Page 56 of Role Play
With my flattened tongue, I licked him, sampling his hard length from root to tip, ignoring the way he jumped in his chair as my wet tongue traveled the length of his cock. It swelled immediately beneath my tongue, and twitched—a quick, sharp movement. I repeated the movement, licking him again; this time, circling around his tip, nibbling at theridge.
From above me, he inhaled a sharp breath, the flat ridges of his stomach tightening. Scraping my nails up the sinewy muscles of his thighs, I braced myself on his legs before taking his cock as deeply into my mouth as I could. I only managed to get him two-thirds of the way in before his head hit the back of my throat. He let loose a long, deep groan ofpleasure.
“Shorty.” Even though his voice was stern, it was also breathless. Needy. Almost as needy as I felt inside. His hand fell to my hair, twirling around the strands, and his shallow breathdeepened.
The legs of the chair scraped against the hardwood floors, screeching in protest where Ash’s body did the opposite. His hips pulsed up, pushing himself deeper into mymouth.
Everything was too swollen. Too swollen and achy and greedy for more. I brushed my hand down my body, pushing my fingers against myclit.
“You arenottouching yourself,” Ash growled. His hand in my hair tightened and he yanked my head back, almost to the point of discomfort, but not quite to where I would have defined it as pain. A soft biting discomfort that pinched the back of my neck andscalp.
Fuck. Maybe on some level I knew I’d get caught touching myself. Maybe on some level I truly wanted to be caught—wanted to be punished. Wanted to feel more of his hands coming down on my ass and pussy. The tip of his cock brushed my chin as he held me tightly away from himself. “You promised me I’d come,” I whimpered, my voice raspy, mouth still wet and watering from the taste of him. “You promised me in thecloset.”
“If you earn it,” he hissed. “Do you think you’ve been a good girl to earn that,Shorty?”
“Yes,” Icried.
Hetsked, a soft click of his tongue. “Come on, now. Nolying.”
“I’m not lying. I did what you asked. I read the contracts. I ate my dinner. We reviewed ourlimits—”
“Sort of. You sort of did everything I asked. And you fought me on every level.” He leaned forward, his face coming so close to mine that all I needed to do was push slightly higher on my knees and take his lips in another kiss. “Be honest with yourself, Shorty. Do you deserve to comeyet?”
A breath hitched in my chest. “No,” Icried.
“No,what?”
I swallowed, knowing he wanted me to call him Sir. But I couldn’t do it. By calling him Sir, I was essentially giving over all my power to him and I just wasn’t ready for that. Not when I was here on my knees, offering to pleasure him and he wasn’t taking it. It was degrading. I felt foolish andyoung.
But if I was being honest… another, stronger part of myself ached to say it, wanted that degradation, and thrived on it—as long as it was solely in the bedroom. And that was what was so fucked up. I swallowed, hot tears burning the backs of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I ignored my gut—the part of myself that was so fucking turned on by the word “Sir.” This wasn’t the time to use it. It couldn’t come from this place. This place of fear and mistrust. My mind won out, which was for the best. It was smarter than my vagina, anyway. “Just… no.” Adrenaline slammed into my veins, racing through my bloodstream the moment the words left my mouth. What would he do? How would hereact?
“Just no,” he repeated, his voice a hollow whisper. What did that mean? What did that empty repetition of my answer mean he would do tome?
His hold on my hair tightened and those ice blue eyes turned fierce. “Lace your hands behind yourback.”
I did what he asked, grasping my fingers at the small of my back, stretching my shoulders and opening my chest. My breasts ached to be held, touched, and licked like before. That flush at my cheeks spread down my neck and over mysternum.
“Have you ever had your mouthfucked?”
I blinked up at him, confused. Even though there was only one guy I’d ever had sex with, I’d given out my fair share of blowjobs back in my sorority days, so Inodded.
“Answer with words, Shorty,” he said through gritted teeth, clearlyfrustrated.
“Yes,” I said,quietly.
Another flick of his jaw. “You’re not going to say ‘Sir,’ areyou?”
“No,” I answered honestly. “I haven’t signed anythingyet.”
His eyes drifted closed, the lines at his brow and around his eyes deepening. “Fine.” Only, it didn’t seem fine. Leaning forward, he pinched my nipple, latching on between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing just enough to beuncomfortable.
I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling that pressure skitter from my breast down between my thighs. “When I ask if you’ve ever had your mouth fucked,” Ash clarified, “I’m not asking if you’ve ever given a blowjob. Have you ever had your mouth fucked? Knelt there with your mouth open while a cock slams into your throat over and over and overagain?”
“No.” That description and the firm hold he had on my nipple, which immediately tightened when I answered, left mebreathless.
“No, what?” Was he going to press this issue everytime?
“No, I’ve never had my mouth fucked,” I said. He pinched harder in response and my pussy squeezed in response. “But I’d like to,” I whispered. “I’d like totry.”
