Page 47 of Role Play
She swallowed. “About?”
I cleared my throat, taking a sip of beer. It was frothy and cold and I got a mouthful of head.She’ll be getting a mouthful of head soon.Ismiled.
“Seriously,what?” she asked. “Why are you smiling?” I stayed silent, staring at her from across the table. Her eyes narrowed from beneath those black, rectangular-framed eye glasses. “IfI’mnot allowed to lie, thenyouaren’teither.”
“Fine.” Wiping my mouth with my napkin, I threw it down beside my half-eaten plate, slid out of my seat and stalked over to her. I yanked her chair back, pulling it away from the table and she yelped in surprise. With her chair tipped back, I looked at her upside down. “You want to know what I’m fucking thinking? I’m thinking about all the ways I could punish you for making me wait while you paced outside.” She opened her mouth to speak and I cut her off before she could. “I’m thinking about how hard I would paddle your ass for calling me a… what was it…douchenozzle?”
She swallowed, then answered, her voice small, “Um… pop. Adouchepop.”
“That’s right. Adeaf, frozendouchepop.’
She raised a finger in the air. “Frozen douchepop is actuallyredundant…”
I snarled. Was she trying to be cute? It was cute. Cute and infuriating which was not a combination I was used to. “I’m thinking about how to tie you up. What toys I can use to paddle your tight, alabaster ass. How I could shove my cock in your mouth every time you try to talk back tome.”
She swallowed, her brown eyes widening and pupils dilating to wide, black orbs. With a lick of her lips, she said, “I didn’t come inside right away because I wasnervous. Not because I was trying to piss youoff.”
“Fine. But you could have answered mytexts.”
“You would have come out and gotten me. I wasn’t readyyet.”
I shook my head in response, even though she was one hundred percent correct. “It still isn’t acceptable. And it still deserves to bepunished.”
She huffed a laugh that gargled at the back of her throat. “And spanking me like a child is how you’ll accomplish that?” But it wasn’t disgust in her eyes… it was excitement. A gleam of anticipation that I recognized immediately because I’d seen it on set earlier thatday.
“If you’re going to act like a bratty child, then you’ll get punished like a brattychild.”
I dropped her chair so that all four legs were once again on the ground and circled to face her. My hard cock fell right in line with those pink lips of hers and I swallowed a groan. I wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth so goddamned badly. “Spanking is both punishment and reward for some subs. It can be both at the same time or only one. But I think you know thatalready.”
“Fine,” she said. Her eyes dipped to the ground momentarily, but quickly jerked back to match my eyes. Like she almost gave into her submissive nature, but forced herself to fight it. “But you and I need to hash some shit out first. I’m not okay with all these rules you laid out. And I’m not okay with being punished before we dothat.”
Yeah, we sure as shit needed to hash some stuff out.Iwas the one who told her that in the first place.Iwas the one who gave her the contracts to read with the intent of talking about them. Wasn’t that fucking obvious? “The whole plan tonight,” I said, “was that you were to read the contracts. Come over. Have dinner. Discuss the rules. And have lots of orgasms. I told youthat.”
“Well, I didn’t expect the contracts to be so, so…detailed. And what the hell is up with this one night thing? The plan is to eat, hash out an eleven page contract, and fuck all in a couple of hours? I don’t fucking buyit.”
Her brown eyes flashed defiantly and that spark lit something primal deep inside me. God, I loved the fight. Almost as much as I loved control. But the fight? Full of passion and defiance, fuck it was hot. One of my favorite things about being with Brie was when she would fight me forpower.
I gulped, closing my eyes briefly, and pushed Brie from my thoughts. No. Not tonight. If I was truly only allowing myself one night with Lucy, then I couldn’t start comparing Brie. Because nothing could compare. It wasn’t fair to Lucy. It wasn’t fair tome.
Then why did you bring her here to our house?Her voice echoed in the deep recesses of my mind, needling me in a way only Brie could everdo.
Because it was the better alternative than having to go back to the first place I kissed you,I reasoned with her. I mean, me. Shit. I was fighting with the voices in my own fucking head now. That was a newone.
“For the record, I never said one night. I said we needed to get each other out of our systems. I actually think it was you who said onenight.”
She opened her mouth to respond, then snapped it shut without uttering aword.
“I did, didn’t I?” shewhispered.
“I didn’t want to limit us to one night. We might have such an incredible time, that we decide to extend this and have a scene on the weekend. But whether we’re having a quickie in the closet or a month’s retreat together, the contracts are absolutely necessary. When you mess around with limits, understanding each other and making sure consent is there before, after, and during a scene is so important. So maybe this will be one night. Or maybe it’ll be one month. Either way, contracts are anecessity.”
She nodded. “That—that makes more sensenow.”
Doubt resonated in me. A hollow, echoed feeling in my gut. What if I can’t train her into the lifestyle? What if I fuck up and she ends up hating it? She was already so responsive. Her desire to please shuddered down my spine, coiling hot around myinsides.
I took another deep breath and pushed a section of dark brown hair out of Lucy’s face, tucking it behind her ear. My gaze flicked briefly to her plate, the food hardly touched. Then, sliding my hand into hers, I tugged her to her feet. I wrapped my hands around her waist, lifting Lucy up, and sitting her onto the top of the mahogany dining table. The same table Brie and I had shopped for together, a month after she moved in. “Take a bite of clams,” Isaid.
The black frames of her glasses slid down the bridge of her scrunched nose and she pushed them back up with the tips of her fingers. “I told you, it’scold.”
