Page 58 of Role Play
He slid back up to my ear, taking it into his mouth, and I gasped as he whispered, “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit or walk comfortably for aweek.”
“Is that a promise?” I knew better than to arch into him, than to prod him, or try to entice him to fuck me harder and faster than he was. It would only make him pull away. Instead, I laid there, waiting, pulsing my muscles, squeezing in rapid succession around histip.
“Fuck me,” he grunted, and thrust his hips until he slammed into me all the way to the root. Our groans filled the otherwise silent room and he stayed there, not moving, his cock buried deep and hard, filling me, stretching me, and making me burn for more. He withdrew tortuously slow, pausing once more with just his tip still inside. Then… another thrust. Harder this time. I deservedit.
“Is that all you got?” I whispered, egging him on. From the cocked-brow smirk he gave me, he knew exactly what I was doing, but I didn’t fucking care how transparent I was being. I just needed to befucked.
“Oh, Shorty. Be careful what you askfor.”
He released my hands, sliding them down to grip my hips. Then, sitting up on his knees, he hoisted my pelvis up until my lower back was off of the floor. His fingers bit into my sides and he didn’t hesitate, driving into me hard and fast, over andover.
On either side of me, I flattened my palms against the cool floors, bracing myself, leveraging my own weight, desperately pushing myself deeper against his punishinglunges.
Sliding his hands up my body, he cupped my opposite breast as before, punctuating his thrust with a hard pinch. The stinging bite of his fingers combined with the fury of his cock slamming into me over and over again was too much to keep quiet, and my cry echoed in the open space of his dining room. When he pushed his thumb against my clit, God help me, I thought I might come right there. I had no idea how fucking good this was. The sensation of getting fucked hard. Being taken. A man needing my body so badly and each of us using the other for pure, carnalpleasure.
His fingers clamped down harder on my nipple and the pressure was so deliciously ripe. My flesh was burning—turning almost numb—as he punished my pussy with each brutal thrust. I cried out—or at least, I think I did. I wasn’t even sure if I was moaning because I was engulfed in a fog of lust andpassion.
I curled my fingers, digging into the hardwood floors so sharply that I scratched the polyurethane coating with my fingernails. Tears stung the backs of my eyes, coming fast, and he relentlessly held onto my nipple. I was powerless to stop the tears once the first streaked down mycheek.
I wanted this. I had practically begged him for it. Needed the pain. Together, we were a pile of longing, sweaty flesh, panting and slapping and clawing at eachother.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he grunted from over me, his voice contentious, ready for war. The wiry hair on his upper thighs tickled between my legs, the feeling such a contrast to the hard clap of skin on skin as he pounded between myhips.
“Why do you feel so fucking good?” he asked. “Your cunt is like goddamnedheaven.”
His hammering blows became more erratic, less rhythmic, his grunting deep. He was going to come soon. He was going to come and not let me have a release. He had promised.Promisedme in the closet today I could come tonight. And here he was—breaking his fuckingpromise.
A sob tore through my chest, and before I could stop myself, my hands curled into fists and I slammed them hard into his chest. “You have to let me come,” I cried. Then I pulled back and flung my fists into his chest again. It felt good to hit him. If I wasn’t going to get a release sexually, then I needed itsomehow.
All movement stopped. He released his hold on my nipple. His dick paused inside of me. And I was an emotional wreck. Trembling. Sobbing. Pounding his chest.This. This was why I had avoided sex for years. Because I can’t handleit.
“Lucy,” he said, his voice panting, cracking—almost sounding as desperate as Ifelt.
I didn’t want to hear it. Somehow my name on his lips made it so much worse. The tears now streaked down my face, a flowing river of torture anddespair.
I hit him again, only this time he was ready for it and caught my wrists, eyes wide, confusion sparkling in the pale blue. “Lucy,stop.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, thrashing around, repeating over and over. “Please, you have to let me come.” He can’t do this to me. He couldn’t leave me needy and wanting again. Not after so many years of pure lust and unsatiatedneed.
“Luciana,” he boomed, his voice so loud, I couldn’t ignore him. “Open your eyes,” he demanded. I blinked open, the unshed tears blurring my vision. My chest trembled with a withheldsob.
“What?” I spat back. “What is it? Because if you’re going to just take and not give me a release, then I’m done. I’m out.” I tugged at my wrists, trying to break them from his hold. My wrists, my heart—I had to breakaway.
Instead of answering, his eyebrows pulled together momentarily in thought before he bent, pressing his lips to mine, quieting me with a kiss. No, not just a kiss. A promise. It was nothing like how our other kisses had been. It was tender and sweet and his heavy breaths, pulled in through his nose, brushed against my cheek with each exhale as he slid his lips gently over mine. I could taste the smoky peat from the whiskey—like a tamped out fire—and I swallowed the smoke, imagining it leaving soot down mythroat.
He released his hold on my wrists and moved those hands to cup my face, pushing himself slowly inside of me, as he maintained contact with mylips.
I groaned as one final tear slid down my face. A surrenderingtear.
And just like that, Ash Livingston pulled me into the fire with him. I was suffocating in him—a near-death experience that would irrevocably change me. That tenderness, paired with the intense pain from before—the contrast made me ache for more. More of both. More of the tender Ash, but also, I wanted the violent Ash who enjoyed my pain and drank it in like nourishing water. The Ash who ran his fingers through my hair, but also put his hand to my throat as I was close tocoming.
Yep, this was why I shouldn’t have come here. Ash Livingston was going to ruinme.
He broke away from the kiss, his thumbs stroking my damp temples as he whispered, “Trust me, Lucy. Trust that I wouldn’t leave you so utterly dissatisfied. Trust that Iwantyour pleasure as much as I want your pain and punishment and relinquishment of control. Just… trustme.”
His hips pulsed, slow, deep circles inside of me. It felt so fucking good. I moaned, my head falling back to the floor with the exquisite, leisurelypleasure.
Reaching down, he stroked a finger across my clit, his touch so light, so gentle against my burning flesh that I jolted, my lower back curving off the floor. “You’re going to come tonight. That was always the plan. I was just toying with how and when. But I hear you, Shorty. I see you. I see you need itnow.”
