Page 46 of Role Play
She nodded, eyes hooded, and looked up at me through a web of thick, black lashes. “That’s what you wanted,right?”
I grinned and felt that smile all the way to my core.She read my rules.I bent, brushing my lips gently across hers and my stomach clenched.Oh, shereallyread those rules.Because those gorgeous, plump lips of hers didn’t taste like they did earlier in the closet. They tasted like her pussy. Sweet and tangy, like she had drizzled her lips with the tiniest bit of honey. I groaned, opening my mouth and running my tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened wider for me as I stabbed my tongue deep into her mouth, driving my fingers into her soft, dark hair. God, she was exquisite. Her hesitancy and nervousness only made the victory all the sweeter and I devoured that reluctance like it was the best cut of filetmignon.
I ended the kiss, my thumbs circling her jaw as she opened her eyes, blinking up at me in wonder. Fuck, was this what I’d been missing? What Richard was talking about? The pure innocence of someone who had no idea what she was about to unearth. The sweet allure of a submissive who was only beginning to discover the pleasures of pain andcontrol.
“I read the rules,” she said, her chest rising and falling with each heavybreath.
I licked my lips, still tasting her. “I cantell.”
“I have someissues.”
I expected no less. “Is that why you were afraid to comein?”
She nodded. “More orless.”
“Let’s eat and talk after.Deal?”
“Deal.”
I pulled back, brushing the back of my knuckle across her cheekbone. God, she was gorgeous. My heart squeezed. I strived to care for all my subs. But these feelings I had with Lucy? This was different. I wanted to do more than care for her. I wanted to cherish her. Protect her. Keep her.You stupid son of a bitch, a voice said deep in my brain. It wasn’t Brie this time. It was all me. Because there was no way one night was going to beenough.
* * *
“How are the clams?”Iasked.
“They’re great,” she said, but her voicewavered.
“Nolying,” I snapped, my temper getting the best of me. I was already feeling short, unnecessarily angry over her being late. At least she was safe. And yet, those fifteen minutes of pure, undiluted panic had spiked my adrenaline, escalating into anger when I’d realized she was okay. That she was safe. And that she’d been here the whole time, not answering my fuckingtexts.
To make it worse, with that pussy flavored kiss she gave me, I knew she’d read the contract. She knew the rules I had set for us, and she chose to follow the one she liked—the kiss—and not follow the one that didn’t appeal to her—answering my calls and texts. Which only pissed me off more. Thatwasn’thow this shit worked. Answering text messages was non-negotiable. Her safety was my hardestlimit.
“I’ll try that question again… slightly revised. Why aren’t you eating your clams?” Iasked.
Her fork clattered as she intentionally dropped it against her plate. “They’re kind of cold, okay? But they’re stillgood.”
“They’re only cold because you werelate.”
“Iknow. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything. Sometimes a lie isn’t nefarious. It’s simply avoiding an obvious and uncomfortabletalk.”
“And sometimes it’s self-preservation because you don’t want to face your own mistakes. Like the fact that this iscoldbecause you werelate.”
“You know what? You’re being a real douchepop,” she snapped, taking a sip ofwater.
What the hell is that curse word? “Adouchepop?” Irepeated.
“Maybe you’re a deaf douchepop. A deaf, frozen douche. That’s what you’re actinglike.”
I shook my head, not sure I was hearing this exchange correctly. Did we switch into a scene? Was she being bratty on purpose or was this a natural thing? Either way, I kind of likedit.
She snorted and picked up her fork again. Except, she still didn’t eat. She pushed her food around the plate, spreading it out like a fucking five-year old trying to trick daddy into believing she hadeaten.
Beneath the table, my fingers twitched. I wanted to punish her. With every fucking bite of cold, rubbery clam, I wanted to take my palm to her ass. I didn’t want it pink… I wanted it red. A shade of fiery scarlet that would complement the deep red blush of hercheeks.
But it was too much. Too much, too soon. She’d barely been able to get in my damn door, let alone handle her first punishment. And if I was being honest… maybe I wasn’t ready either. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to dealing with a woman who didn’t get me. Didn’t get my lifestyle. And then there was the fear—maybe she wouldn’t like it. Maybe she’d reject the lifestyle… and in turn, she’d be rejecting me. If the fucking BDSM life is all about trust, how in the hell was I supposed to trust a woman who wasn’t even sure she wanted to be here? I stabbed another clam and shoved it into mymouth.
“What?” she interrupted mythoughts.
“Just…thinking.”
