by Ashe Barker
“Would you lie still, do you think? No tying you up this time and spread your legs wide for me? How about if I suck your clit until you scream for me to fuck you, at the same time as I slide ice cubes into your hot pussy. And you are such a slut, so I know you will be hot. How quickly would my ice melt, do you think?”
“I… I do not believe it would take very long, Sir.”
“Me neither. And when the ice has all melted, and your cunt is lovely and cool and very, very wet, then I’ll fuck you. Hard. You will see stars. You will scream. So, how does all that sound to you?”
“It sounds a little bit terrifying.”
“Yes. And?”
“A lot wonderful.”
“So that’s a yes, then?”
“It is, Sir. A yes.”
As he murmured his delightful suggestions in her ear, Ethan had been untying the bows around her erect nipples, his fingers deft and sure as he loosened both tight ribbons at once. He unwound the blue satin, allowing the blood to rush back into her hard peaks. Fleur let out a shriek, the pain unexpected and sharp.
“Sorry, love. This soon passes, though.” He took her nipples between his fingers to squeeze and massage them, easing the blood flow back to normal. Fleur stiffened but quickly relaxed as the pain dissipated. A few moments passed before Ethan lowered his head to whisper into her ear again, “Shall we go inside?”
Fleur nodded, fisting her hands in the folds of the cloak still draped around her waist.
“I think we can leave that here, don’t you?”
Again, she nodded, pulling the folds free to drop the cloak onto the tiles at her feet. Naked now, she turned to Ethan. He lifted her in his arms and carried her across the courtyard.
Chapter Fifteen
Inside the riad, Ethan made a detour to the fridge that housed the minibar. He snatched a glassful of fresh ice cubs from the freezer compartment and thrust it into Fleur’s hand.
“Go upstairs to the bedroom. Get a thick towel, two perhaps, from the bathroom and spread them on the bed. Then I want you to lie on the towels and wait for me, your legs open as wide as you can. Questions?”
“No questions, Sir.”
He said nothing further, just tilted his head in the direction of the hallway. Fleur took the hint and bolted for the door to the stairs. Ethan’s voice followed her.
“Put some pillows under your bum.”
In the bedroom, she wasted no time. She placed the glass of ice cubes on the small table beside the bed and went into the bathroom for towels. She found two huge fluffy bath sheets and grabbed both. She folded them in half and laid them across the center of the bed. She stood back, then thought better of her work so far and pulled the towels off again. She heaved the light quilt from the bed and dropped it on the floor, then remembered the pillows and grabbed a couple to place on the mattress, about halfway down the bed. She replaced the towels directly onto the mattress, covering the pillows too. She had a suspicion that Ethan’s plans for her could be messy and there was no point wetting the bedclothes more than strictly necessary. It would only cause talk among the housekeeping staff and she preferred to avoid that.
Fleur lay on the towels, her hips lifted by the pillows, loving the feel of the thick woven cotton on her bare skin. Not a prude by any means—or so she liked to think given her medical training—still she had not experienced so much personal nudity for as long as she could recall. Patients did not count. It felt decidedly pleasant, comfortable, uninhibited. And intimate—very, very intimate.
A step on the landing beyond the bedroom door caused her to shift her position fast to place herself exactly as she had been instructed. Her legs bent and the soles of her feet facing each other, she allowed her knees to fall to each side, opening and exposing her pussy as Ethan entered.
He strode across the room, still wearing just his jeans, zipped but unbuttoned. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her. He said nothing at first, just ran his gaze over her, from her face—perhaps only very slightly flushed, she hoped—to the tips of her toes. He lingered a long time at her pussy, seemingly taking in every detail. Fleur should have been nervous. Just hours before she would have found his cold, slow perusal unnerving, would have reached for something to cover herself, in all probability. No, there was nothing of the probable about it. Certainly. Now she did not do that, nor did she experience any particular wish to. She lay still for his scrutiny and found that she loved the feeling that he was examining her, appraising her. She was sure of her body, confident in him. She liked him to look at her, reveled in his admiration, and the lust he made no attempt to disguise. His erection might split his jeans before much longer.
“I think your inner slut’s emerging. Christ, girl, you look hot.”
“Yes, Sir. But we have ice…”
Ethan chuckled and glanced at the glass on the bedside table. “So we do, slutty sub. I’m thinking you seem eager to get on with this.”
Fleur smiled, more for herself than for him. Amazingly, she was incredibly eager. Her pussy kept clenching violently and she could have sworn her clit had swelled to about three times its normal size. It seemed all he had to do was look at her and she dissolved in a pool of hot lust. Oh yes, she would be needing that ice.
Ethan sat beside her on the bed. “I won’t tie you up, but I do expect you to remain still.” He paused and lifted one eyebrow as he waited for her response. Fleur noted that his tone had shifted again. It was a subtle change, but unmistakable. He was done teasing. Now things would get serious. A familiar fluttering started in her lower abdomen, a slight but insistent quiver that she realized was her body’s instinctive reaction to his dominance. She was in. She wanted this, but still, she was scared—just a little but enough.
If I’m not scared it would not count, right?
Swallowing hard, she watched as he reached for the glass containing the ice cubes.
“So, we both know where these are going, right?”
Fleur merely nodded.
“Your legs are fine, keep them spread wide like that. You can put your hands behind your head I think…” He watched as Fleur complied, then inclined his head to signal approval. “So, are you warm enough? I can turn the air con down if you like.”
“I am fine. Thank you, Sir.” Fleur’s earlier confidence began to waver now. She wished he would just get on with it. In her experience—limited though that admittedly was—anticipation was far worse that the actuality of all this. Of course, he knew that perfectly well, which was why he was drawing this out.
“Good. Let me know if you need anything changing. I want you to be comfortable.” He shook the glass, clattering the ice cubes inside. Fleur heard the soft splash too and knew that they were just starting to melt. Ethan glanced at her. “Well, perhaps not comfortable exactly, but I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill. Mmm, I think these are about ready, not too cold. We wouldn’t want them sticking to you, would we? That could be very unpleasant.” He took a cube from the glass, holding it between his finger and thumb.
“Would you like this one?”
Fleur nodded.
“Open your mouth, then.”
Surprised, she did. Ethan popped the ice cube between her lips and she sucked on it, savoring the chill. Again, she hadn’t realized how dry her mouth was. But Ethan had. Ethan always seemed to know. She rolled the ice across her tongue then held it between her teeth as she ran her tongue over it. Cool liquid slithered down her throat and she swallowed greedily.
“Nice?” His voice was low now and thick like velvet.
Fleur nodded, her cheeks working as she sucked on the melting ice.
“Let me have it back now, please.” He leaned in and laid his mouth over hers. Immediately Fleur parted her lips and allowed him to slide his tongue into her mouth to retrieve the ice cube. He took it from her and held it in his teeth as he traced the outline of her lips with it. Her pussy quivered, desperate now for—what? She wanted him to touch her, of course, but more than that. She wanted him to
challenge her too, to shock her. And she wanted him to hurt her. The more delicately he teased, the more desperately she craved the intensity of real pain.
Oh yes, he was good at this.
The ice cube suddenly landed in her mouth again, and Fleur sucked on it hard. It was smaller now, shrinking fast in the heat of her mouth. In no time it reduced to a mere sliver, then disappeared entirely,
“More?” Ethan offered her a second cube, holding it between his finger and thumb.
Fleur chewed on her lower lip then nodded. This time, though, Ethan popped the ice into his own mouth before leaning down to kiss her again. Fleur opened immediately and he dropped the ice between her lips, following it with his chilled tongue. He swirled the coolness around her mouth, the cube clinking gently against her teeth. He did not allow her to keep it, though, not this time. He caught it on his tongue and rolled it back into his mouth, then began a long, slow journey south.
He started at her neck, drawing the ice along her skin, leaving a wet trail in its wake. Fleur tilted her head back as he marked a cool path across the front of her throat and continued on across her shoulder. She shivered and could not prevent the slight wriggle as he moved it down under her upraised arm. It was cold but more than that, it tickled. She had anticipated all sorts, had admitted to herself that she actually craved pain. She had not expected him to tickle her. But he did and she squeaked.
“Problem, Fleur?” He stopped his lazy exploration of her body, the ice cube safely lodged in his cheek as he spoke to her.
“No, Sir. It is just—that tickles.”
“Ah.” He did not elaborate, just returned to his task.
Her nipples still stood erect, though they had softened a little since he had carried her from the courtyard. Ethan soon brought them back to a solid, swollen hardness as he wrapped his cold lips around them and sucked. His touch now was infinitely gentle, so erotic she thought she might weep. Despite his firm instructions, she thrust her hips forward.
“Slut. Be patient. Your cunt will get plenty of attention, all in good time. You really don’t want to be earning a spanking right now, do you? That said, an ice cube or two in your arse. Now that might be fun…”
Fleur squeaked again. “I am not moving, Sir. I swear.”
“Coward. Maybe after I’ve fucked your arse, you’ll be more agreeable to my suggestion. We’ll see. So where was I?”
He managed to resume his place without further input from Fleur, who concentrated fully on keeping perfectly still as he drew his wet, icy pathways back and forth across her torso. Her breasts and nipples received particular attention but so did her navel as he dropped the small remnant of an ice cube into it and left it there to melt. The chilly water trickled across her stomach and down her side onto the thick towel beneath her. Fleur shivered, though she thought not with cold. Even so, Ethan went to the thermostat to adjust the air conditioning before dipping his fingers into the glass for another ice cube.
Now his trail took in Fleur’s legs. First, the right one. He explored her inner thigh, her knee, her calf, leaving a slipstream of icy wet skin. Fleur ground her teeth, determined not to shift an inch, though she had had no inkling that her ankles were quite so sensitive. He reached her foot and there he chose to linger. With the sole of her foot turned toward him, he used his fingers this time to tease her with the ice. He drew it across the ball of her foot and her heel. Then he tucked it between her toes and reached for another ice cube to start all over on the other side.
Now he covered the path in reverse, trailing the ice over the side of her left foot until her toes involuntarily curled and flexed. He slipped a cube into his mouth then sucked on her big toe. Fleur let out a small yelp, once more overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of his play. He seemed to be in no hurry, though she knew the main event was yet to come. Or was it? Everything he did, every place he touched her became an erogenous zone—her heel, her instep, that little hollow at the back of her knee.
Slowly he made his way back up her inner thigh, studiously ignoring her throbbing pussy. He had not touched her, at least not there, but she was convinced that her cunt was glowing. Her limbs ached from the sheer tension of holding still, every muscle tight and poised, every nerve ending standing at attention. Her stomach muscles clenched hard, her shoulders rigid with anticipation. And still he played—teasing, tempting, promising.
Fleur forgot to breathe as he reached the top of her inner thigh and traced the crease between her leg and her pussy with a half-melted cube. He brushed her outer pussy lips, as though by accident. Fleur closed her eyes and considered praying. Her mother’s influence at work, without doubt, though there was nothing of the Blessed Virgin about this.
She shrieked, whether with relief or delight, or perhaps sheer exhaustion, when he at last laid his cool lips against her pussy, an ice cube held between them. He traced her outer lips, caressing them with his freezing kiss.
“Oh, oh… Sir.” Fleur managed to drag in a breath, caught between earth-shifting arousal and the sharp intensity of the ice against her heated skin. Ethan circled, spiraling inwards, and she knew it would be mere moments now until…
“Argh!” Fleur let out a scream, unable to contain her response. Ethan might have been concerned at the prospect of hotel staff rushing to investigate, but he gave no sign of it. He continued to torment her pussy with the ice, using his tongue to ease it from his mouth and between her pussy lips. He pushed it right inside, following with his tongue. He licked at the ice inside her, nudging it farther into her pussy as her inner walls closed around it.
Reaching with his tongue, he pulled the ice back out and into his mouth, then slid it back into her pussy. He fucked her with it, slowly, so gently, the sensation intense. Fleur gripped his tongue and the ice tightly, squeezing hard with her inner muscles and wriggling now, despite his instructions. He growled, his warning clear. She stiffened, forcing herself to remain motionless as he continued to slip the ice in and out of her cunt.
“Please, Sir, I want to come.”
“Not yet. I’ll tell you when.”
“Sir, I cannot…”
“You can. You will. Do as you’re told or accept the consequences.”
Fleur groaned to herself as she struggled to suppress her response, grateful that at least he was not yet carrying out his threat to suck her clit until she screamed for him to fuck her. In fact, she might just scream anyway.
Ethan selected another ice cube and inserted that into her pussy along with the first one, now almost melted. He licked away the chilled water as it trickled from her, though Fleur was sure the towels would be soaked in any case.
“Bring your knees up to your chest please. I want your arse now.”
“But I haven’t… I mean, you said…”
“Do it, Fleur. Now, please.”
She chewed her bottom lip but did as she was told, lifting her bottom to expose her tight anus for his use.
Fleur whimpered as he slipped two long fingers inside her pussy, pushing the ice deeper inside her as he twisted his hand to coat his digits in her moisture. He would be using that as lube, then.
He did. His fingers were slick as he inserted them into her arse, and cool from the ice. This felt strange, alien, but Fleur offered no protest. He withdrew, then plunged back, full length this time as her arse opened to accept him. Her head might resist—her body had apparently ceased to do so. Fleur moaned, the pleasure almost overwhelming her now. Her resolve not to orgasm without permission started slipping away in the face of such a determined and effective assault on all her senses. Her pussy was cold, freezing, yet hot too. And full. She squeezed down on the ice, felt it soften and shrink inside her. She wanted more, so she asked for it.
“I need… It’s gone. Going.”
“Allow me.” Ethan’s fingers remained in her arse as he reached with his other hand for another ice cube. He popped that in his mouth while he opened her pussy lips with his cold fingers, then leaned down to insert the ice. He eased it between
her inner lips then pushed it deep with his fingers.
“Another, I think. Yes?”
Fleur nodded, beyond speech now. Ethan sucked a second ice cube briefly before slipping that into her cunt to follow the first one, gently pressing it inside until her pussy lips closed to hold it in place.
“I think another, just one more, here. Between your sweet, pink lips. You will feel the cold from this last one but I promise to lick it for you.”
He did not wait for her to reply, and moments later, he eased a third ice cube between her pussy lips. That one he left in her entrance, her lips stretched tight around it. He was right—the cold was intense, excruciating. Fleur might have whimpered her protest or her desperate plea to allow her to orgasm. She did neither, just lay there, still, obedient. Drowning in sensation.
“Open your legs again, love.” His fingers remained deep in her arse. Her pussy now felt packed with ice, though she knew there were only two ice cubes inside her, with the third one stretching her entrance. She was aware just of the solid hardness inside her rather than the cold. Her tissues numbed, except for her pussy lips where the ice still inflicted its freezing burn on her. It did not occur to her not to obey, and she spread her legs obligingly. She knew that he would lick her clit now, and that she would not be able to repress her reaction to that. She would come, and powerfully, regardless of his instructions. Then he would punish her. It was inevitable. She should simply accept and be done with it.
“You have my permission to orgasm now.”
“What?” Dazed, she needed to check. Perhaps she had imagined…? Maybe she was delirious, or delusional.
“Come. Now.” He leaned in and wrapped his cool lips around her clit. He flicked it with his tongue before taking the swollen, throbbing bud between his teeth. He nibbled it, sucking lightly.
It was enough—more than enough. At the first touch of his lips, Fleur started to orgasm, the release surging up from somewhere deep within to crackle at her clit then pulse outward through her body, the waves of her climax radiating outwards to every extremity.
