Fire and Ice

by Liz Andrews

  After her shower, she dried off and headed back into the bedroom, expecting to see Victor there. Surprised when he wasn’t, she wondered what to do. He hadn’t told her to return to the playroom, but she didn’t want to make any assumptions either. Looking at the bedside clock, she noted it was already after midnight. She was just going to lie down for a moment, and when he came in, she would ask him what was next.

  Chapter Eight

  She would trust him with her body, just not her heart.

  The thought continued to reverberate through his brain as he cleaned the playroom. Normally he would have made his submissive complete the task. But when he saw how fragile Tanya looked after their scene, his protective instincts had taken over. So belying his natural tendencies, he’d sent her off to the shower so he’d have the time alone to contemplate the information he’d discovered tonight.

  He had no idea why he assumed she would be ready to jump into a love relationship so quickly. Pure arrogance on his part, he supposed. Little by little he’d been falling in love with her since Christmas. Although it wasn’t until just this moment he’d even admitted that to himself. Originally he just wanted her, but now he knew it was much more than that. He loved her and needed her in his life forever. Tanya wasn’t there, though, not yet at least. He could only hope their time together would be enough to pique her interest to stay longer and figure out how good they would be together.

  When he walked into the bedroom, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that greeted him. Tanya was curled up naked on her side, her hands folded under her head as she slept. That wasn’t what brought him to a halt, though. It was the collar she continued to wear around her neck. He wasn’t sure why she had decided to keep it on, but to him it meant she was still willing to acknowledge his ownership of her, even outside the playroom.

  While he stood and stared, Victor also noticed the marks on her skin were no longer harsh red streaks but had already started to fade somewhat. He knew tomorrow the bruises would show up and wondered how she would feel about that. The knowledge that she would be wearing the marks of his possession was enough to tighten his cock. Not as if he wasn’t horny enough.

  He wanted her at this very moment, although he hated to wake her. She looked so peaceful. Instead he pulled up the folded comforter from the bottom of the bed and covered her before heading into the shower.

  If he’d been smarter, he would have taken a cold shower. Although he doubted even those frigid temperatures would have cooled his ardor. His submissive was keeping him on edge. He knew he could have taken his erection in hand and handled things himself, but his palm wouldn’t satisfy him at this point. It would have appeased the ache but not the source. He wanted Tanya under him.

  With a shake of his head, he quickly showered and rinsed, then shut off the water. The room was steam filled as he exited the glassed cubicle, but it didn’t camouflage Tanya standing there with a large fluffy towel in hand. Her gaze was locked on his groin for a long moment before she jerked her head up to his face.

  “I must have woken up when I heard the shower.”

  “I’m sorry. I wanted to let you rest.”

  She looked stricken for a moment. “No, don’t apologize. I’m embarrassed I fell asleep.”

  “You have no reason to be embarrassed. It was an exhausting evening. You should never be self-conscious about taking care of yourself. I don’t want my submissive to be neglectful of her needs.” He purposely kept his phrases in generalizations in an attempt not to scare her. But he wasn’t sure how effective his plan was when he watched her expression cloud before she was able to mask it.

  “My nap seemed to do me well, though. I’m awake now.” She held out the towel.

  “So I see.” He took her offering and dried off before wrapping it around his waist. “I also see you left your collar on.”

  “I…uh…I hope that was okay.” Her hand stroked at the leather. “After tonight, I just felt the need to keep it on.”

  “I don’t mind at all. In fact”—he snagged her hand and pulled her close to him—“I’m very pleased.”

  Her face flushed, and she bent her head briefly before looking up with a smile. “I’m glad.”

  “So you’re really awake now. No residual tiredness?”

  She shook her head. “None.”

  “Good.” Leaning down, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He held her steady with a hand on her ass and walked through the door into the bedroom. When he reached the middle of the room, he flipped her off his shoulder onto the bed. “I think you’re ready for the good hard fucking I promised.”

  “Hmm, sounds wonderful.” She leaned back against the pillows, with her weight on her elbows and her legs bent seductively. At this moment, she looked like a pinup model, minus the collar and the marks from her cropping, of course.

  “Why don’t you show me? I want to see how much you want it.”

  Sitting up, she waggled her eyebrows a bit. “Hmm, how can I convince you?”

  He stepped forward until he was beside the bed and pulled his towel off, dropping it to the floor. “Maybe I can give you a suggestion.”

  She reached out to trail her fingers along his hip bone before moving closer to his cock. Since he hadn’t been able to find satisfaction in the shower, he was hard and throbbing with need when she touched him. His prick jerked at the feel of the soft skin of her hand, and he groaned. She was dancing her fingers up and down the stalk as if playing a musical instrument.

  “Hmm, nice.”

  He’d started to leak a bit of precum, and she rubbed her thumb over the crown, spreading the moisture around.

  “I want to taste you.” The need in her voice was more than evident, and the impact of her words seemed to hit him low in his belly. He had a need of his own, and her mouth would be just the solution he was looking for.

  “Go right ahead.”

  She smiled slightly and leaned over, her tongue darting out to lick off the precum she’d just smeared around. Looking him directly in the eyes, she licked slowly from the base of his cock to the tip and sucked it in her mouth for a moment. He stared down at her, resisting his urge to control the situation. What he wanted to do was grab her head and fuck his cock into her hot, wet mouth until he exploded. Yet at the same time, he wanted to allow her free rein. For the moment, the latter thought won.

  Both her hands cradled his cock, stroking firm yet slow up and down his shaft. His hips were moving in rhythm to her caresses, thrusting into her hands. She released him for a moment, but only to support herself while leaning forward to engulf him once again. Her lips closed over the head of his cock, and she swirled her tongue over the tip. It was good, so good, yet not enough.

  “Harder, my sweet little slut, suck me harder and show me how much you want my cock.”

  She moaned and shifted on the bed. Even something as simple as calling her “slut” had the power to turn her on. Tanya lowered her head farther onto his cock, taking him deeper into her throat and using the suction of her mouth to suck him as hard as he’d commanded.

  No longer able to help himself, he speared his fingers into her hair, wrapping the silken strands in his hands. He pushed his hips forward, forcing her to take him deeper and deeper. When he saw her eyes widen, he loosened his grip on her head, ready to step back to give her the air he thought she needed. But he’d been wrong to assume she was panicking. Instead, she reached out with one hand to pull him closer, not allowing him to escape.

  His little submissive was a masochist. Well, if she wanted the roughness, the burn, who was he to deny her? Winding his hand in her hair, he thrust his cock into her mouth, burying himself deep in her throat. She hummed her pleasure, her nails digging into his backside as she held on tight.

  Tanya’s mouth felt like heaven as she sucked him deep and tried to swallow him whole. Victor wanted to come, to release his seed, but he wasn’t willing to finish just yet. He wanted to be inside her tight, warm pussy, with her clenching hard o
n him as she screamed her own intense orgasm. So as much as he hated to do it, he had to put a stop to her wicked, wonderful mouth.

  “Tanya, baby, you gotta stop.” He tried to ease away from her, but it was as if she was gripped in a fever of need. She held tight, refusing to release him as she continued to suck. He should have realized cajoling would never work with his perfect little submissive. No, she needed a different type of incentive. He pulled hard on her hair. “Stop now, or you’ll be punished.”

  Her reaction was instantaneous. She released his cock and sat back on the bed. “I’m sorry…” Her voice was harsh from the rough use. “I got caught up in the moment.”

  “I want you flat on your back, right now, legs spread wide. Hands above you, hold tight and don’t let go.” He watched with delight as she immediately scrambled to do his bidding. Joining her on the bed, he ran his hands up her legs and pushed them up into a bent position, with her feet flat on the bed.

  She gripped the spindles of his headboard, and her gaze seemed to follow his every move. He reached down and slid a finger into Tanya’s core, finding her nice and wet. Pleased, he stroked her inner walls, causing her to squirm on the bed. He teased her for a few more moments before pulling free. Then, kneeling between her legs, with a hand on each knee, he lowered his head to taste her. He licked and sucked on her pussy lips, before moving his tongue to her clit. As he gently nibbled at the sensitive nub, she gasped and pressed herself against his mouth, her feet braced on the bed.

  Her hips bucked as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her cunt, feeling it getting wetter and wetter. He fucked her with his hand, fast and deep, while Tanya moaned and lifted her ass to meet his probing fingers. “Oh God, I need to come, please, please…”

  “No, you don’t come, not yet.”

  She whimpered and threw her head back against the pillows, biting her lower lip. Using the combination of his mouth and hands, he continued to drive her to the edge of climax, only to pull back again and again. He slid his tongue up and down her slit before delving into her folds and lapping her sweet cream.

  “I…fuck…it’s too much…please…” Tears were leaking from her eyes as she fought back her orgasm.

  Finally relenting, he gave her the command she’d wanted. “Now. Come now.”

  He sucked hard at her clit and thrust three fingers deep. Her sheath contracted around his hand as her orgasm hit. A keening cry escaped her, and she pressed her feet against the mattress, pushing up into his mouth. Juices flowed from her and dripped down her ass.

  She collapsed back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He took his cream-covered digits and painted them over her lips. “Clean my hand.” She eagerly sucked them into her mouth, lapping at her own juices.

  It had been a long evening, but Victor wasn’t done yet. His enthusiastic little submissive deserved her fucking, and he was more than willing to give it to her.

  Although shattered from the intensity of her release, Tanya was in no way ready for the evening to be over. She was looking forward to having him inside her, filling her. Her vaginal muscles clenched at the thought. She really had become a slut for him, her need superseding her common sense. It was as if she couldn’t control how her body reacted anymore. Victor was in charge now.

  As the worrisome thoughts raced through her head, Victor positioned himself on the bed. He propped the pillows behind him and stretched out in the middle of the bed.

  “Get a condom out of the drawer.” She pulled open the bedside table and snagged a foil packet before shutting the drawer. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and stiff. Licking her lips, she sat and waited, wondering how much longer he would make her wait. “I want you to put it on me.”

  Good, not long then.

  She ripped into the package and withdrew the latex sheath. Placing it over the tip of Victor’s cock, she rolled it over his straining erection. He felt hot and throbbed in her hand, and she couldn’t wait until he was in her.

  “I want you to sink your sweet pussy on my cock and ride me.”

  His naughty words had her trembling with desire. She had to obey him. It was a need she couldn’t ignore. Crawling up between his legs, Tanya arranged her body so she was straddling him, a knee on either side of his hips. His cock brushed her thigh, and she shivered at the feel of his hardness, her cravings for him overriding all other thoughts. Grasping him at the base, she rubbed herself over his erection, goading both of them with the possibility of what would be. Victor didn’t seem to appreciate her need to tease, delivering a sharp crack on her ass cheek and jerking her to attention. “Wha—”

  “No more playing.” His hands held fast to her hips, preventing her from rocking over him again. “Are you going to be a good girl, or do you want to be punished?”

  Somehow, she didn’t think she’d really enjoy this punishment. “I’ll be good.”

  He delivered another slap to her rear, warming her ass and making her ache for him all the more. “Excellent choice.”

  Then he moved his hands away from her body, allowing her to take the opportunity to prove she would do the right thing. Tanya knew she could do no less. She craved his approval like a drug. Positioning his cock at her entrance, she slowly began to lower herself onto his erection. Inch by inch, she sank farther down as his hardness parted her delicate tissues. Her channel clenched around him as he filled her.

  He ran his hands over her buttocks, squeezing the soft globes. Stroking over the seam of her ass, he rubbed a finger back and forth over her rosette. Tanya moaned at the forbidden sensation. The unexpected but welcomed stimulation had her pushing back against his probing digit. What he did next shocked her, although she wasn’t sure why, since she’d already experienced an anal plug.

  Using her juices leaking from her pussy, he coated his finger and pressed it against her anal opening. With one quick motion, he pushed it right into her ass. She bit her lip at the invasion. It wasn’t painful, just surprising. He twisted his finger in her ass, and she jerked at the foray.

  Moaning, she leaned forward and braced herself on the headboard. Her breasts were in just the right spot for Victor to take advantage of their proximity. He captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard for a few moments. At the same time, he pinched the other nipple before releasing them both. The multiple stimulations were intoxicating, and Tanya rocked her hips in response.

  But even though it seemed as if Victor was allowing her some freedom, she knew he wouldn’t be willing to give up all the control. And she soon discovered he wasn’t going to wait for her to take her time either. Before she realized what he was doing, he pulled from her ass, wrapped his hands around her waist, and pulled her down onto him. If she thought she had been full before, she was dead wrong. With that one movement, Victor had pushed himself balls deep inside her.

  “Oh God, so full.” She couldn’t think; she could only feel. Feel how her muscles clenched on his hardness deep inside her, how his hands dug into her hips, and how she couldn’t ignore her own need to move. Using her legs as leverage, Tanya began to ride him, moving up and down on his shaft.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? You love having your pussy stuffed.”

  “Good, so good.” She was incapable of complete sentences. The friction from riding him was pushing her to a fevered pitch. Her clit was being grazed with every downward stroke to the point she didn’t know if she could take one more thrust. But she couldn’t stop either. Didn’t want to stop. The only thing she knew was she couldn’t come, not yet. Not until he allowed it.

  “Oh yeah, I know how much you like it. Your greedy little pussy is holding me so tight, it doesn’t want to let go.” His words stimulated her as much as his body did. Her orgasm was creeping up on her, but she didn’t want to beg. Her rapid breathing and trembling body told her story for her. “Don’t you dare come without permission.”

  “No, no, I’m a good girl.”

  “That’s right, you come for my ple
asure. When I want you to come. Only then.”

  She nodded her head, unable to respond verbally, the power of speech deserting her. There was only one thought penetrating her brain at this point. She was his to control.

  He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her head down to capture her lips in a soul-searing kiss. When he finally released her, she went wild, attacking him with her lips and mouth. She nibbling along his jawline, down his neck, and over his collarbone, planting kisses along the way. At the same time, he continued to thrust his hips, pistoning his cock into her.

  She had promised herself she wouldn’t beg, but she was reaching the point of no return. “I don’t know…how much longer…please help me.”

  “Are you asking me to allow you to come?” His hips never stopped moving.

  “Yes, yes.”

  In a surprise move, Victor rolled her over until she was flat on her back and he was pressing her into the bed. “Are you ready to come?”

  She opened her mouth to scream out a hearty “yes, of course,” but then stopped for a moment. “If that’s what you want for me.” Tanya had no idea where the words came from, but as soon as she said them, she knew they were the right answer. His eyes darkened, and he moved his arm under her leg pushing it up and opening her wider.

  “Such a good, good girl.” He pulled his hips back and then propelled forward, sinking his cock deep in that single thrust. She groaned, her body taking him and wanting more. He sped up his movements then, pulling back and surging forward, his hips a blur of motion. “Come for me, my sweet submissive. Come now.”

  With his words, he released her, and Tanya screamed out her orgasm as a torrent of pleasure poured over her. Victor continued to power into her, fucking her good and hard, just as he’d promised. She shuddered and shook as she rode the force that was overtaking them both. He threw his head back and, in a primal roar, shouted out his own release.

  Tanya gripped his shoulders and held him close, enjoying the feel of his body on hers. Victor’s head was buried in her neck, his breathing harsh and labored as their spasms continued. Moments passed as they both fought to regain control.