Page 49 of Role Play
“What if I mess up?” Lucy asked. “Have an off-nightagain?”
That was a damn good question. My instinct would be to punish her, but ultimately, that would do more harm than good for Lucy. Could I do that? Truly relinquish the control and trust my sub to be healthy and not punish when she isn’t? Because Lucy didn’t need a punishment when it came to food. She needed to be nurtured. Cared for. Supported. “I might be upset… I can’t help that reaction I have because ofmypersonal history with food and eating. But… in terms of our BDSM scenes, that is something I will never punish you for. Scenes are playtime. Real life anger will never be taken into our scenes. Does that makesense?”
She nodded. “I think so. So then, what kind of things will I get punishedfor?”
“Being bratty for one,” I said, my smile spreading oncemore.
“Oh boy…” she said. “That’s going to bea lotof punishments,then.”
I relaxed a little as the playful banter returned. “I’m counting onit.”
I crashed my lips against hers, diving my hands into her hair. I was instantly aroused and if I was being honest with myself, I had been since she kissed me with her pussy-coated lips. Her tongue sliced into my mouth, hot and silky and I sucked on ithard.
A low groan rumbled against her delicate throat as I withdrew my mouth fromhers.
“Maybe we can make tonight’s dinner kind of fun,” I said, sitting back down in front ofher.
She eyed me cautiously, the intoxicating effects of my kiss wearing off and she pressed her mouth into a hard line. “Fun?”
“Fun is the goal,” I said. “Fun isalwaysthe goal. With this game, there will be no punishments. But if you’re not enjoying it, you know the safewords. Feel free to use them if it’s too much.” I reached out, my knuckles skimming her abdomen as I slipped open the button of her jeans, leisurely tugging the zipper down. But inside? I felt anything butleisurely.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes impossibly darkening. “Thatkind of fun.” Pressing her palms into the table, she lifted herself up as I slid her pants off, discarding them on the floor by my feet. She was in a different pair of panties now than earlier at lunch in the closet. These were silky lace and barely covered anything. Just the smallest strip of material concealing her ripe, swollen flesh—pink and ready for me. I brushed my forefinger down the length of her lace veiled-sex, and a shudder rocked through her body at my touch. The material between her legs was drenched. Saturated with arousal.Holy fuck.She was already soaked forme.
My mouth turned up in a brief smile and I leaned in until my lips brushed against her ear. “Why don’t you take a bite of kale and see whathappens?”
She hesitated for only a brief moment before she leaned down, grabbing the fork and taking a bite. I waited, my lips centimeters from her flesh. I watched as she chewed quickly, swallowing herbite.
I wrapped my lips around her ear, working my tongue in gentle circles and added pressure against her clit, stroking her through her panties. My teeth graze her ear, nibbling as I finished and pulled back to look at her. With my other hand, I wound her hair at the nape of her neck around my fist and gave it a tug so that her eyes popped open to look atme.
Heat spiked in my body. Those brown eyes of hers were a rich, velvety brown and my cock grew painfully hard, not for the first time that day. With the continued strokes against her panty-clad clit, her breathing increased. “Why don’t you see what happens with anotherbite?”
She scrambled to stab the fork into the kale once again—this time, chewing and swallowing faster. I smiled, flicking my fingers beneath the silky material of her panties and tugging it aside, revealing her swollen, pink sex. I swallowed my gasp at the sight—so fucking perfect. So fucking ready for me, I could practically see that gorgeous pussy quivering with need. It begged for a good cock. Instead, I ran my finger down the trimmed landing strip. Freshly shaved—not waxed. But that was okay. Waxing meant we would have had to wait. I couldn’t fucking wait. Not anothersecond.
I dipped my finger into her wet, heated desire, gathering her pussy juice on my finger before gliding up to her clit and circling it with increasedpressure.
She moaned, her legs spreading wider. “Yes,” she hissed. “Please,Ash.”
I pinched her, the sharp movement a heavy contrast to the soft strokes. She gave out a yelp. “You call me ‘Sir,’remember?”
Her throat worked with a thickswallow.
Not an acceptance. Not an acknowledgment. Brie had been so quick to call me Sir. To give herself over to mefully.
The warring emotions battled inside of me and I couldn’t tell who the fuck was winning the war. Bitter memories of Brie, or the joy of helping Lucy find her way into this lifestyle. I couldn’t keep her. I knew that. No one would replace Brie—but I could give her the same gift Brie gave me when she trained me as a Dom. The gift of BDSM. The gift ofrelease.
And fuck, it was going to begood.
“Another bite,” I growled. I wanted to do more to her. Wanted to make her feel so fucking good. But not without her earningit.
She did as she was told, swallowing another bite. This time, I pushed a finger inside of her, her sweet sex clamping around it.Sofucking wet and tight. I pumped that finger, watching as her pale face flushed the same perfect shade of pink as her pussy lips. She fell back, pushing her hips toward me like the greedy, sweet girl shewas.
“Oh, God,” shewhispered.
“Don’t you fucking come. Not until you finish eating the salad,” I demanded. “Anotherbite.”
This time, she loaded her fork, taking a clam into her mouth. I pushed a second finger inside of her, pulsing them in and out while stroking her clit with my thumb. “Good girl,” I cooed and she melted, squeezing around my fingers. “You don’t have to eat the clams. I know they’re cold,” Isaid.
But she didn’t listen, taking another bite. I leaned over, inhaling her sweet scent deeply before licking her clit in one firm stroke of my tongue. She cried out, her hands diving into my hair. Gripping me.Oh, fuckno.
