“I want you to take control, to let me submit to you,” I told him quietly. I didn’t know how to explain why that would be different from what we’d done up until now, that I was offering myself to him body and soul, so I described it the only way I could think of. “Be my Lucas Steel.”

His jaw clenched. The deep rumble of his voice warmed me far more than the whisky, but the look in his eyes was distant as he said, “I can do that.”

32

Alex

She may as well have tossed a bucket of ice water on me. I didn’t have a problem with whatever her fantasies were or even role-play, but asking me to be Lucas Steel in this moment was a gut punch. I’d thought we were really connecting, finally stripping away the layers we showed to the rest of the world, but she wanted me to be a fantasy just like everyone else.

If that’s what she needed, that’s what I would be.

I moved to the couch, taking another sip of my drink, then commanded in character, “Stand up and strip, pet.”

She looked unsure for a second, and stood, but didn’t take her clothes off.

“Disobeying me already?”

“No, Sir.”

My feelings may have been hurt, but that didn’t stop my dick from standing to attention at the sound of her husky voice calling me Sir. It was the first time she’d ever done it and I wanted it to be for me and not for Lucas Steel.

She removed her clothes, so I beckoned for her to move closer, forcefully nudging her feet wider once she was standing directly in front of me, spread open and vulnerable while I sat there fully clothed and in control. It looked like she was trembling, but she was flushed and panting like she wanted more.

“Clasp your arms behind your back and don’t let them go for any reason.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I tried to channel Lucas Steel, projecting ownership of her, but was finding my own desires mirrored what I would expect from his character. I trailed searing kisses along her collarbone, and down to her gorgeous breasts, taking her nipple in my mouth, circling it with my tongue and biting ever so lightly, barely letting my teeth graze the sensitive peak.

“Harder,” she breathed, arching for more.

I growled, “We’ll need to come up with something more useful for your mouth to do…” But I did as she asked, pressing my teeth hard enough to make her gasp.

She whimpered, “Fuck. More. More.”

Her attempted commands were beginning to sound like pleas as I moved lower, kissing along her stomach. By the time I reached the top of her thighs, she was begging.

“Please, Sir. Oh God, please, please, please.”

I craved her submission like I’d never desired anything, wanted her to trust me enough to give that to me. I wasn’t acting anymore, was prepared to show her the darkest side of myself, but she wouldn’t even see me because she’d think I was still playing a character.