The droplets were icy cold, striking her hot skin like frozen bullets. Wendy gasped as though she had been stung. Her eyes widened as she watched Sky slowly lowering her fingers.
Rubbing one flat surface of the ice between Wendy’s trembling breasts, Sky eased the cube lazily over her body. She allowed it to slide over the warmth of Wendy’s breast then circle close to the pale-pink flesh of her areola. Wendy closed hr eyes and stiffened on the uncomfortable wooden bench. Excited tremors were coursing their way though her entire body and her sighs grew heavier.
The ice was freezing against her nipple, but Wendy relished the sensation. She pushed herself on to the cube, groaning as the pleasure that has threatened to course through her finally took hold. Sky leant forward and placed a kiss on her mouth. She squeezed the ice-cube hard against Wendy’s bare breast as their lips met.
Wendy responded excitedly, plunging her tongue into he cool, silky haven of Sky’s mouth. The intensity of her arousal was surprising but not unwelcome. When their mouths separated, Wendy smiled into Sky’s grinning face.
Sky brushed the melting ice-cube over Wendy’s lips. With a wicked expression glinting in her eyes, she rubbed it around Wendy’s gaping mouth, then against her tongue.
Gasping, Wendy accepted the ice, relishing the tiny speck of refreshment it provided. The lingering flavour of her own sweat clung to the cube, adding to her excitement. The ice seemed to evaporate as soon as it touched the inside of her mouth but a sliver of chilled water trickled down the arid tract of her throat. She was almost overcome by the intensity of her body’s heightened response.
‘Take these off,’ Sky said. Wendy opened her eyes and saw the woman was tugging gently at her panties.
A warning voice at the back of her mind demanded she show some caution. Perhaps the men had been exaggerating with their tales about the Black Widow, but to the rational part of her mind that seemed unlikely. Mounting excitement and heat-exhausted weariness helped Wendy ignore the internal voice of reason. Without giving the matter any serious thought, she lifted her legs and slid the seat-soaked panties away from her body. She dropped them to the floor and rubbed splayed fingers through the forest of public hairs above her sex.
Sky released a growl of appreciation, a salacious smile spreading across her lips. She had her fingers buried in the half-drained tumbler and was fumbling purposefully in the water.
With a shiver of anticipation, Wendy watched the woman lift a second ice-cube from the glass. Cold droplets splashed against Wendy’s inner thighs. The much-yearned-for chill was so acute that she groaned deeply. Sky pushed the fault surface of the ice-cube against the sweat-slicked lips of Wendy’s sex. Wendy heard herself scream. The sound came from some place between agony and ecstasy, although she could not decide which emotion was the strongest. As if the pressure of the ice-cube were not stimulation enough, she realised that Sky was rubbing it gently against her. The entire length of her pussy was chilled as Sky stroked the cube deliberately up and down. Then, without any warning, she was forcing the smooth frigid surface against the hood of Wendy’s pulsing clitoris.
Wendy pushed a hand down between her legs and clenched her fingers tight round Sky’s wrist. It had been her intention to move the woman’s hand away. She could sense the ferocious power of her impending climax and its enormity frightened her. She quickly realised that Sky wanted to keep her fingers where they were. There was determination flashing in the depths of her hazel eyes and Wendy knew it would be futile to try to struggle against the woman. She glanced unhappily into Sky’s face, wishing there was some way of reasoning with her. Seeing her blank, uncompromising smile, Wendy realised she was at the woman’s mercy. Regardless of how intense it was likely to be, Wendy knew she was going to have to endure this orgasm.
A bitter smile twisted Sky’s face as she pushed the ice-cube harder against Wendy’s sex. With squirming fingers, she twisted the flat surface into the throbbing ball of Wendy’s clitoris.
Wendy groaned, snatching a breath as the threat of an orgasm edged closer. The sensation of melting water between her legs was so exquisite she could not contain her excitement. The ferocious explosion of pleasure was welling to a crescendo when Sky moved her hand slightly. Wendy gasped and tried to push it away, fearful of enduring too much pleasure. But Sky held her hand firmly in place, and despite Wendy’s protestations, despite her struggling, Sky slid the ice-cube between the lips of Wendy’s labia. With one long, graceful finger, she pushed it deep into her cleft.
The scream that echoed around the sauna was so piercing it could have shattered crystal. Wendy was struck by a powerful climax that caused red dots to erupt in front of her eyes. Distantly, she guessed that she had come close to passing out, and the thought unsettled her. She studied Sky with renewed admiration, blinking at her as she tried to clear her vision.
Sky was grinning. If Wendy had known her better she would have realised this was the predatory grin of the Black Widow. But this was the first time Wendy had seen the expression and she did not know what to expect.
Sky circled her arm round Wendy’s waist and eased her away from the bench. She embraced her for a second, allowing Wendy the chance to rub her hot, sweaty body against the woman’s cool, dry robe. Then Sky was guiding her down, on to her knees.
Plaint and eager to do whatever Sky asked, Wendy moved into position. When she was finished, Wendy was kneeling between Sky’s legs, smiling avidly up into her sombre face.
‘Are we friends now, Wendy?’
Wendy nodded, a heartfelt sigh shuddering from her chest. ‘We’re friends,’ she agreed.
Patiently, Sky asked, ‘Are we friends who help one another?’
Wendy nodded again, unable to suppress her eagerness to agree. ‘Of course we are,’ she said enthusiastically.
‘Of course,’ Sky repeated. ‘I just helped you enjoy yourself, didn’t I? Now, I’m going to help you to a drink of water. Then you’re going to help me.’
Wendy did not hear the last five words of Sky’s sentence. Her attention was caught by the mention of a drink. She stared past Sky, gazing at the pitcher of ice-cold water with a dreamy smile.
Holding Wendy’s face steady with her hands, Sky started into her eyes. ‘Are you going to help me when we’ve finished?’
Wendy swallowed dryly, then tried to look beyond Sky’s shoulder at the pitcher of water and the fluffy pink towel. ‘Of course,’ she whispered. ‘Of course I will.’
Sky smiled to herself. ‘Of course,’ she repeated happily. ‘You’re going to run Elysian Fields for me and do exactly as I say?’
Wendy was so desperate to enjoy a taste of the chilled water she would have agreed to any demand that Sky made. Simply promising to look after the health farm and do Sky’s bidding hardly seemed a difficult task. It was almost as though the Black Widow was being charitable and, for that, Wendy felt grateful. She had forgotten about the cruel treatment John and suffered and her morning’s imprisonment in the sauna. Her earlier antipathy was now replaced by a growing respect.
‘You do understand that I’m now in control of Elysian Fields, don’t you?’
Wendy swallowed and whispered, ‘Yes.’
‘And do I take it that you’ll answer to me, above anyone else?’ Sky pressed.
Wendy nodded again, eager to agree to anything Sky asked. Her gazed kept switching to the pitcher of water and she tried to stop herself from being distracted.
‘You’ll even accept my instructions over those that Faye Meadows gives you?’ Sky asked suddenly. There was a harshness to her voice as she asked the question and Wendy blinded twice before answering.
‘I don’t know,’ she began. Seeing the frown cross Sky’s brow, she realised she had given the wrong answer. Wendy shook her head, cursed herself, then nodded, suddenly confused by the difficult task of supplying a yes-or-no answer. ‘Of course,’ she gasped quickly. She knew she had spoken the words too hastily and too late but once they were said there was nothing she could do. It was not that
she wanted to disobey the Black Widow. Right now, she was more than happy to do anything the woman commanded. The furious pulse of her arousal would not have allowed her to respond any differently.
But the idea of following Sky’s instruction over Faye’s was something different. Agreeing to that would be a violation of the trust that the owner had invested in her and Wendy felt uncomfortable with that prospect. She had agreed only to appease the Black Widow but she had down so in such a way that they both knew it was a lie. For an instant, Wendy was touched by the fear of Sky’s retribution. The thought sent an icy chill through her and she stared miserably into the woman’s eyes.
Sky smiled warmly into Wendy’s weary face. ‘You look ready for that drink,’ she observed. Her voice was overly rich with kindness. Her soft smile and gentle tone seemed so sincere that Wendy wondered if her lie had been accepted. Sky seemed to have moved on from her list of demands and Wendy felt her fears ease.
Wendy nodded, her eyes widening as she watched Sky lift the pitcher of water from the tray beside her. ‘I’m more than ready,’ she agreed. ‘I’m desperate.’
Still grinning, Sky brought the pitcher of water between them. With her free hand, she tugged the length of cord from her dressing-grown. Wendy caught a shadowed glimpse of the woman’s nudity, but her concentration was centred on the pitcher.
‘Desperate,’ Sky laughed softly, repeating Wendy’s word. With a casual flick of her fingertips, she pushed the dressing-grown open to reveal her naked body. Her nipples were rigid with excitement and her shaved pussy lips were dark and swollen. ‘I’m fairly desperate myself,’ Sky remarked, her sultry tone making the meaning of her words obvious. ‘Should we do something about that before we satisfy your thirst, or do you think we can combine the two?’
A frown crossed Wendy’s brow. ‘How?’
Smiling into her consternation, Sky stroked long fingers through the hairs at the nape of Wendy’s neck. Using the gentlest pressure, she pulled Wendy’s head close to her breast, and whispered, ‘Let me show you how.’
Wendy allowed herself to be pulled closer, dark arousal churning her stomach as her lips neared Sky’s nipple. She was prepared to let the tip of her tongue dance against the woman’s flesh, eager to repay some of the pleasure she had just enjoyed.
As her tongue met Sky’s breast, she felt the first splash against her face. Glancing up, she saw the Black Widow pouring chilled water on to the heated union between her breast and Wendy’s mouth.
Struck by a sudden avaricious need, Wendy began to lick the ice-cold water from the woman’s body. She felt Shy tense as the chilly liquid froze her flesh, but the woman’s groan of enjoyment revealed her true feelings.
Wendy licked at Sky’s body in a furious attempt to satisfy her craving. Her need to taste the water was an overwhelming compulsion. Without realising she had done it, she embraced Sky’s narrow waist and held her tightly in her arms. Her tongue and lips rubbed over the feverishly hot flesh of Sky’s breast.
The two women sighed as their separate appetites were brought closer to satisfaction. Laughing softly, Sky tipped the brim of the pitcher and poured an icy stream of water over her other breast.
Wendy released an excited shriek and moved her mouth against the cool, wet flesh. She sucked hard on the nipple. Rubbing her lips greedily over Sky’s breast, she tried to lick up every last droplet of water. As she pressed her mouth against Sky’s body, Wendy squeezed herself close to the woman and moaned softly. She could feel Sky shivering and wondered if it was caused by the icy chill of the water, or her mounting excitement. Listening to the woman’s quickening cries of arousal, Wendy supposed it did not take a genius to work out the true source.
‘Here,’ Sky gasped. She was holding the pitcher at eye level, her hand shaking slightly. ‘Try this,’ she commanded.
Wendy’s lips playfully teased one nipple as she looked into Sky’s face.
Sky groaned and splashed water over her body once again. This time the stream of chilled water ran between her bare breasts. Wendy moved to get her mouth against the liquid but Sky held her hair tightly for a moment. The two women exchanged glances: Wendy’s hurt and puzzled; Sky’s cruel and confident.
Sky waited until the water had pooled between her legs, holding her fingers tightly in Wendy’s hair. As the last droplet rolled over her shaved labia, she smiled salaciously and pushed Wendy’s head down.
Wendy pressed her mouth against Sky’s sex without a word of protest. She stroked her tongue against the glistening-wet pussy lips, lapping greedily at the woman’s hole.
Sky groaned. Her fingers were still buried among the hairs at the nape of Wendy’s neck and she kept tight hold, continually forcing her down.
Wendy dared not resist as her head was pushed lower. The side of her face was pressed against the bench while she stroked her tongue against the slippery lips of Sky’s pussy. And still the woman kept a firm hold of her hair.
‘Lick it all up,’ Sky gasped, the words broken by her mounting enjoyment.
Wendy could feel an excited tremor shaking the arm that held her. Her own greed for the water would have made her lick Sky’s sex happily, but the woman’s stern command reminded her that she was not just drinking. Determined to please her, Wendy pushed her tongue into the velvety depths of Sky’s sex.
Sky groaned.
Wendy pushed her tongue deeper, sensing the musky fragrance of Sky’s arousal. Instead of lapping up chilled water, she was drinking warm, syrupy pussy honey. Its sweet taste and mellifluous scent inspired the return of her own arousal. As she buried her tongue into the slippery warmth of Sky’s sex, Wendy could feel the pulse of her own desire beating with renewed vigour.
‘My clit,’ sky gasped, passion tearing the words from her throat. ‘Tongue my clit.’
Wendy obeyed without hesitation. She slid her tongue from the warm confines of Sky’s pussy and trilled the tip against her pulsing pearl of pleasure.
Sky shrieked furious words of elation as the thrill of an orgasm began to gather.
Wendy could feel the woman was tense and ready to explode. The thighs by her face were rigid with pent-up pleasure. The hands that held her head were pushing furiously down. Wendy continued to tap her tongue against the woman’s erect clitoris, extracting as much pleasure from Sky’s climax as she had from her own. As Sky reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, a misty spray of pushy honey splashed Wendy’s nose and lips.
Sky’s groan of joy echoed dully around the sauna walls. It was a guttural drawl, filled with dark, meaningless expletives. From between the woman’s legs, Wendy watched her rock her read from side to side. Her teeth were clenched tightly in a grimace of delight.
Wendy had expected the woman to release her head when the orgasm struck, but Sky made no attempt to move her hands. Conversely, she seemed to hold the hair in a tighter grip and Wendy was touched by a rising tide of panic that snatched the air from her lungs.
‘Good,’ Sky breathed quietly, staring down at her. Her voice trembled slightly with the aftermath of her enjoyment, but other than that she seemed to be in absolute control once again. ‘You’ve just proved how useful you can be,’ she whispered. ‘Let’s see if we’re still agreed on the terms of our working relationship.’
With her head pressed against the bench, Wendy could do nothing but glance up fearfully.
‘Who’s in control of Elysian Fields?’ Sky asked.
Wendy drew a shivering breath. ‘You are,’ she said firmly.
Sky smiled. ‘And who’s going to run this place for me, for the foreseeable future?’
‘I am,’ Wendy said quickly.
Still smiling, Sky nodded. ‘And whose instructions do you follow from now on? Mine or Faye Meadows’?’
‘Yours,’ Wendy said immediately. She was determined that there would be no trace of doubt or hesitancy in her tone this time. ‘I follow your instructions.’
Sky nodded, seemingly satisfied with this response. ‘You were a little unsure about that point earl
ier,’ she observed quietly. ‘And while I admire your dedication to Faye, I need to be absolutely sure that you’re on my side.’
‘Of course,’ Wendy gasped, trying to nod from her position between Sky’s legs, trapped against the bench. ‘Of course,’ she repeated nervously.
‘Well,’ Sky began hesitantly. ‘While I’d like to believe you, without hesitation, I think we ought to have another little drink together.’
Wendy frowned, not sure she had heard correctly, or if she had understood the woman.
‘Another drink,’ Sky said, pouring icy-cold water over her chest and on to Wendy’s upturned face. ‘Have this drink with me, then I’ll feel better about trusting you.’
Wendy pushed her tongue against Sky’s sex and began to lap furiously at her cleft. The icy water had been a welcoming balm before, but now, as it splashed up her nose and into her moth, she felt close to gagging on it. The idea of being drowned by a combination of iced water and Sky’s pussy honey did not seem particularly outrageous. As her lungs struggled to snatch a breath of air, her rising panic returned with a vengeance.
Sky sucked hungry breath, holding Wendy firmly as her sex was treated to another debilitating session of the woman’s kisses. ‘Oh, yes,’ she growled softly. ‘Carry on doing that and I’ll have no problem about trusting you,’ she told Wendy encouragingly.
With water still splashing on and around her face, Wendy gasped and tried to shake her head. Her tongue was working furiously on Sky’s labia. She was blinking the ice-cold liquid from her eyes and snorting it out of her nostrils in a desperate attempt to see and breathe while she performed the task. She knew that the woman wanted proof of her absolute submission but Wendy could not think how to express it. She was prepared to do anything Sky asked and, as she lapped at the woman’s hole, she tried to think of the words that would reinforce that point.
‘Who’s in control?’ Sky demanded suddenly.
Wendy slid her tongue from the silken warmth of the woman’s pussy. ‘You are,’ she gasped, injecting her words with such frank sincerity there could be no question of disobedience. ‘You’re in charge.’
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