Page 59 of Role Play
I opened my mouth to speak, but instead of words, a rush of air escaped in a sigh and some inaudible plea. Something that was a cross betweenyesandplease. The ache that was heavy in my chest slid down my body, and suddenly it was between my legs, fierce andthrobbing.
His pressure increased as he continued thrusting in and out of me, stroking me deep from inside. The tip of his head hit my bundle of nerves from somewhere inside of me while his finger still tickled against my clit. The sensations were intense; consuming. And pleasure blossomed, so closely withinreach.
He let out a long, slow breath, his gaze on my face. My palms itched to brush that dark hair away from his forehead. I ached to touch him. To feel him. My fingers shook, my mouth tingly as I asked permission. “Can I touch you?” Iasked.
His body gave a sharp, hard shudder. He liked that, the fact that I asked, and his smile twitched briefly before he answered simply with, “Yes,Shorty.”
Scooping my hands into his hair, I raked my fingers between the silky dark strands, damp with sweat. Pleasure curled low in my belly at the satisfied groan that pushed through his tightlips.
I tightened my grip on his hair, tugging his roots with my curling fingers. His eyes fluttered closed against my caress, and with that single touch, I felt his shuddering release inside me, his body shaking through his climax. His forehead dropped briefly, resting on mine. I arched my neck, brushing my lips over his, aching for more of that silkenkiss.
“Your turn,” he whispered. My legs jerked, trembling uncontrollably. “I need to feel you come on my tongue.” With a final soft kiss to my lips, he dragged himself down my body, then latched his mouth to my clit, lapping at me like a starving man in his last meal. Relief convulsed in my stomach and I cried out, jerking my hips back harder against histongue.
“Yes,” I cried, my tears hitting the hardwood floors beneath me. “God, please. Yes,Ash.”
“Are you going to call me Sir?” His hot breath streamed across my sensitive, swollen flesh and, not waiting for my answer, he pushed a finger inside of me. That little bit of stubble rasped against my pussy with delicious friction and I moaned, shaking myhead.
“Please let me come. Please.” A sob tore from my chest. I needed that pleasure. I needed him to give it to me. My nipples ached, my knees were bruised, my cheeks were wet, my pussy was sore. And I needed to come so bad, I could tasteit.
“Okay, Shorty,” he said, his voice achingly sweet. So bitterly tender that it tugged at my core in a way I hadn’t expected. “Come forme.”
Once more, he wrapped his lips around my clit, lapping at it, and I fell. Like a skydiver going over the edge, I spiraled down into a blissful descent while Ash worshipped me with his tongue. My body convulsed as I exploded around his mouth, my body clenching and releasing in a massiveorgasm.
I chased those waves, relishing in the pulsing orgasm, stronger than any I’d had in mylife.
“Good girl,Shorty.”
He’s happy. He’s pleased with me.Relief rushed through me at the thought and then almost immediately after, panic. Pure, undiluted panic. Because there, in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to simply please Ash. To keep him happy, satiated. His pleasure and pride in me was feeding a dark monster. It was breaking not only one of my promises, but both of them. I was both pathetic and falling for a man who would leave marks on my body. Just like Dad bruised and weltedMom.
I glanced down between my breasts where his bite marks were turning a deep mauve shade. I swallowed, shame heating my flesh. This was exactly what I wanted. What I’d been craving. I hadwantedto be marked. Just like my Mom. How could I enjoy something so violent and love looking at the aftermath? Was it like staring at a gory car wreck? Some sick, weird pleasure in the macabre? I swallowed a ragged inhale and a violent shiver rocked through mybody.
“Are you cold?” he asked, curving his arm around me, and brushing his palm down my goose-fleshed arm. I shook my head, no. The truth was, I didn’t know what I was. What I felt. Ash and I were two worlds apart. He was all control and pain and lavish lifestyles with fancy dinners while I was rebellion and ramen noodles and unfulfilled dreams.We can’t work. We won’t work. And not just because he unveiled a side of myself that was terrifying, but because he had stated from the very beginning he couldn’t give me a commitment. He couldn’t give me a relationship. He couldn’t give me…love. And more than anything—more than sex and orgasms for sure—I wanted love. I wanted the kind of love that my mother never got. I wanted someone who would be there to ground me. To support me and accept me for who I was, and not try to change me into some Hollywoodbelle.
And I needed someone who wouldn’t demand what Ashwould.
I wanted someone that I didn’t have to wear long sleeves and turtlenecks in California summers to hide the bruises. Even though Isowanted the ones Ash gave me. He brought out a bad side of me. He was turning me into my mother’sdaughter.
He rolled onto his side and tugged me into his body, kissing my neck. His raw scent, all smoky and earthy, surrounded me, wrapping around my flesh. I inhaled deep, knowing it was likely the last time I’d smell it this close. The last time I’d brush my nose against the thick column of his throat. I pressed my lips into the juncture of where his neck turned into his chest and he curled his finger under my chin, angling my gaze up tohis.
“Are you okay?” heasked.
I nodded, but in my soul, I knew I wasn’t. I was falling for him so terrifyingly fast and it squeezed my insides like water wringing from wet laundry. Painful andcold.
“You should have used your safeword instead of hitting me…” Though his sandpaper voice was rough and graveled, it still managed to brush like silk against mynerves.
The guilt of displeasing him needled deeper into my chest and I tore my gaze from his, trying to wrench my chin from his hold. But his hands stayed on my face, forcing my gaze to angle up at his. It was painfully obvious. To me, to him, to anyone paying attention within a twenty-mile radius that something was wrong with me. Heat lashed through my body, warming my flesh and I closed my eyes, pushing itaway.
“I know. I’msorry.”
“Are you?Sorry?”
I cut my gaze back to him fast in a sharp movement, shocked by his observation. Then his hands loosened slowly on my chin. I needed to get away from him, get home and back to where I was safe in my bubble. Safe in my previous life where I wasn’t yearning to please a man. Even a man as hot asAsh.
“Come on,” he said, unfolding himself from me and standing. He offered me his hand, and as I dropped my palm against his, warm and dry, he tugged me to myfeet.
Yanking me into his body, Ash kissed me, hard and fast. His hands dove into my hair, tilting my head back further. When I opened my mouth to his, he rewarded me with a groan before slicing his tongue across mine. A white hot fire crackled in my core as he continued kissing me with a fierce abandon and passion I’d never beforefelt.
The kiss was intimate and I burned for more. What the hell was wrong withme?
