It’s like no kiss I’ve ever experienced--like being embraced by some ice king on a distant planet or taken to a cold, dark cave by a barbarian who just came in from a blizzard. It’s all my childhood fantasies wrapped into a single, startling sensation. His tongue flicks across my lips, already cold and biting from the cube of ice, and his lips leave chilly memories of his touch everywhere they press against me. The movement of our tongues sends the ice cube from his mouth to mine, where it chills my mouth until the numbness makes the comparative warmth of his mouth a new shock all over again. When the cube eventually melts down between the passion of our mouths, he pulls back, dragging his hand along my jawline as he does.
“Pain doesn’t have to be unpleasant. Served up with pleasure, it can have the same effect without any of the discomfort. Or,” he says, picking up a another cube and pressing it gently against my nipple. “It can be uncomfortable.”
I squirm against the cold after only a few seconds. The mild discomfort starts to transition to a dull, biting kind of pain. I take a deep breath, which only pushes my breast harder against the cube and drives the spear of cold farther into me. Just when I’m about to ask him for mercy, he pulls the ice away and sinks his head down to the spot, where his warm lips feel like fire after the cold of the ice.
I gasp, arching my back and bucking against my restraints. He runs his hot tongue along the edge of my nipple and then sucks the hardened nub into his mouth before lifting his head to smirk at me. “But the discomfort only makes the relief that much sweeter. Doesn’t it, princess?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Sir,” I add.
He chuckles. “That’s good. You’re learning.” He caresses my cheek, holding his hand there as he leans down to kiss me on the lips just as tenderly. The way he’s able to shift from fiery passion to smoldering tenderness is a shock to my system--and not a bad one. It might be easy to get used to his tender touches or even his reckless, passionate touch, but not when I don’t know what to expect. It keeps my nerves alive and ready for everything as if they are truly drinking in the world for the first time.
He picks up a fresh ice cube and takes it between his front teeth. I think he’s going to kiss me again, but he moves by my feet and starts to--
Oh God.
He climbs on the table and grips my panties in both hands, yanking so the fabric splits down the middle and splays open, lying uselessly beneath me and dangling over the edges of the chair. He lowers his head dragging the ice cube along my inner thigh in a way that makes me jump, but only as much as I can while pinned down.
I’ve never been as wet as I am now, never felt more blinding need to be filled and fucked. He’s not going to give me the relief I want, yet. I don’t know how I know, except that he seems so supernaturally in tune with my body and my needs that I think he must know exactly how bad I want him inside me right now--how bad I want to cum for him. And I think he’s enjoying dragging it out.
He gently sets the ice down just above my clit where it starts to melt against the warmth of my skin, cold rivulets of water trickle down the creases of my inner thighs.
“Pain isn’t just about enhancing pleasure,” he says.
I squirm, but I’m careful not to move so much that the ice falls from me. Though he didn’t say so, I suspect Jayce won’t be pleased if I let the ice fall. So even as the cold starts to feel more like a numb, burning sensation, I stay still, looking into his eyes--using them as an anchor to push past the discomfort.
“It’s also about establishing lines of trust. Learn to trust that I know your limits better than you do, and only then can you truly let go. Only then can you truly submit.”
I close my eyes, biting my lip against the mounting discomfort. He brings his mouth down over the ice, giving me just the barest tease of warmth before he draws a trail from my mound to my clit with the tip of his tongue. He attacks my pussy with his mouth like he’s been dying to taste me for his entire life. I struggle to spread my thighs more for him, but can only do so much with the restraints. I don’t even notice the people watching us anymore beyond the vague awareness in the back of my mind that we’re putting on a show and the dirty undertone that it adds to situation.
His touch is fire one second and ice the next, with the heat of his tongue lapping at me only to be replaced by the icy sting of the cube. When the first ice cube melts down to nothing, he lifts his head and I can see the glimmer of my juices on his mouth. The sight of it is so hot I wouldn’t be able to stop from tackling him to the ground and taking that cock of his myself if I wasn’t tied down.
He picks up another ice cube and gives me a look that makes me nervous, like he’s excited about something dirty he’s going to do, and if what he has already done wasn’t dirty and exciting enough for him, I can only begin to imagine what he’s planning.
2
Jayce
My princess is laid out for me like a treasure. Curling hair as silky and black as raven’s feathers, but with the most stunning sky-blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s beautiful, but not just because of her curves or the shape of her face. There’s a beauty in what lies behind her eyes--the set of her mouth and the way she carries herself. She’s wounded. I knew it from the moment I saw her. My little bird with the broken wing…
To see something so perfect and pure that has been broken and abused makes my blood boil. It makes me want to hurt. To kill. But more than that, it wakes an unstoppable need in my chest to take her into my care and protect her from any more harm, to give her a chance to heal so the world can see how fucking sublime she is.
She’s my perfect stranger. My princess. Whether she realizes it or not, I have no plans to let those long legs walk out of my life. So I’m going to start by giving her a night she’ll never forget.
I take the ice cube and hold it up to her. I let the anticipation build. Used properly, anticipation and suspense work just as well as pain and discomfort. They are all tools, and crafting the perfect sexual experience is much like building a fine piece of art--something extraordinary can be made with the most simple tools, or even no tools at all, but mastery of every tool can lead to something so exquisite it could have never been previously imagined.
I wait until the flicker of her eyes from the cube to her mound tells me she has connected the dots and knows what I’m about to do. Using the edge of the cube, I take my time drawing a line from her bellybutton to her entrance, where I apply just enough pressure to ease the cube inside her. They are small cubes, roughly the size of a bottlecap, and I know her heat will make short work of them, so I don’t stop yet.
She’s watching me with fascination, eyebrows pulled together and mouth open. I can already see the way the ice is melting and running out of her pussy in a thin line of water. I can hardly wait to lick it up, but I want her to have the full experience, so I don’t stop yet.
I tease her with each cube, tracing wandering paths across her body and sometimes following with my mouth to give her the contrasting sensation she needs, but one by one, I get five cubes of ice inside her pussy.
I can’t deny myself anymore, so using the flat of my tongue, I lick up her thigh where the water has run from her pussy all the way up to her clit, loving every fucking second of it. She cries out, body rocking against the restraints and eyes squeezed shut.
By now, the cold is likely getting intense, especially for someone who isn’t used to this. Thankfully, the cure she needs is one I’ve been dying to give her since I first laid eyes on her. I yank beneath the table to give her leg restraints enough slack to let me bend her knees until I have her where I want her.
“You’re not going to take them out first?” she asks, looking down with sudden panic.
“And spoil the fun?”
I don’t give her time to dwell on it as I ease the tip of my cock into her, planting both hands on either side of her head so I can hold myself up and watch the expression on her face.
“You feel it, don’t you?” I ask as I work just the fir
st few inches of my cock inside her warmth. I stop when I feel the cold of the ice, not wanting to push it deep inside her, only to shock her system with the contrast of the heat of my cock and cold of the ice. “The way the cold makes your body tingle all over? How it makes your pussy tighter for me until your walls are practically choking my cock?”
“I feel it,” she says, eyes closed and head tilted back.
“Too much of a good thing can make you numb, but just the right amount…” I say, stretching her with another inch of my cock and pushing the remnants of the ice deeper inside her. I let out a grunt of enjoyment as the melting ice makes her walls feel shockingly cold around me. I know it will only be moments before the ice has completely melted, and I’m going to make her cum as she feels heat return to her core. “And you’ll cum like you never have before. Give yourself to me for tonight, princess. Surrender your body. Surrender everything.”
“Yes,” she says, breathing heavily. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good fucking girl,” I growl. The last of the ice drips between our bodies, and I hold nothing back. I thrust into her, bending to suck her erect nipples, giving her even more of the warmth I know her body is craving.
“God,” she cries. “Jayce…”
I never find out what she was going to say, because her pussy is like a hot glove gripping me now, and with a subtle adjustment of my hips, I hit her exactly where I know she needs it. The plan was to pull out, to see how gorgeous she looks with my cum covering her tits and stomach, but for the first time with a woman, I lose control. I lose every last shred of restraint. I might be the dominant, but in the moment she’s the one dominating my body. I relentlessly plow into her supple body, until the sounds of my pelvis slapping against hers drowns out my every thought.
She cries out in a single, long, unending syllable of bliss. I clench my teeth as my orgasm rocks me to my fucking core. My cock pulses for what seems like ages, filling her with cum as each wave of pleasure rips through me. When I finally pull out, she’s still shaking from her own release. I could overload her senses, push her even deeper into her pleasure, but I don’t. I ease myself down from the bench, feeling lightheaded.
“Lie still, princess,” I say softly when she tries to lift her head to see what I’m doing. “I’m just removing the restraints. I need to make sure you don’t have any friction burns, and I’m going to use an ointment that should help with any unseen irritation.”
I move to the curtains and press the button, giving us privacy again. Her aftercare isn’t something for the eyes of anyone else. This is our moment.
She lowers her head with the slightest hesitation, but seems to understand. I put more lotion in my hands once I’ve unbound her. I take my time inspecting her inch by inch. I’m not just making sure she is unharmed after our experience, I’m trying to commit every line and curve to memory. “You’re a masterpiece,” I say as I rub some of the circulation back into her wrist.
She lowers her eyes, but says nothing.
“You act ashamed when you’re complemented. Why?” I ask.
Her eyes dart to mine but she looks away again. “I’m not sure.”
I grip her wrist a just a little tighter. “You won’t lie to me.” It’s not a question. Not a threat. It’s just a statement. It’s a reminder for her own sake--that she knows she can’t hide anything from me. I don’t care if she sees me as a stranger or a one night stand. I refuse to let her hide from me.
She sighs, rolling her head to the side and staring toward the far wall. “It makes me feel stupid, maybe. Naive. Because so many men work their way into my life with shallow compliments. I used to believe them, like them, even. But now it just feels like a trap, I guess. Like I’d be stupid to latch onto it and let it mean anything.”
I nod. Stepping back into my briefs and pants as I talk. “The heart is a fragile thing. People talk as if the heart can grow tough and resistant to the world, but I’ve never thought it worked that way. I think we put up walls. We close ourselves off because we want to protect our hearts like our lives depend on it. Maybe they do…”
I hand her her dress, which she takes and slides over her head as she sits up. “If our hearts don’t get tough, what does?” she asks.
“This,” I say, touching a gentle finger above where the bruise on her side is and then below her eye. “This,” I add, pointing to her forehead. “I think your heart is worth protecting, princess. And I don’t want to see your beautiful body have to take another scratch in its defense.”
“What are you saying?”
“Let me be your shield. Let me be your Dom. I can take care of you.”
She laughs, shaking her head while watching the ground. “We just met,” she says, but her tone doesn’t convince me she’s truly objecting.
“And?” I ask.
She glares at me, but somehow it’s more adorable than frightening. “And I’d be crazy if--”
“You let me put ice cubes in your pussy and give you the best sexual experience of your life?”
She closes her mouth, giving me a glare that is actually a little frightening. “If I told myself this was more than just a hook up. I mean, God,” she says, putting her palm to her forehead and leaning her head back with a sigh. “I just had unprotected sex with a complete stranger. What was I thinking?”
“You mean that’s not a normal Friday for you?” I ask.
“Actually, this is a normal Friday for me. I wake up finding myself in the middle of a relationship I’d do anything to get out of and realize I’m a complete mess and keep making the same mistakes over and over again. See this is what I mean, I make bad decisions when it comes to men. This,” she says, pointing to the room as her lips twitch from holding back tears. “This was just my most recent mistake. But I’m not sticking around to see the horrible ending this time. I may be a slow learner, but even I can see this end coming from a mile away. I’m sorry,” she says, picking up her shoes and storming out the door.
She slams it behind her, leaving me standing in the middle of the room. I could go after her. I could convince her to stop and talk to me more--convince her I’m different, that being with me wouldn’t be the same. That’s not what she needs right now, though. She needs time. I may not have the patience to wait long, but I can give her tonight to figure things out. Tomorrow, she’s mine again.
3
Miley
I blow out a long, frustrated sigh as I stand over the stove top. I’ve got eggs scrambling, bacon cooking, and biscuits cooking in the oven. If that wasn’t enough, I have some turkey sausage in the microwave and a chocolate muffin on standby if I make it that far.
When Kyle steps out of his bedroom in our shared apartment, he raises an eyebrow. “Damn, sis. How much do you think I’m going to eat?”
“This isn’t for you,” I say shortly.
He pauses, rubbing the mess that is his hair. He narrows his eyes, tilting his head and moving closer until I feel like he’s going to see exactly what I’m thinking. “The fuck happened last night, anyway? Bates had to cover your shift when you never came back. You didn’t get caught up with some creeps in the back, did you?”
“No,” I say, swallowing hard. I’ve never been a good liar, especially not when it comes to my brother.
“Was it Jayce?” he asks. I can see him tensing. As much as I love Kyle for how he protected me when dad was at his worst, I hate that I can see some of dad in him. Kyle may find a more honorable way to channel his anger, but the same rage boils inside him that always boiled inside dad. The difference is dad took it out on his kids.
“It didn’t mean anything,” I say, letting out the breath I was holding. “It was dumb. I told him we shouldn’t see each other again. So you don’t need to--”
“That fucking creep,” growls Kyle. “Does he know you’re barely twenty-three? How old is he? Thirty? More? You’re like a fucking kid to him.”
“Kyle…” I say. “I told you. I told him. It was a one time deal. Just forget it.”
/> Kyle shakes his head, like it’s already forgotten. “Yeah, well that’s for the best. Apparently he’s into some dark shit. Like some really fucked up criminal kind of shit.”
“What?” I ask. “He didn’t seem like the type.”
“You two did a lot of getting to know each other last night?” Kyle asks in a tone that rubs me the wrong way.
“Maybe we did,” I say defiantly.
“Well, I guess he failed to mention the human trafficking scandal from a few years ago. Everybody talks about it. They say he was selling young girls to members of his club in some kind of black market auctions.”
“How do I know you’re not just making this up to keep me away from him? That you’re not just trying to decide who I do and don’t date?”
“You don’t, Miley,” he says, voice full of frustration. “But maybe if you thought about it for two seconds, you’d realize I’m the only person in your life who has ever actually tried to protect you.”
I know he doesn’t mean for them to, but his words bite straight through me. My chin quivers with the threat of emotion. I push it down. I’m not going to be so weak. I can be strong. I can be tough. It’s like Jayce said, I can put my walls up.
“Say I believe you,” I say after a moment. “Even if I was still planning on seeing him again--which I’m not--what am I going to do, just ask him if he’s ever participated in human trafficking?”
“Maybe ask around at work tonight. You might be surprised what you hear. Anyway, I’m going for a run. Don’t eat all that yourself, you’ll have a heart attack.”
“If I ever decide to go back,” I say dryly as he laces up his shoes and throws on a hat before heading outside.
I snatch up a piece of bacon and bite into it angrily. I feel like a spoiled brat for thinking it, but I wish Kyle would butt out of this one. I’ve needed him and appreciated his help my whole life, but just once I wish he’d let me deal with my own mess. I already decided to stay away from Jayce, even if I had the hottest dreams of my life starring him last night.
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