Page 50 of Role Play
I didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to halt the pleasure, halt the game for punishment, but I had to. Grabbing my hair? Hell no. Not if I didn’t say to do it. A night with me was like X-rated Simon Says. And if I didn’t tell her to grab my hair, then she better not. I removed my fingers from inside of her, leaning back in thechair.
She sat there on my table, panting, red-faced, legs spread—a quivering, needy, swollen woman. “What—?”
“You think you can dive your hands into my hair without permission? ‘Fraid not, sweetgirl.”
On the outside, I was completely composed. Leaning back casually, legs spread, my arm slung haphazardly on the arm of the dining chair. But inside, I was just as needy as she was. My cock was a fucking beast in my pants, screaming to bereleased.
“I’m sorry,” she panted. “I didn’tknow.”
“And now you do,” I said. “Standup.”
She slid off the table, scrambling to her feet. I could actually see her knees shaking. The white t-shirt she wore slid up above her belly button and her flat, firm stomach trembled with a heavybreath.
“Turn around. Bend over, palms on thetable.”
“Why?”
I gnashed my teeth together. “Because you broke the rules. And because Isaidso.” I also shoved myself to my feet, moving close to her face as I said, “And because you know you fucking want to. And if you don’t want to, you know what to say,right?”
She nodded and turned. Slowly, she bent, putting her hands to the table. “Eyes forward,” I said. Mostly because I couldn’t look into those brown eyes without wanting to shove my cock deep insideher.
My breath turned shallow as I slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her tight ass and slick slit. I wanted to do more than just spank her. I wanted to feel my paddle slice through the air and smack into her tenderflesh.
I ran my finger up the back of her thigh, stopping just short of her curvy ass. But God I didn’t want to. Her opening spread just the tiniest bit for me in that position, wet and ready to be fucked. But I stopped. I pulled back, folding my arms to stop myself from touching her again. This was my favorite part. The best moment of any spanking. When I sat back and admired my sweet girl as she waited—sometimes not so patiently. I loved to see how long it would take her until she was squirming, aching for my touch—no matter how hard or soft that might be. And when it was soft, it usually primed her for somethingharder.
So, Iwaited.
And waited. Not even checking my watch. Several minutes passed. Long, tense minutes until Lucy snuck a peek over her shoulder at me. Naughtygirl.
“I said eyes forward,” I snapped. She narrowed her eyes defiantly, but did what I asked, jerking her headforward.
“What are you waiting for?” sheasked.
A defensive growl tore from my mouth. “I don’t have to explain myself toyou.”
“You do if you want me to stay. If you want me to learn and enjoy the experience,” she threw right back at me. And it wasn’t the fact that she spoke back, but the fact that she was correct that left mespeechless.
Shit, in the moment, I completely forgot that I was supposed to be teaching her… training her. “I’m waiting,” I explained, “to build anticipation. It’s my favorite part… I hold out as long as I can because I love watching you squirm. The longer I wait, the more you will want what Igive.”
She paused. “Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all I fuckingget?”
“Oh…kay?”
Now she was just being a smartass. For that, I was going to make her wait even longer. Make that exquisite pussy of hers longingly clench, awaiting the strike of myhand.
After another few minutes and several impatient sighs, I released her from her misery. Slowly, I dragged my fingers up the backs of her thighs, the weight of my touch, barely a feather. “What’s your favorite way to come, sweetgirl?”
“I—ah!” I brought my hand down hard on her ass, not holding back. Not like earlier on set. Hell, not even like in the closet. In the closet, I’d been rough, but not at full force. Even now, I wasn’t sure she was ready forthat.
Her breath heaved, a ragged, heavysound.
“So?” I tried again, only now I was brushing my fingers gently across where I had struck her, edging them closer and closer to her wet opening. “What’s your favorite way to come? A tongue flicking your clit?” I brushed my fingertip over her bundle of nerves to emphasize the question and her back arched into my touch, begging for more without uttering a single word. “Fingers in your pussy?” I slid my fingers down, brushing against her saturated folds. “Or maybe in your ass?” With a quick movement, I had my fingers pressed against her tight rosebud ass, before pulling my hands back entirely. “Or do you come with a giant cock driving in and out ofyou?”
She shifted her weight, a subtle movement, and with it she spread her legs wider. Opening herself to me. An offering, much in the same way she had offered her lips for a kiss at the beginning of the night. “I—”
Nope. She took too long to answer. I struck her hard, landing directly on her wet opening. She was ready for it. Her knees braced, hamstrings tight with her stance. If I wasn’t mistaken, it looked like she even leaned into my palm. Which was more than a little fuckinghot.
