Page 52 of Role Play
Sweet, delicious agony that hit me in all the right places. I loved that pain. I deserved it. I loved keeping it alive and a part of me. Which was probably one of the many reasons I enjoyed inflicting pain on others so fuckingmuch.
Yep, that right there. That was exactly what Ididn’twant to explore. I wanted to fuck. Forget myself inside of Lucy.Focus on her.Bending, I wrapped my mouth over her nipple, sucking her right through the silky material of her bra. A grunt escaped from her as she tossed her head back and I tugged at the cups of her bra, her breasts spillingout.
I kissed my way up her neck, pausing briefly at her mouth before traveling back down to her other nipple, this one bare against my tongue. It was my turn to moan as I took her breast into my mouth, suckling and nibbling at her tight, texturednipple.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” I said, forcing myself to pull back from her body. With a quick flick of my fingers, I had her bra undone and tossed on the floor beside the rest of herclothes.
I could get lost in her. Spend an entire day devouring and tasting the various parts of her body. Exploring her flesh. My breath was ragged as I stared at her gorgeous, nakedbody.
But she wiggled under my gaze, brushing her palm over her goose pebbled flesh and shifting nervously from one foot to the other. “Stop,” I breathed. “Stop fidgeting. You aregorgeous.”
“I would feel better if you were naked,too.”
I pulled a sharp breath into my lungs, my cock lurching. “Would you likethat?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze dipping to the growing bulge in mypants.
Well, fuck me. My eyes shifted to the table where the discarded food and contracts sat and I groaned. The contracts. Shit. I was fucking everything up. Nothing was supposed to happen until we went over those stupid contracts. Discussed all our limits—soft, hard and everything in between. What the hell was it about Lucy that made following the rules so hard? My rules, her rules… it was impossible. She tipped my world on an axis that I wasn’t ready for, and had no idea how to get it right side upagain.
“What?” Lucy moved her arm across her ample breasts, barely able to cover herself. Her breasts full and heavy, her nipples tight and pink and calling for moreattention.
“I just moved us into a physical relationship when we haven’t even finished talking about the contracts. We literally discussed one aspect of it before I couldn’t help myself, and tore your clothesoff.”
She lifted a brow. “Well, I wouldn’t say you tore my clothes off. It was more of a slowshedding.”
“The bottom line is that we need to finish with the contracts first. I’m setting a terrible example of how a Dom is supposed to prep ascene.”
“Did this happen with other submissives…?” she let the question trail off. “Not that I’m a submissive. I mean, not really. Notofficially.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it… she was so goddamn cute. This habit she had of rambling when she got nervous was so fucking endearing, something in my gut squeezed with the nervous way she adjusted herglasses.
My poor, sweet girl. She was so uncomfortable. No matter what we did next, I needed to make her feel safer. More comfortable. And that either entailed letting her get dressed and cover herself up...or…
I tugged my shirt overhead and shoved my pants down to the floor, ignoring Lucy’s sexy little gasp. I stood there only in my black boxer briefs, my breathing just as heavy ashers.
“What are you doing?” sheasked.
“Getting undressed. I don’t want you putting clothes back on… and you don’t want to be the only one naked.So…”
Her eyes drifted down to my cock, harder than a fucking steel pipe and pushing against the high thread count cotton of my boxer briefs. “Oh…” she said in a gushingbreath.
“That seems to be your favorite wordtonight.”
She swallowed. “I don’t really know what elsetosay.”
“Say yes.” My voice was low and husky, graveled with need, as I tugged at the elastic of my boxer briefs, awaiting herconsent.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes locked on my sheatheddick.
Thank God. I shoved the boxer briefs down to the floor, my cock springing free from within the cotton shackles. I was thick and veined and practically pulsing to be inside of her. “So what do you say we finish thesecontracts?”
Her eyes didn’t stray from my cock and it took several long moments before she shook her head, looking up at me. “Huh?”
My smirk twitched higher. “I said, let’s finish discussing thesecontracts.”
“Like this?” shesqueaked.
“If you think you can stop staring,” I challenged. She responded just as I thought she would from the limited experience I’d had with her. Her shoulders rolled back, her spine stiffening as she stood straighter—not backing down, but rising to thechallenge.
“You’re one to talk,” she said, then spun around, yanking her chair out and sat back down, gathering the contracts in hand. “Well? Let’s do this so we can fuckalready.”
