Page 31 of Role Play
With my other hand still on her hip, I slid my thumb inward, applying pressure as close to her sweet cunt as I could reach; not quite touching it, but close enough that her hips bucked with the pressure. “Oh, God,” she said, her voice lower and rougher than I’d ever heard it. Her body pressed harder against me, those full breasts hitching higher as she took a deep breath into her lungs and held it with pursedlips.
I flicked out my tongue, tracing her sweet lips, still pressed into a firm line. Her hooded eyes stayed fixed onto mine as she released her breath and met my tongue with hers, gently and slowly. Licking.Exploring.
“Great,” Ben interrupted from across the room, behind us. “I just need to light one more position and then you two will bereleased.”
Release. I almost laughed. Fuck, if we didn’t need areleasesomething fierce. “Sure,” I said, my voice nearly a growl. “What’snext?”
Lucy swallowed, as I loosened my hold on her hair. She fixed the wig, straightening it on herhead.
“I need you sitting on the edge of the bed. And Holly… er, Lucy, lying across your lap. For the spankingscene.”
If I thought she froze up earlier, her muscles went absolutely rigid thistime.
“Spanking?” shewhispered.
Ben nodded. “Don’t worry. I think we can mostly fake it for the lighting purposes. I just need to make sure the light isn’t too low to blur themovement.”
She looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her face paled to an ashy hue, her breath fast and rapidly rising in her chest. I sat up and brushed my hand over hers, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat slamming against the inside of her wrist. As her eyes met mine, raw, honest fear collided with lust and passion in that simple gaze. She wanted me as much as I wanted her… and that scaredher.
Well, sweetheart, it scares me,too.
“You can say no,” I reminded her.Please don’t sayno…
In the blink of an eye, her demeanor shifted. She rolled her shoulders back, in an effort to appear in control.Don’t fake it, baby. Let me do it for you. She took one final deep breath, her mouth curving into a falsely confident smile. “I’mfine.”
She crawled off of me while I scooted to the edge of the bed. As she crawled on her hands and knees, her ass bumped into my shoulder. Firm, but lush.Fuck me. Then, slowly, she lowered herself across my lap. If her kneeling on top of me was torture… this would be my death. Her breasts curved around the outer edge of my thighs, her flat stomach pressing against my ever-hardening cock. It stabbed painfully against the restrictive cotton of my boxers and metal zipper of my pants. Her weight offered some pressure—some relief. But notenough.
“Good,” Ben said. “Um, Lucy, could you arch your back more… stick your backside outhigher.”
I groaned, and for the first time, Ben seemed to hear it, his gaze jerking to me momentarily. A smile threatened to twitch at his mouth, but he managed to suppress it. Good thing, because I may have shoved the light meter up his ass if he had laughed rightthen.
Those sorry excuses for shorts were riding up Lucy’s ass, revealing the bottom curve of her cheeks and smooth upper thighs. She arched her back harder against my cock and rotated her head to look up atme.
I lifted a brow down at her. “Enjoying theshow?”
“Not as much as I’m sure youare.”
“Pretty sure Judy Garland would never tease a man like this…” Isaid.
Her smile climbed higher. “Maybe. Maybe not. But Liza sure as hellwould.”
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Lucy
Holy shit, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Ash wanted me. Like blaringly obvious, hard-dick-against-my-body, wanted me hot andnaked.
And what was crazier… I wanted him, too. For the first time in my life, I wanted a guy enough to perhaps give into this burning curiosity I had about BDSM. Despite all the odds. Despite my history and my dad and that itching feeling in my gut telling me to run in the opposite direction. I wanted Ash enough to ignore the red flags and warning signs flashing all around me. I wanted him enough to go back on a promise I had made to myself as achild.
Or didI?
This was a man who got off on hitting and spanking women. One half of my brain told me to run from these urges. Run and don’t look back. Don’t end up like my mother with a man who enjoyed causing emotional and physical pain. But the other half of my brainknewAsh wasn’t like my father. Or rather… maybe my heart knew it. He may bruise my body, but he would nevertrulyhurtme.
The dampness between my legs was soaking through and I was sure if Ash couldn’t see it, he could probably feel it. His hard length pushed into my belly and every cell of my body was screaming for morecontact.
I wanted to feel Ash bring his palm down on my ass. I wanted to feel a sting that elicited both a surge of pain and pleasure. I wanted the marks, red and angry welts that would brand me as his and only his. The flesh between my legs pulsed, greedy, wanting so much more than what I was currently getting. My body actually ached, swollen, like everything beneath my skin was two sizes too large and pressingoutward.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the heavy pulses of blood rushing between mylegs.
