Page 28 of Crave Me
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
His lips twitched, salacious grin appeared and he peered at me through his thick lashes. “I can tell. Your eyes are blazing fire and your jaw is so tight I’m surprised you haven’t snapped your teeth yet. You want to get off this table and scream at me for making you wait, for not giving you what you want. Do you know what makes me so fucking hard about watching you get irritated with me?”
He’d nailed it. I hadn’t even seen him glance at my face while he’d watched me.
His hand left my knee and a stinging pain hit my outer thigh, making me jump. My eyes flashed to his, and I could feel the fire in my gaze as he grinned wider. “Answer me, Little Bird.”
“What?” I gritted out. “Sir.”
He leaned forward until his nose brushed against mine, his lips to my cheek and back to my ear. “It’s going to be so damn fun, breaking that impatience out of you.” His hand still on my knee tightened, gripping me harder.
His knees widened and he scooted forward. My inner thighs trembled from the stretch as he forced me to spread as far as I could.
Then, something ice cold pressed against my clit and I gasped.
Chilled water dripped down my swollen pussy and I groaned.
“Simon.” I moaned, losing myself in the intense burning, the dichotomy of my heated blood and the ice he was sliding against my slit.
“Sir,” he snapped, glaring at me. “Don’t forget again.”
“Okay,” I breathed out. “Sorry, sir.”
“Good girl. This might sting a bit, but I promise I’ll kiss it better. I’ll make it all better for you, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You remember your safe words?”
God, I loved that he checked. “Yellow for pause, red for stop.”
“Good girl.” He reached into his glass. The clink of ice cubes reverberated in my ears and then he pushed another ice cube against me before pressing it inside.
My head fell back, my lips parted. “Oh God.”
The ice inside of me burned. The cool against my swollen and wet flesh, created a delicious ache deep inside me.
He pinched my nipple and my head snapped up. “Look at me. Focus on me.”
I tried my hardest, the pinch of his fingers on my nipple shot another burst of fire to my sex. He teased my clit with another ice cube. My hips moved, arched. I writhed against his hand while he didn’t take his eyes off me. “Stay still or you won’t get what you want. I’ll leave you like this, so turned on you could come with a single lick of my tongue on your slit, but I won’t do it. Focus, Little Bird. Breathe slowly and absorb everything.”
My heart was racing. My muscles tingling. He had me restrained with his command and not a single binding holding me still.
I listened as best as I could, until he slid a fourth ice cube inside me. He didn’t pull back. His fingers followed. Two, thick fingers inside me, pushing the ice further and deeper. His thumb circled my clit, creating the perfect frisson.
“Please, sir.” I panted, unable to stop myself. My orgasm was building. He filled me with ice and his fingers and God, it wasn’t nearly enough. “Please.”
As if sensing I was at the end of my rope, unable to stop the climax from rolling through me, he dropped his head. His lips moved the lace across my nipple and the friction was too much.
His warm mouth wrapped around my nipple and he bit, pulled my nipple, and fucked me faster with his fingers and thumb.
“Oh shit.” I mumbled a dozen nonsensical words as he worked me over.
“Come on, sub, give it to me.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I couldn’t not obey, couldn’t not do exactly as he’d commanded.
My entire body lit with pleasure. Fireworks sparkled behind my eyelids as I came in the most spectacularly powerful way I ever had.
I shook so hard the table moved, and through all of it, Simon was right there, ministrations never stilling. Mouth and tongue teased and lashed at my breasts until one orgasm rolled into two. Overwhelmed tears dripped down my cheeks.
As it left me, he moved quickly. He wrapped me in his arms and sat back on the couch, He twisted and laid us down until I was pressed between the back of the couch and the weight of him.
“You did so well, Chloe. So good. It was beautiful to witness.” His hand went to my hair and he massaged my scalp, comforting me. He whispered his approval while my eyes grew heavy and I relaxed, overwhelmed and pleased I’d experienced something so contradictorily pleasurable.