “Your safeword is not a word right now. If you need me to stop, raise your hands in the air and snap. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes.”
“Sir,” he said, pinching harder. “Yes, Sir. We need to work on how you address me,” he growled. “Now, open your mouth.” He released his hold on my nipple, and I immediately glanced down, staring at the deep red of the one he’d let go of in comparison to the other he hadn’t touched. It was a rich scarlet that contrasted my pale breast. The red mark was sexier than the action itself. I wanted more. Darker marks. Marks that would last beyond our tryst so that I could remember him well beyondtonight.
I took a deep breath and parted my lips for him. I fully expected him to shove his cock inside, but instead, he pulled my mouth to his, kissing me long and deep, delving his tongue inside, licking against mine. His moan rocked through my body, vibrating in mycore.
He finished kissing me with another sharp yank and pulled my face between hislegs.
My yelp of surprise was stifled, muffled by his cock forced into my mouth. I pressed my tongue to the underside, resisting a gag as his thick head hit the back of my throat. He yanked my hair back, pulling me away from him, and I increased suction, hollowing my cheeks. My glasses slipped down my nose as he paused, giving me a moment to catch my breath. He pulled my face level once more, and I looked up at him through watery eyes, as he asked, “Are you going to address me asSir?”
My racing pulse thundered in my ears. “No.” Between my thighs, I was drenched. The display was both intoxicating and humiliating. I wanted to both fuck him and slap him at the sametime.
He wasted no time, shoving his cock between my lips once more and forcing his way to the back of my throat, only this time I was more prepared. I opened wider, breathing, ready for the welcome intrusion. He did all the work, pumping his hips in and out of my mouth, pushing deeper and harder with eachmovement.
A tear slid down my cheek as I breathed through my nose, forcing my body to relax against the gag reflex threatening the back of mythroat.
“Luciana,” he murmured above me. Simply hearing my name in his low, graveled voice had me squirming for more. Wanting to give him everything. And for a brief, fleeting moment, I even wanted to call him Sir. Instead, I relaxed my throat, opening it wider, and his cock went deeper. “Holy fuck, Lucy.” His cock slid deeper down my throat, his hips thrusting fiercely—harder intome.
It was hard to breathe, and more tears were streaking my face, probably washing away what little bit of mascara I was wearing. But even though it was uncomfortable, I loved it. I wanted more. Harder. I wanted him to use me. Fuck me. My sex pulsed, needing attention. He had to take care of me, right? He wouldn’t leave me aching and needy for a whole other night, simply because I wouldn’t call him Sir? Wouldhe?
His movements were savage and merciless as he brutally shoved inside my mouth over and over. But it was also exhilarating in the most hedonistic way. Behind my back, my fingers clutched at each other, my shoulders aching almost as much as my rawthroat.
And then, as abruptly as it started, it stopped. Ash yanked my face away from his hard cock, glistening and wet, and he pulled me up. I gasped for breath, my lungs stinging as Iinhaled.
“That was…” his voice faded and he shook his head, one hand still threaded roughly in my hair while he swiped his thumb beneath my glasses with the other, wiping away the tears and straightening them on my nose. “You are magnificent, Shorty. I have to fuck you. Please tell me I can fuck younow.”
“God, yes,” Iwhispered.
My toes spread against the hardwood floors, grounding me. Keeping me centered. He wiped away my tear-stained cheeks and kicked the chair away, laying me gently on my back. Then, lunging for his pants across the room, he rummaged in the pocket. As he approached me once more, he held something in his palm. He crawled over me, lowering himself down against mybody.
This time, when he threaded his fingers into my hair it was gentle. His free hand curled around the back of my neck, tilting my lips to meet his. “I should punish you,” he said. “I should torture you all night until you’re begging me to let youcome.”
He palmed my breast, still sensitive from his pinching earlier, and I arched off the cool wood floors, pushing myself harder into his hand.No, God, please no. No more torture.He continued his hands in a path down my body until his fingers found my pussy, driving deep insideme.
Despite my raw throat, I moaned, my voice raspier than normal. Other than that moan, I stayed silent, afraid that anything I said might trigger him to not give me what I needed. Because I did—I needed it. More than I needed to be spanked or tied. I just needed to come. Maybe Ash sensed that. Maybe he sensed that this wasn’t the night to push his rules onto me. Or maybe he just needed the release as much as Idid.
Above me, I heard the sound of a wrapper tearing, and opened my eyes to find him sheathing his dick with a condom. Heat spiked against my pelvis as he drove his hips between my legs, positioning his head at myopening.
“Tell me you want this, Lucy,” Ash growled, his hooded gaze steeled onto me. Those eyes like a pale blue sky peeking through the gray stormclouds.
“I wantthis.”
He snatched my hands, pinning them above my head, and trailed his nose up the length of my neck. “Call me Sir,” he whispered. His voice cracked, a desperate lilt to it that I hadn’t heard in himbefore.
Don’t give in. Don’t let his magic penis change your values.“No,” I whispered. And at this point, it felt like a game. A game we were both winning and losing all at once. He pushed his cock just the tiniest bit more against my wet opening and I spread wider for him, squeezing my muscles around his length. He let loose with a tortured growl that would have rattled me if I hadn’t been so fucking turnedon.
With his hands still clutching mine above my head, his arms shook, holding himself over my body. My heartbeat became erratic, speeding up and slowing down in unpredictably chaoticrhythms.
“Why won’t you say it?” he asked. The moment was so beautifully vulnerable and so surprisingly contrasted to the man who had been nothing but in control since the moment we met. It took my breathaway.
If saying ‘Sir’ was the only bit of power I had left over him, then I was going to embrace that and grasp onto it with every bit of strength that was left inside of me. He waited, his face twisted, eyes turned down, mouth pressed into a tight line. I pulled back to examine him, braced above me. He was so absolutely stunning. This vision of dark hair, fair eyes, peppered scruff, and so deliciously male, I couldn’t believe or understand why in the shit he was here with me. Bracing himself over top of me, the tip of his cock teased my neglectedsex.
Slowly, I stretched my neck and kissed him, wedging his lips open with my tongue. He didn’t respond to my kiss, but didn’t push me away either. When I finished, I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “Because you haven’t earned it,yet.”
Those tensed lips twisted in such a way that I couldn’t decipher if they were smiling or grimacing. A gulp wedged in my throat and I squeezed his hands where they still braced his weight againstmine.
Leaning down, he bit a path starting at the center of my cleavage down the base of my ribs, each bite getting increasingly harder until I yelped at the final one, just above my bellybutton.
