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Soooo true. Y’all would be chilling in bed or something and he’d look at you and think “I think I’d like to see her begging” and rest his hand on your thigh. You pay no mind to it, since Roman is always touching you in some way, but when his fingertips trace your skin toward that area between your legs, your heart rate begins to rise. 

You ignore him for a moment, because you know he’s always more generous when he’s had to work for it. He leans over, placing a pert kiss below your ear, which makes you shiver. He smirks and his fingers begin to rub softly over your panties.

“How’s that book, sweetheart?”, and just as you’re in the middle of telling him that you’re liking it so far, his thumb slips under your panties and presses against your clit before he begins to rubs tight circles against it. You gasp, half way through your sentence, and he stops. You whine in response and he only pats your thigh. “I have a game I want to play.” Your heart drops. Roman’s games are never fair. 

“Roman-” He interrupts your protest by tapping his index finger against your bottom lip. You know by now what that means, so you take it between your lips and suck gently. 

“Good girl,” He praises, making the butterflies in your tummy flutter a little faster. “Now, I’ll give you what you want, but you’re going to read that book aloud to me. If you stop, I stop. Deal?” You nod lightly, his finger still on your tongue. He smirks and pulls you to sit between his legs, your back against his chest and the book resting in your hands. He begins to touch you again as you relax against his chest and enjoy the feeling of being cocooned by his warmth. He squeezes your thigh gently, reminding you to do your bit. 

You read calmly at first, sighing between words here and there, but he’s merciful and continues his movement. You start to feel that coil tighten in your tummy and it becomes harder and harder to keep your breathing even and your voice quiets. Roman nips at your earlobe after you moan softly, burrowing closer to him, the book shaking in your hands. 

“Come on, sweet thing. I know you aren’t about to disappoint me.” You bite your lip and focus as hard as you can on the words on the page, but Roman picks up the speed and this causes you to cry out, grabbing his arm wrapped around you. The book flops in your hand and his movements stop. “Oh no, what a shame. You were so close.” He sounds unfazed and you whine at him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Please, Roman. I don’t like this game.” He smirks.

It would depend. I think Roman is very reserved, in the sense that he’s reluctant to admit to weakness because he feels so above his position. I don’t think he feels accomplished at the end of a day at the white tower. I think he feels trapped. On the days where he feels more angry or frustrated with specific situations at work, I think he’d come home to his lil lady and she’d let him rant, yell, punch things, etc. and she’d stroll around the kitchen, making him something good to eat and listening calmly. After a little bit, Roman would tire himself out and just need her to stroke his hair and spend time with him, because that’s what he looks forward to when he’s away from her. That, or he’d need to come home and tire himself out in.. other ways ;)

You toss your book on the coffee table with a sigh before you look up to see Roman, still looking over some documents from the white tower with a light scowl on his face. You’ve been waiting patiently for him to finish up for an hour and a half, now, and you desperately need some attention from your hardworking man, but the large pile of documents clipped together on his lap don’t suggest that you’ll be getting it anytime soon. 

You decide to provide a bit of incentive. 

As you stand up and begin toward the stairs, Roman looks up and asks you where you’re off to. “I’m just gonna go shower and put on my nightgown. I’ll be back down in a few,” you tell him, and he turns back to his work. About a half hour later, you return downstairs, but now in a dainty matching bra and panty set, covered by a thin, see-through silk robe. 

You sit beside Roman, who hasn’t noticed your presence yet, and he looks up from his papers to see you. His brows raise and he sets down his work.

“Somebody knows how to get my attention,” he says lowly before pressing his finger under your chin and pulling your face toward his before kissing you tenderly. 

“Are you almost done with your work?” you ask. Roman frowns and shakes his head.

“Not even close. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, burying your face in his neck, laying gentle kisses there. 

“Can’t you take a little break?” you ask, resting your hand on the other side of his face. “I’ve been craving you all day, daddy.” Roman stiffens and takes your hand in his. 

“Naughty girl…” he mumbles. “pushing all the right buttons to get what she wants.” You face him once more and he smirks at you before resting his hand on your face and kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms loosely around his broad shoulders and moan softly when his lips travel down your neck and along the swells of your breasts. 

“Roman, please.. bedroom.” You whisper, and he lifts you up into his arms in one swift movement, carrying you bridal style to the guest bedroom that’s close enough for his liking.