Page 49 of Mistletoe Mistake
I'd never done any kind of role play before. The idea of doing anything like that with Edwin was laughable, but Cole seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I couldn't wait to try it with him. My whole body tingled with excitement as I opened the bedroom door and headed back out into the living room of the suite.
While I'd been gone, Cole had removed his suit jacket and his socks, but otherwise, he remained fully dressed. He sat on the couch with a drink in his hand, which froze mid-air, halfway to his mouth, when I appeared. His eyes combed over me slowly, taking in every detail, leaving all my nerve endings on fire in their wake.
“That is even fucking better than I imagined.” His voice sounded thick and his eyelids looked heavy with lust, and pride raced through me at the effect I had on him.
What exactly did he want to do next? I wasn't sure so I decided to ask. “If I'm the naughty schoolgirl, who does that make you?”
His eyes came back up to meet mine, full of heat. “Who do you want me to be, Gemma? This is your fantasy too.”
I hadn’t expected to be able to choose, and I swallowed hard as the possibilities ran through my head. He could be the star athlete who I seduced in the locker room. He could be my teacher who wanted to give me some extra ‘work’ for extra credit. He could be the headteacher whose office I got sent to for misbehaving. Or he could be...
My thighs clenched together as the last thought hit me, and I knew exactly what I wanted, if I was being completely honest with myself. Would he judge me for it if I told him? Was it too kinky?
“Tell me.” He'd clearly seen my reaction, and the hard and commanding edge to his voice left no room for disagreement. I had no choice but to obey. “Who am I?”
I swallowed again to try to get some moisture back in my mouth, which had gone completely dry. “You're my stepfather. I've just been in trouble at school and they sent me home.”
Cole raised an eyebrow at me, letting me know he hadn’t expected that, but his mouth turned up into a smile as he thought it over. “Okay. Go back in the room and come out again in a minute.”
Though my heart hammered in my chest, I did as he said, trying to commit to the scene just as much as he obviously intended to. When I reentered the living room, Cole still sat on the couch, but he had his laptop open on his lap, staring at the screen. For a moment, I wondered if I had missed something, if he had received a phone call for work and actually needed to do something else, but as soon as he looked up at me with that cold heat in his eyes, I realized it must be part of the act.
“What are you doing home, Gemma? Shouldn't you be at school?”
The words sounded natural from his mouth, like he had rehearsed them for days rather than coming up with it off the top of his head, and I tried to throw myself into my role with the same abandon.
“The teacher's a fucking wanker,” I complained, noting how Cole couldn't help smiling at the colourful term. “He kicked me out of class but I didn't even do anything.”
“If you used that kind of language in your class, I'd say you got off light.” Cole's voice sounded disapproving and cold, just as I wanted it to. “Someone needs to teach you some manners.”
I laughed sarcastically. “Like you don't ever swear.”
“I'm an adult, Gemma. You're just a child.”
A child, huh? How old was I supposed to be? I pouted at him, sticking my chest out in defiance. “Eighteen isn't a child, Daddy.”
I didn't know where the 'Daddy' came from. I hadn't planned to say it, but I had to call him something, and Cole's eyes darkened even further when I did. Obviously, he didn't mind.
“It's still young enough for you to get a spanking when you deserve it, Gemma.”
As he got to his feet, another thrill of anticipation shot through me at the idea of Cole spanking me. Really? Did I actually want that? I hadn't known that I did, but I was so wet now, it was practically dripping down my legs.
“You can't touch me,” I argued, crossing my arms beneath my breasts, pushing them out even further. “Mum won't allow it.”
“Your mother's not here.” Cole took a step towards me, his eyes fixed on mine. “And you've been teasing me long enough.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me over to the chair.
“Bend over.”
The hard edge to his voice sent shivers of pleasure through me, and I changed tactics, pretending to be scared instead. “No, please, Daddy. I'll be good. I promise.”
“You will be,” he agreed. “Once you've learned your lesson.”
As he pushed me down over the arm of the chair, the angle exposed my bare ass to the air, and a groan echoed from his throat as he realized I had no underwear on. I couldn't help smiling, even as my arms trembled with a heady mix of fear and anticipation.
“Is this how you go to school? Teasing everyone? Showing all the boys this gorgeous ass of yours?”
He rubbed it with the palm of his hand, and it was my turn to groan. My whole body throbbed, aching for his touch so close to where his hand was.
