Page 88 of Role Play
I sighed. “I know, I know. No, he never hit me. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t feel every hit. Every shove. Every hair pull. I saw it all. I fell asleep to my mom’s screams. Her shushing him as he yelled at her. Her sobs. Her begging him to stay. To be the husband she wanted. To love her. And I swore to myself I’d never be thatwoman.”
“You’re not that woman Lucy. You weren’t that woman with me. And in BDSM, you aren’t, either. You see the difference,right?”
I shrugged. “Sometimes I see the difference. But that night? It felt exactly the same. Thank God for my uncle. He found the marks on my mom… I’m pretty sure he’d suspected abuse for a while, but when he finally had the proof, he confronted my dad. Dad was a pussy. And when it came down to it, he didn’t want to fight someone his own size. So he packed a bag and left. With my uncle there watching over us. And my mom begging Dad not togo.”
“Your uncle sounds like a goodman.”
I laughed. A full-on belly laugh and tugged my knees to my chest. “He is a good man. He’s yourfriend.” I laughed harder, the absurdity of our whole scenario was suddenly the single most hilarious thing I’d ever heardof.
“He is? Wait, who’syour—”
“Uhoh.”
“Uh oh?What—”
“Pull over,” I said. “Fast.”
The tires squealed and he barely hit the brakes before I threw open the door and hurled onto the side of theroad.
Oh, God. Could this be anymorehumiliating?
I felt his hands at my back, running the length of my spine in strong, reassuring strokes. And then his fingers scooped my hair back and off of my sweaty neck. The evening breeze brushed across my clammy skin and it was a welcome reprieve from the cold sweat covering mybody.
“Easy, easy,” he cooed in my ear. I loved this softer side of Ash. I loved how sweet and caring he could be. Without this side of him, those spanks he administered were nothing. This was what made the Dominant side so sexy. Knowing that the opposite side of the coin was tender and I was soon to receive this treatment after. Knowing that the pain was temporary and that caring and consideration was the follow-up.
He had me back in the car and we made it to my apartment without any further incidents. My knees were weak as I got out of the vehicle and Ash didn’t hesitate to scoop me into his arms and carry me to my door. He got my keys from inside my wristlet, and eased me into bed, removing my shoes forme.
“Do you want your skirt on or off?” heasked.
I was face down in my bed, one leg hanging off the edge. “Don’t you dare touch my clothes,” I said. He heard me despite the muffled tone of thepillow.
“You’re the boss,” he answered with achuckle.
I snorted. “Yeahright.”
I heard some rustling around and then he set folded pajama pants and a t-shirt beside me on the bed. “You’ll feel a lot better if you change. I’ll wait in thehallway.”
“Mmph.” I waited until I heard the click of the door, then sat up, peeling the sweaty, sequined top off and wiggling out of the skirt. Why in the hell did I let Miguel talk me into wearing that shit? I lookedridiculous.
Crap, Miguel. I grabbed my phone, dropping it on the floor in the process and groaned. Not like I could shatter the screen much more than it alreadywas.
“You okay?” Ash called through thedoor.
“I’m fine,” I called back and through the cracked screen, I pulled up Miguel’s name on my texts and sent him a quick voice message. “It’s me. I’m home and safe and no one is coercing me into leaving thismessage.”
“You done?” Ash asked through the closed door just as I was finished and falling back onto mybed.
“Yeah.” I felt so much better in my pajamas and I hated that he was right about changing clothes. Could he just be wrongonce?
He slipped back into the room, almost silently. “Do you need to be up for anythingtomorrow?”
“No. Dayoff.”
I heard a small beep that I recognized as my phone being plugged in. “Didn’t fix your screen yet, I see,” hesaid.
“With whatmoney?”
He made a thoughtfulhmmsound before placing a hand at my back. “There’s a trashcan here if you needit.”
