Page 30 of Role Play
“Don’t?” I repeated, and her cheeks flushed pink as she lookedaway.
“I mean… it’s fine. Don’t do that on myaccount.”
Beside us, Ben turned on some lights, pointing them toward the bed. One light had blue filters covering the cool glow, mimicking the look of the moon. The light spilled over her body, illuminating her pale skin with an iridescent glow, likemarble.
Ben circled the bed, giving a sigh. "Well, this lighting certainly emphasizes her curves. But Marlena is slimmer, so it should befine.”
Ben's retreating footsteps thundered in my ears. Lucy’s smile dropped, as did her gaze, jet-black eyelashes curving against the flush of her cheek. Against my better judgment, I lifted my hand, gently brushing my fingers over the light spray of freckles at her cheekbone. “Ben’s a dick. Your curves aregorgeous.”
Damn it all if her breath didn’t catch. If her eyes didn’t jerk to mine. And if her teeth didn’t bite down on that bottom lip. Dragging my fingers down her face, I pinched her chin, freeing her lip from the shackles of those teeth. Beneath my hand on her hip, I felt her muscles tense. Her body jerked over mine, sliding her sex against mycock.
Angst and doubt radiated out of her. Every breath, every glance, every movement that showed her uncertainty chipped away at my resolve. I could help her. This movie could help her. She was more like Holly than I realized before. ShewasHolly.
I had to experiment. I had to try something in the safety here, where it looked like we weresupposedto be doing this. "Lucy," I said, my voice quiet but firm. Commanding. "Is that your fullname?"
She shook her head. "It's short forLuciana."
"Luciana," I breathed her name like it could give me life. Like it was air itself. "That's a beautifulname."
“It’s from my father’s side of the family. He’s half-Italian, half-Mexican,” she said, continuing to look at the bed as though it fascinated her. She chuckled softly. “I debated changing my name after he left us, but my mom wouldn’t allow it when I wasyounger.”
“And when you were eighteen?” I asked, wanting to know more. Wanting to know…everything.
She brought one delicate shoulder to her ear. “By the time I turned eighteen, it was… I don’t know, moremyname than his by that point. I had lived with it for so long, it didn’t feel like it was a part of my father anymore. It felt like…me.”
“I’m glad you didn’t change it. It’s a beautifulname.”
She continued casting her eyes down at the edge of the bed. Refusing to make eye contact with me. I swallowed hard and in a quiet, but authoritative voice, I demanded, “Look at me, Luciana.” I didn't need a booming voice. I didn't need a paddle. All I needed was myself. My dominance. That was what this was about. The other toys were just that—toys. Tools and games, things to make the experience fun and escalated. But this? This communication between two opposite types of people; both who wanted the same thing in two very different ways. The connection that came between opposing sides of magnets and the inexplicable draw they had toward one another—that’s what this lifestyle was. It’s what I had to showLucy.
Her brown eyes lifted to me. Wild and bewildered, I was certain she didn’t know why she listened. Why she obeyed—but the fact that she did was what mattered. The driving need to please me. I’d seen it before in so many subs and yet none of them called to me like she did. None of them stabbed at my heart and pulled my soul like shedid.
Except for one.Brie.
I swallowed the icy pain, ignoring it for now. “Don’t stop looking at me,” I said. Then, from where my hand still cupped her jaw, I dragged it down her body. Over the taut lines at her neck. Across the sinews of her shoulder. Down the soft, lush curve of her breast. My fingers played her ribs, strumming gently over them like guitar strings, until my palm landed back on her hip. Her breath, shallow and hot, hit my face. Her once wet lips were now dry from where they were parted with eachbreath.
But those eyes—they remained fastened onto mine.Just as I haddemanded.
I squeezed her hips harder than was appropriate, but not enough to truly hurt her. She whimpered, eyes fluttering closed for a fraction of a second before they jolted open again, latching back onto mine. Like she knew that flutter of her eyes was disobeying my order to look at me.Goodgirl.
I pushed my hips up, my cock so hard it was painful. “Touch me,” I ordered, my voice urgent despite thewhisper.
Her eyes widened and her gaze jerked between our legs where my erection pressed into her soft folds. I chuckled, the noise raspy and deep. “Notthere. Touch myarms.”
She exhaled a shaky breath, her smile wobbling, but more relaxed than a moment before. Her fingertips grazed over my biceps, sliding up until her warm palms rested on my shoulders. Her passive touch betrayed the intensity burning in her eyes. Her hand rolled over my clavicle and down my chest. A shuddering breath ripped through me as her fingers reached myribcage.
“That’s great, you guys,” Ben said from somewhere behind us. He sounded far away even though I knew he wasn’t. “I just have to set a couple more of the side lights. It’ll be a few moreminutes.”
Lucy’s eyes darted open, wide, shocked. Her muscles tensed and she pulled back from me,surprised.
“Ignore him,” I whispered, brushing my thumb across her tightjaw.
Mid-breath, she relaxed, sitting harder against my cock and settling my hard length into the soft warmth between her legs. I groaned quietly, delighting in her gasp. I was hard as fuck, hot as hell, and more than anything I just wanted to tear off those boyshorts and plunge inside of her over andover.
Her hands flew back to my shoulders, fingers curling around the taut muscles as the tension between us grew thicker like a storm rolling in over a violentocean.
I dragged my hand back from where it cupped her jaw, tangling my fingers into the wig. The acrylic strands were coarse and stiff between my fingers. Scooping my hand beneath the wig, I caught a handful of her real hair and wound it in my fingers, tugging the strands as tight as I could from within the confines of thecostume.
This time, her gasp was more of a whimper and she searched my face, her mouth dipping closer to mine. Her lips hovered above me, so close I could almost taste her. Craning my neck, I brushed my mouth gently across hers, feeling the surge of air as she released a breath against me. “Don’t worry,” I whispered, opening my eyes and looking over her shoulder. Ben and Erik were on the other side of the room, barely paying attention to us. Their attention was fixated on the lights and the gels and running around making adjustments. “They can’t see us from where theyare.”
