Page 98 of Role Play
Lucy
Ash stopped in front of a room, setting me down and pulled out a key card. He unlocked, then opened the door in front ofus.
I wanted my tongue all over his body. I wanted his hands smacking my ass. And his mouth between my legs. He held the door open for me, and I walked carefully into the dark room, knowing everything was about to change. I was entering this world blindly, trusting Ash. OnlyAsh.
He followed me inside, shutting the door behind him, and turned on thelight.
I blinked, looking around the large room. It looked like a studio apartment with smooth walls painted a dusty gray and white-accented crown molding. The fourposter bed was pushed to the furthest corner of the room. The corners of the navy and white comforter were tucked tightly into the mattress and ornate decorative pillows were assembled neatly at the headboard. The color combination was almost nautical-looking, and with those perfectly tucked corners, I couldn’t help but wonder if Ash had a cleaninglady.
Across from the bed were three doors. One in the middle, slightly ajar, looked like a bathroom. The walls were bare, with the exception of two sconces lighting the room in a warm, sexylight.
I swallowed, moving tentatively around the room. “May I…?” I asked, pointing to a door in thecorner.
He gave me a tight nod, and I turned the knob, opening up a closet. A massive closet. Some clothes hung in the back—a couple suits, some ties, jeans, and shirts. A few female garments hung as well. Corsets, skirts of varying sizes, panties, that sort ofthing.
The rest of the closet held toys… though the word “toys” didn’t seem to denote the right thing. They were torture devices. Paddles, flogs, riding crops, both large and small. It was equal parts terrifying andexciting.
I backed out of the closet, not sure of how I felt about ityet.
“The next door is the bathroom, if you need it,” Ashoffered.
“And this door?” I asked, pointing to the door on the other side of thebathroom.
“That’s to the submissive’sroom.”
I touched my fingertips to my chest. “Myroom?”
“No.” Ash was in front of me in moments, breathing heavily as he stared down. “That room was solely for the submissives I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with. It’s only yours if you need a little timealone.”
I swallowed. Time alone? Why would I need time alone? “Is that what Brie used itfor?”
His face softened. “Brie hardly ever used it. Once or twice, she would go in there to have a little quiet time. Sometimes that’s needed after an intense scene. But she never slept in there. And I’d prefer you to not sleep in there, either. Unless you feel you needto.”
I nodded. I didn’t want to sleep in there. I wanted to be here with Ash. In his bed. In hislife.
Moving first to a small kitchen in the corner, he poured himself a scotch, then took a spherical ball of ice from the freezer and dropped it inside. As he crossed the room back toward me, the ice hit the sides of his glass with a click, like the sound of heels againstmarble.
“Youready?”
Inodded.
“Words,Lucy.”
“I’m ready.” I was so ready. His touch against my lower back was gentle, and in a sweeping motion, he had my T-shirt over my head and discarded on the floor. Then with a tug, my jeans were unzipped, pooling at myankles.
His fingers, wet and cold from the sweating tumbler of scotch, brushed between my shoulder blades. With a pinch, my bra snapped open and I shivered as the red lace straps scraped down over my goose-pimpledarms.
Ash took a step back, and sat on the corner of his bed. He stared at me, his eyes roaming over my nearly naked body. With the exception of my red lace panties and ballet flats, I was completelynude.
And completely out ofplace.
He took a sip of his scotch and everything about him was totally and utterly in control. But his eyes, those intense eyes, stared me down like I was the most decadent piece of cake on the dessert table. His cock strained against his pants, pushing, pulsing towardme.
A breeze brushed over my body, pulling my gaze to a dresser where a pearl necklace lay draped across a black velvet bust, like a shrine. Instinctually I knew it wasBrie’s.
"Are you avoiding my gaze?" Ashasked.
I jerked my attention back to Ash. "No," I answered, with a rush ofair.
