Page 61 of Role Play
Ash
Iran a bath, filling the porcelain tub with bubbles, and the humid air with the heavy scent of somethingfloral.
With a quick glance at my cell phone, resting on top of the marble sink, I saw ten minutes had passed. Ten minutes was a long time to wait. But even still, I didn’t hear the sound of her car starting. Unless… shit. Did Smart cars have some sort of whisper engine that hardly made a sound? I resisted the urge to run to the window at the front of my upstairs landing and check the driveway. I could see it in her face; she wanted to run. But I had laid it out for her. She’d either be up soon… or shewouldn’t.
I ignored the twist of my gut at the latter. What we had just done downstairs… it went beyond a good fuck. It transcended an intense BDSM scene. What I had just experienced? I felt it in more than just my emptied balls. And I hadn’t felt a connection like thatsince…
The creak of the door stopped me from finishing that thought. That stupid, immature thought. As if a few days with Lucy could somehow compare to what Brie and Ihad.
We had only been together a week before you said you loved me.Brie’s voice. Again. Usually it was a comfort, but tonight, after feeling that connection with Lucy so deeply? Brie’s voice wasunnerving.
“Ash?” Lucy’s small, hesitant voice called from the bathroom doorway. A thick knot lodged in my throat despite my best efforts to swallow it down. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other nervously, her dark brown hair falling straight to her shoulders, an intense contrast to her flushed skin. She wore only her panties and t-shirt—no bra underneath—her nipples two tight peaks beneath the soft, thin cotton. Fuck. She wasgorgeous.
“You stayed,” I said, genuinely surprised. I wanted her to stay. It was a good thing she stayed. We both needed some intense aftercare after what happened downstairs… even though it wasn’t BDSMintensive.
But also, I was reeling. The intensity of that fuck, of how she came on my tongue, pulsing and writhing and moving her hips in needy, little circles—fuck. I was hardagain.
I reached out, taking the remaining clothes that were rumpled in her arms and folded each one, setting them on the heated towel shelf. “Come here,” I said. Then, grasping her hand, I gave her a gentle tug into the bathroom. “I made us a bubblebath.”
She swallowed visibly, and I wanted to nip the tight line of her throat where her muscles were clenching. “Why does this feel so freakingweird?”
I licked my lips. She felt it too. Whatever was going on with me, it was resonating between us in palpable tension. Like an open current of electricity—you couldn’t see it, but holy fuck, you could feel it there. It was potent and dangerous. One wrong step and one or both of us could befried.
“Like, you were just inside of me,” she continued. “And yet the idea of taking a bubble bath with you feels so…jarring.”
“Maybe you’re not used to being taken care of?” I offered. Only what I was really thinking was,Maybe I’m not used to taking care of someone.Not likethis.
Yes, I perform aftercare for all my submissives. Of course I do. We talk about the scenes that played out—what worked and what didn’t—while I massage them with oil, or care for their welts and rub Arnica on their bruises. My seasoned subs didn’t require a whole lot of emotional aftercare. Not like this. Not like Lucy. And in some ways… I needed it more than she did rightnow.
I tugged at the hem of her t-shirt, and pulled it overhead in one swift movement, folding it and placing it on top of her other clothes. Her breasts were fucking perfect. Glorious and heavy as I curved my palms around them, circling my thumbs tenderly against her pebblednipples.
Impossibly, they hardened more against my touch, and we bothmoaned.
“Isn’t this—” her voice wobbled. “Isn’t this supposed to be non-sexual?”
So she knew—at least had a basic knowledge of aftercare. What am I saying, of course she fucking knew. We were working on this film together and it was all about BDSM. She wouldn’t be very good at her job if she didn’t know the basics of what aftercarewas.
“Sensual and sexual are two very different things,” I answered, intentionally vague. “The truth is, aftercare could be whatever you and your sub need it tobe.”
I was still naked from earlier, only now my cock was hard again. My balls were tight, aching for another release. But Lucy was right, it shouldn’t happen again between us. At least not so soon after such an emotionally intense fuck. We both needed time to processthis.
But from the way her tongue trailed across her bottom lip, and her molten brown eyes lowered across my body, taking in every inch and pausing dangerously long at my cock… we might not make it out of this bath without another slippery, soapyfuck.
She tucked her fingers into the elastic waist of her panties and slid them off her curvy legs. Then, stepping forward, she climbed into the tub, hissing as she lowered into the steaming hotwater.
I crawled in after her, grabbing the washcloth and gently running it in circles over her back. The soap was slick against her wet skin and she moaned, relaxing into themovements.
“Glad you stayed?” I whispered into her ear, then nipped at it gently before pullingaway.
A smile curved on her mouth, and her glasses fogged with the steam in the bathroom. “Maybe alittle.”
“Tell me something about yourself,” I pressed. It was stunning how little I actually knew about her. How little I knew, yet how strongly Ifelt.
“Like what?” she asked, taking off her glasses and wiping away the steam from thelenses.
“Anything. Your favorite movie. Your favorite toy. Your favoriteanimal…”
“Favorite movie,” she said, shifting to face me. The movement rocked the soapy water, sloshing almost over the sides of the tub. “A Star is Born—the olderversion.”
