Page 53 of Role Play
Lucy
Holy shit. That was one perfect cock, if I’d ever seen one. Granted, I didn’t have a huge frame of reference for cock comparisons, but as far as I knew… this was a good one. Thick and long and a single vein on the underside, trailing toward a plump, velvetyhead.
And now I was expected to focus on these contracts? Seriously? At this point, with my arousal dripping down my thighs, I would have agreed to just about anything on those sheets of paper. Hit me with a paddle? Yes. Freaking fine. Touch him at all times in public? Yep, done. Fuck him in the middle of an active volcano while the Queen of England watches? Yes. For Christ’s sake, yes. Pour the tea, Your Majesty, because you’re about to get a fucking show! That’s how desperate I felt. How utterly torn apart and itchy and needy I was—that I would be willing to get down and dirty in front ofroyalty.
But no. First, we had to go over all kinds of limits—hard and soft. And discuss the various list of requirements he had for me—most of which I was pretty fucking certain were goddamninsane.
“So, what are your hardlimits?”
Hard. The only hard thing I could think about was Ash and his perfect, hard penis. My face heated and I dropped my gaze to the table where, just below, I knew Ash’s naked cock was. I stared hard at that table, like I had x-ray vision. Finally, mind still blank, Ishrugged.
“Well, what don’t youlike?”
Relax, Lucy. You’re not a fucking virgin here. Just tell the man what you like and don’t like.Except it had been so long since I’d been with a man—and even then, it was only Brian. The boyfriend my mother chose for me. I only knew one type of dick. One type of sex. And, well, it was pretty mediocre. Sure, I had hooked up with guys when I was in my sorority, but I’d never had sex with any of them. I was the “everything but”girl.
“What are your limits?” I asked,instead.
“No cutting, piercing, or blood play,” he said. “Nothing that covers the face or hides the face. I like looking at my gorgeous subs.” He paused, winking at me in a way that suggested he knew how charming he was. It was irritating as hell. And sexy at the same time. “No scat. No urineplay—”
“Oh my God.” The words were out before I could stop myself. Okay… I didn’t quite know what I was expecting him to say… but it wasn’tthat.
“You agree to those hardlimits?”
“Um…yeah.”
“Anything you want toadd?”
Probably a million things and yet my mind was still totally and utterly blank. Fuck. Why was my mind blank? I’m a smart girl. I have thoughts and opinions. “You know, all this talk about limits and what I don’t like and what you don’t like is kind of killing my ladyboner.”
He laughed, a loud, barking sound and fell back in his chair. “That so? Well, what if we switch directions and talk about what youdolike?”
Eventhatkept me too in my own head. It was only partially the subject matter and also the fact thattalkingwas taking away fromdoing. And what I wanted to be doing wasAsh. “I don’t… I don’tknow.”
Another arch of his eyebrow. “You don’t know what youlike?”
I shrugged. “Not outside of thebasics.”
He chewed the tip of his pen, eyes tilting to the ceiling while he thought. “Usually with subs, they only speak during a scene to use their safewords as an indicator to slow down or stop. But why don’t we include another safeword,” Ash said, his brows dipping with the suggestion. “The third safeword will be a way for you to tell me you enjoy what I’mdoing.”
I shifted in my seat, the wood grain cool against my bare flesh. “Like… green? Since the other words are yellow andred?”
“Yes,” he said. “Green will mean yes… you like what I’m doing. And to keepgoing.”
I swallowed, and picked at my cuticle. “Why couldn’t I just say ‘Yes, I like what you’re doing. Keepgoing?”
“Because in BDSM, we have boundaries. And you throwing opinions around willy-nilly is not part ofthem.”
God, he was insufferable. Insufferable and so fucking hot. My gaze shot up to meet his, and for a moment—a very rare moment—I couldn’t think of anything to say. No quippy comebacks. There were no right words for thismoment.
Behind him, a breeze entered through the open window, catching his deep earthy scent and tickling it across my nose like a tease. He smelled so male, so raw and sexy. As he looked up from the contract, he sent me another one of his disarming smiles. Electricity skittered up my spine and I shivered—actually shivered—at the pure potency I felt betweenus.
My eyes met his once more, and his gaze was already steeled onto me. In their pale blue depths, I saw his awareness. Saw the way he was staring—not just looking at me, but truly seeing me. Seeing my fears. My discomfort. And my arousal. It was like he could see to my verysoul.
Or maybe I just don’t mask my feelingswell.
“Talking about this makes you really uncomfortable,” he acknowledged. “Doesn’tit?”
“Yes.” All I could hear were the echoes of my middle school health teacher saying,If you can’t handle talking about sex, then you shouldn’t be having sex.Maybe the same was true right now. Right here. If I couldn’t even handle talking about these Dominant-submissive things, maybe this wasn’t the right choice formyself?
