Page 77 of Role Play
Ash
Her lips crashed onto mine. They were sweet—literallysweet, like she had dipped them in sugar or maple syrup. How the fuck did she manage that? And even though we had kissed before—more than once. This feltdifferent.
Her lips moved over mine, hungry and wet and delicious, and she parted those sugar-coated lips, plunging her tongue in my mouth aggressively. My hands flew to her jaw, clutching her desperately, grasping her and cursing the fucking paddle bench as my hard cock rammed intoitrather than between herlegs.
I was desperate for more. Which was fucked. The whole thing wasfucked. I told her to put her hands at her side. She didn’t. I told her no talking. But that didn’t stop her. I told her no kissing. And here I was devouring her tongue in my mouth. And fucking lovingit.
If any other sub had kissed me like this without permission, there’d be no way in hell I’d be kissing her back. Clutching at her jaw and hair. Rewarding her badbehavior.
What was wrong withme?
Because that’s just what thiswas.
It was fuckingwrong.
No one kissed me like this. No one butBrie.
Pain seared behind my ribs and I tore my mouth from hers, letting out a ferocious growl. I was trembling everywhere—from my shoulders to my knees. She stared at me from behind her askew eyeglasses, licking her kiss-swollenlips.
“Don’t you look at me,” I snapped, and circled around behindher.
“I—”
“Eyesdown. Mouthshut.”
Her neck snapped forward, her eyes angled to thebench.
She said she wanted it rough. She was going to get it. She was going to receive the punishment she both deserved and was asking for. “Lean over the bench, all the way. Put all your weight on your belly.” She did as I said, putting that perfect creamy ass right at my hand level. Fuck.Yes.
That’s what this is about. Carnal pleasure. Fucking. Her tits. Her ass. Her pussy. Not her heart. Not her eyes. I swallowed hard, the aching pang still resonating behind my breastbone. “You know what you did, right?” I asked, my voice dangerouslylow.
“Y-yes.”
Smack. My hand connected hard to her ass and she yelped. Her yelp of pain released something inside of me. A small bit of air escaping the pressure valve of my broken heart. “Yes,what?”
I could only see the slight outline of her face from profile. The edge of her eyeglasses. The corner of her mouth she was nibbling. Her dark hair brushed the middle of her back as she shook her head no. “Just yes,” shesaid.
Still not calling me Sir. My pain turned to anger. “Fine,” I hissed. “But you know what this is punishmentfor?”
She nodded, the movement tight and sharp, bouncing her whole body with it. “Good. Normally, I’d use a paddle. You’re getting off easily since I don’t have any of my toys withme.”
I paused, letting that sink in. I could still deliver a serious hit with the palm of my hand. When she said nothing in response, I continued. “The only words you are allowed to say are safewords—red, yellow, and green. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes,” she said, her voicesqueaky.
I ran a finger over Brie’s ring, loneliness and guilt knotting in my gut. I needed this pain to go away. I needed it to recede into a dull wispy memory. I needed Lucy to sign the contracts. Call me Sir. And I needed her to officially accept submission so that I could be free of the hold she had onme.
I needed to fuck Lucy. Just fuck. And prove to myself that that’s all she was. She was just another lay. Like any othersub.
That. Is.All.
I swallowed against the dry knot at the back of my throat, pulled my hand back and brought it down on herass.
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Lucy
That first hit stung like abitch. Pain burned against my bare flesh and despite the fabrics I had draped over the paddling bench, the wooden edge bit into mystomach.
