Page 74 of Role Play
Fuck. Fuck me. I hadn’t told her why her apartment—Brie’s apartment—was so painful,too.
“That’s what I thought,” she whispered. “So, if we aren’t going back to your house. And we aren’t going to my house. And LnS needs time to process my contracts … that doesn’t leave a lot of options. Unless you want to give it a try in mycar?”
I barked a laugh. “You mean your tin can?” That was definitely out of the question. But despite the moment of humor, I knew this was it. I needed to cut her out of my life. Like a cancer, I needed to amputate myself from her because I would destroy her. Even though I didn’t want to. Even if I never intended to hurt her, I knew Iwould.
“Lucy,” I said, my voice tight. “If I fuck you, it’s not going to be tender. I’m not sweet.I’m—”
“I know. I’ve never had much of a sweet toothanyway.”
I tilted my head at her. We both knew that was a bold-faced lie. I’d only known her a few days, but Luciana Rodriguez loved her desserts and the fact that she was claiming otherwise deserved a punishment forlying.
She pushed onto her toes and brushed her lips lightly across mine, setting my nerves on fire. I slid my hands down her back, gripping her ass tightly in my palms. “Liar,” I said against her mouth and gave her a playful smack on theass.
Her grin widened. “Just wanted to see if you were payingattention.”
Oh, I was paying attention alright. To everything from her flushed cheeks, to her pebbled nipples, to the way her voice quivered when she was excited and her knees locked when she was nervous. Her body was like a foreign language and I was an astute student, becoming fluent init.
I wanted her. I wanted her so badly. All the more reason I shouldn’t let myself have her. It was torture. “We can’t,” I said, stepping back. Her hands slid away from me, skimming over the bare skin at my arms as I steppedback.
“What?” she snapped. “Why?”
“I can’t until you sign that consent contract,” I said. There weren’t a lot of things I was responsible about, but this? This I had to be. I was already fucking this whole thing up royally. I couldn’t put us both at risk like this. I’m the fucking Dom. I need to be the one to guide her through the proper steps. And because we work together? I couldn’t be with her again until she agreed to sign. Especially not in our actual workplace.
She sighed, licking her plump lips with a quick swipe of her tongue. “It’s that important toyou?”
I nodded. “It should be toyou,too.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, masking their rich brown color briefly. “Okay,” shesaid.
My heart skipped. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll sign. But, I don’t want to file the paperwork yet. I’ll hold onto my copy. You hold onto yours. I don’t want you showing it to anyone here at the Studio. But I’llsign.”
I breathed a heavy sigh ofrelief.
“Where are thepapers?”
Fuck. “In myoffice.”
She gave another sly smile. “Well, could we maybe, just maybe, sign them… after? We’re talking the difference of, what, fifteenminutes?”
“Fifteen minutes?” I growled. “Woman, I don’t know who you think I am?” Fifteen minutes, myass.
She beamed at me. Teasing. She was teasing me. Oh, Shorty. You are going to pay for that one. “No one else is here on the soundstage, arethey?”
I shook my head. “They’re not.” I diverted myself, rushing for the only door to the studio and locked it, flipping on theIn Uselight outside that signaled for no one to enter. Not that they could enter with the door locked. But it didn’t hurt to be extra cautious. I could feel myself darkening with the room as I flipped off the lights, leaving only the blue work light. “Clothes off,” I demanded, my voice rough andgraveled.
She stared at me as she slowly shed her t-shirt, and popped the button of her jeans. Slowly. Painfully slowly, she kicked off one flip-flop. Then the other. I loved making a woman strip for me. Loved the power of making her shed each layer of clothing for my eyes and my enjoyment. Most women I was with didn’t try to hide their bodies or shy away from me like Lucy did. She was naked, holding her shirt over her half-naked body as though the little strip of cotton could protecther.
“Strip faster,” I growled, and in only a few steps I stood in front of her, pressing her back into the newly draped paddle bench. She gasped as her ass connected with it and shimmied out of her jeans and bra faster thanbefore.
Once naked, she stood therewaiting.
Nervous. She ran her hands up and down her goose-pebbled arms even though it wasn’t very cold in the studio. “Ash,” she said quietly. I tilted my head. “Don’t hold back,” shewhispered.
Holy fucking shit. Excitement skittered through my body. Three little words that had my heart pounding and my body sweating with anticipation. “You don’t mean that,” I growled. “You don’t know what you’resaying.”
“I do,” she said. “I—I have my safewords. And I feel like I’ve been dabbling in this. I dipped my toe in with you last night, but … I need to know. We need to know if we’re wasting time here. So… give it to me. Show me what the hell you mean when you say there’s pleasure in thepunishment.”
