Page 63 of Role Play
“Riding crop,” I said, interrupting. I wasn’t doing this right now. Not during aftercare. Aftercare was supposed to be about tending toherwounds. Not mine. “That’s my favorite toy. It always leaves the perfect little rectangularwelt.”
Distract. And deflect. It was the way I lived since Brie’s death. I used sex as a distraction. Sadism to deflect. Sex. Work.BDSM.
Maybe it’s time to stop distracting yourself.Brie’s voice. Again. I groaned, my head falling back against the porcelain. Maybe it was. But that didn’t mean I was ready to admit that. To myself, to Lucy… toBrie.
Her mouth parted and a breath of air escaped. “You like seeing the welts,too?”
Too. Was that her sort of kink? She liked the marks the same way I did? “Fuck yes,” I whispered, and moved effortlessly across the tub, sliding her into my lap. Her nipples tightened from within the dissolving soapy water and my cock grew instantly harder. I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, grabbing at her bottom lip with my teeth as I pulledback.
She gasped, her slick folds cradling my erection and I moved my hips gently below her, rocking against her body. She took my hands in hers, lacing them together, and slid one of my fingers deep inside hermouth.
“We shouldn’t again tonight,” I said, hating myself a little bit. Stupid, responsible, Dominantbullshit.
“Why not?” she asked, her voicebreathy.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow as it is. And I want you feeling good and ready for more, tomorrow night afterwork.”
Her mouth dropped open just the slightest bit. “Can we just… take things slowly? No dinners out or drinks at the club. Nothing’s changed. I still don’t want anyone to think I’m sleeping with thedirector.”
“Even if youaresleeping with thedirector?”
“You know what I mean. Integrity means a lot to me. I want to earn my position. My job at the company. And not by spreading mylegs.”
“Lucy,” I brushed my fingers through her damphair.
“I mean it, Ash. That’s partially why that consent contract bothers me so much. I don’t want to signit.”
I sighed. “We can probably hold off a little, but eventually we’re going to have to inform theStudio.”
“But notyet?”
What was her deal? I understood that she didn’t want to appear like she was sleeping with the director. But filing with HR was for both of our safety. And just because we filed didn’t mean anyone other than the head of HR, and Richard, would find out. “No. Notyet.”
She breathed easier, sighing. I pushed out of the tub, grabbing two towels. Wrapping one around my waist, I draped the other around Lucy when she stood. “Are we done?” sheasked.
“We should go to sleep soon,” I said. “Early day filmingtomorrow.”
Her face dropped. “So, you really meant it when you said no more sextonight.”
“I really did.” Even though I didn’twantto mean that. “Let’s rent a movie and watch it inbed.”
Her face contorted, her eyebrows dipping between mahogany colored eyes. “I’m sleepinghere?”
I laughed, hugging her towel-clad body against mine. “Yes, you’re sleeping here. If you want to, that is. No pressure if you’d rather go home… but… well, I’d really like you to stay thenight.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “What about tomorrow at work? I don’t have a change of clothes withme.”
“Lucy,” I said, chuckling. “You wear jeans and a white t-shirt almost every day. I doubt anyone will notice if you wear yesterday’sjeans.”
She wet her lips, tugging the towel tighter around her. “What aboutunderwear?”
“You could always gocommando.”
I expected her to balk at the idea, but instead she smirked, a slow and wickedly sexy grin. “Icould…”
“Or I could toss your clothes into the laundrytonight.”
She smacked my arm. “You were going to make me go commando when you have a washer-dryerhere?!”
I laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Do I get points for comingclean?”
She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Only if I get to pick the movietonight.”
“Nope,” I answered, shaking my head. Her shocked little gasp was fucking adorable. “Because I’ve already picked it. I’m pretty sure Prime hasA Star is Bornonstreaming.”
That look of joy that beamed on her face? Fuck. It socked me in the gut. It knocked the wind out ofme.
