Page 75 of Role Play
My pulse spiked, kicking faster against my ribcage and my cock was so fucking hard. I wanted to sink deep inside of her. Wanted to swallow her whimpers of pain and let them water my seeds ofdespair.
“You’re notready.”
“I am. Or at least, ready as I’ll ever be. Ash… I find myself doing things simply so that you’ll punish me. I stormed into your office knowing it would result in something deliciously bad tonight. Why do I dothat?”
I walked forward, closing what little space was left between us. “You crave the punishments,” I whispered. She nodded even though it wasn’t really a question. “You wantpain?”
“I-I think so,” shestuttered.
“What are your safewords?” I asked. Shit, my voice was rough. Like a body being dragged throughgravel.
Her eyes widened. “You-you don’tremember?”
I wrapped her hair around my fist and with a sharp tug, yanked her head back. “I’m not asking you to repeat them formybenefit, Shorty. It’s because sometimes in the moment, submissives can forget their own safewords. So I want you to repeat them. Right now forme.”
Her wide eyes softened in acknowledgment. “Oh. Red,” shesaid.
“Is that your onlysafeword?”
“And…yellow.”
“Green for yes. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down,” I said for her, coaxing her to repeat it with me. She did, her words fast, anticipation thick in her voice. “Keep going,” I urged her. “Keep repeating them. And don’t you darecome.”
As she did, I lowered my mouth to her neck, sucking and nibbling over her silky alabaster skin. As I reached her nipple, she gasped, arching her breast against my tongue. I was met with silence and I tore my mouth from where it was latched to her nipple. “I don’t hear you,” Igrowled.
“R-red for stop. Green for yes. Yellow for slowdown.”
Better. I licked down her ribs and dipped my tongue into her belly button, her soft stomach trembling with a shattered breath. Her words tripped over one another, but she kept repeating them like a goodgirl.
Then, my tongue found her clit and I lapped at her. She was wet and creamy, so fucking ready for me already. Like ripe fruit ready to be bitten, and I devoured her, taking her hard swollen clit gently between my teeth, and running my tongue along it as I held it firmly inplace.
Her hips bucked, her knees trembling, and I heard a loud sound above me as her hands fell to the paddle bench for support. But she continued repeating hersafewords.
I stabbed my tongue inside of her and her pussy rippled around me, squeezing and tightening, but not coming. Notyet.
I slid my tongue south, my fingers digging brutally into her ass cheeks and I spread her wide for me, running my tongue over her tight pucker. Fuck how I wanted that ass. But nottonight.
“Ash—” shecried.
I stopped immediately and stood, glaring at her. I could feel a different man taking hold of my body. My emotions. I wasn’t Ash, her director right now. I was Ash, her Dominant. And my name was not her fuckingsafeword.
I stepped back, and examined her. Her pussy was now visibly wet. Glistening and juicy and pink. I’d never seen anything so magnificently sexy in mylife.
I looked down at her, sweat beginning to dot along her forehead. She licked her glistening upper lip and swallowed hard. When she opened her mouth to speak, I lifted my finger, pressing it to her bare lips. “Nuh-uh,” I said. “Not aword.”
She dipped her chin down and I smiled triumphantly.Yes, Shorty. Just like that. Eyes cast down. It only lasted a moment before she resumed looking me in the eye again. Her weight shifted nervously from one foot to the other and she crossed her arms to cover her exposedbreasts.
Again, I made a noise, clicking my tongue in disappointment. “Drop those hands or I tie themdown.”
“Christ,” she muttered, and lowered her hands to hersides.
“Sir willsuffice.”
She snorted. “I knew you had an ego… I didn’t realize you had a Godcomplex.”
My mouth twitched. Oh, she was going to pay for that. For that, for storming into my office earlier. She was going to regret all of those mistakes. And she was going to love every minute ofit.
My hands flew to her waist, spinning her to face the bench. Her back was to me as I grabbed her hands, tying each up with the silk scarf. “I didn’t move my hands!” she cried in protest. I secured her other wrist as well and narrowed my gaze as she continued complaining about the injustice. As if this isn’t exactly what she fucking wanted. She knew it. I knew it. It was time she admittedit.
