Page 99 of Role Play
His eyes drifted to the pearl necklace as well. “It was Brie’s collar. She wanted something she could wear and not look tooconspicuous.”
“It’sbeautiful.”
“Would you likeone?”
“A pearlnecklace?”
A wry grin twisted his mouth. “Acollar.”
I scrunched my nose. I knew from our movie that getting collared was huge. Like… engagement level huge for people in the BDSM community. “I don’t wear a lot of jewelry,” I said, not really answering his question. And from the look on his face, he knew I was avoiding the question. I just couldn’t see myself wearing pearls. Or diamonds. Or a traditional collar like that woman I saw in LnS the first night Ash and I hung out. It didn’t feel like me. “But maybe. If it was the right piece. And if I didn’t feel like I was being forced to wearit.”
Ash's lips parted, his eyes lighting. “Never,” he said, pushing to his feet. “Never forced. And I wasn’t officially asking you… yet. I was just curious if it was something you’d be opento.”
“Then… yes. I would be open toit.”
I glanced around Ash’s impeccably designed room andsighed.
“What’swrong?”
“You’re just—you’re so glamorous. All Hollywood glitz with your cherrywood fourposter bed and your polo shirts that cost a whole month’s rent for me. We’re like from two different worlds. It’s like you’re gold—fancy and shiny—and I’m silver. Plain, boringsilver.”
Ash crossed to me, and paused, towering over me. “You’re not silver, Luciana Rodriguez. You’re platinum. Classic. Beautiful. And you never go out ofstyle.”
I snorted, dropping my gaze to the floor, but his finger caught my chin, pulling my eyes back to his. “Silver is a soft metal that tarnishes, wears down, and damages easily. Platinum on the other hand is gorgeous, yet durable.” He bent, brushing his lips across mine. “So, while you might be right that I’m gold, you Lucy Rodriguez arenotsilver. You areplatinum.”
Warmth spiraled down my core and I gasped at his meaningful words. After another lingering kiss, he circled around back of me. He kissed my neck, his tongue circling the curve where it turned into my shoulder. “You remember yoursafewords?”
I nodded. “Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green foryes.”
"Okay then." Placing the edge of the glass to my lips, he tipped it and commanded, "Drink." I did as I was told, parting my lips and swallowing the cold, amber liquid down my throat. He took the large swallow himself, then repeated the action, placing it once again to my lips. “We’re not going to get drunk. This scotch is the only one either of us getstonight.”
He repeated this three more times, having me sip, then him sip, until the glass was empty with the exception of the half-melted spherical ice cube. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he tugged, allowing them to snap back against my skin. "Take theseoff."
I did as I was told, tossing them onto the pile of my other clothes. Then, I kicked off my ballet flats, assuming he'd want those goneto.
His eyes shifted the discarded shoes and he lifted an eyebrow. “Simon didn't say remove your shoes.” Then, moving behind me, a swift, sharp slap stung against mybackside.
I gasped, the air pulling tightly into mylungs.
“Hands behind yourback.”
It was hard to imagine this being fun with anyone except Ash. But as I felt the slick moisture gathering between my thighs, I tucked my hands together at the small of my back, waiting for the nextdemand.
Dipping his hands into the empty tumbler, he pulled out the ice cube and pressed it between mylips.
“Open,” he demanded. “Hold it in yourlips.”
I opened, taking the round ice cube between my teeth wrapping my lips aroundit.
Setting the glass on the floor, he cupped my breast, bending, and sucking on the other. My nipple pebbled into a tight nub within his mouth, cold from the chilled scotch. He nipped on the hard tip, pulling out with his teeth while he palmed my other breast, rolling the nipple between hisfingers.
A groan of pleasure came from deep within me. It wasn't very loud, the ice cube muffledit.
Between the warmth of my lips, tongue, and mouth, the ice melted, dripping a path of frigid water down over my breasts. The droplets fell like tears, and I swallowed what I could of the ice as itmelted.
Ash fell to his knees, spreading my legs, and pressing a kiss just inside of my knee. He looked up at me, his blue eyes wide and his hand-raked hair tousled. “If you drop that ice cube,” he said, “you're in trouble. Remember, I own your orgasms. And I don't want you coming until that ice cube has meltedentirely.”
I tightened my grip on my wrists behind my back. It’s not like I could answer him here like this—hands locked, mouth full. He seemed to count on that because he didn’t wait for my answer before diving between my legs and nipping the inside of mythigh.
