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body. He smiled softly,
leaned in and kissed me. Tenderly, romantically, reassuringly.
    ‘As do you to me,’ he whispered in return, as he
pulled away, then reached for something off the table. ‘Do you trust me?’
    ‘Yes, Sir,’ I answered without hesitation and was
rewarded with the megawatt smile, the one that made women swoon at his feet and
chased the dark shadows away. I heard that damn annoying squeak leave my
throat, the one that betrayed me every single time, the one that told him what
he did to me, without me even saying anything. He just chuckled and lifted up a
long piece of what looked like red silk. He pressed up against me as he
positioned it over my eyes and secured it tightly behind my head. I frowned, I
loved looking at him. He was a masterpiece, designed to be stared at and
admired.
    ‘You’re not happy,’ he stated. I bit my lip, was I
supposed to answer that? ‘You can tell me,’ he added, I could hear the smile in
his cadence.
    ‘I can’t see you, Sir,’ I advised, with another
frown, as if it needed stating.
    ‘No, but I can see you and I’ll be observing your
responses. I want you to feel what I’m doing to you. I don’t want you
anticipating what it may feel like, because you can see what I’m about to do.’
I nodded my head, it made sense, but I wasn’t sure how happy I was about it. I soon
sighed contentedly as he kissed my throat, and trailed his tongue down to where
the cups of my bra joined in the centre of my chest, as his hands swept up and
down my waist. I tipped my head back, letting him kiss my throat properly and
gently bite it. I was just starting to moan with desire when suddenly all
contact was lost. I turned my head back and forth trying to hear him, but all I
could hear was my very heavy breathing.
    I gasped in shock, as I felt something chill my
nipple, something freezing cold, hard and wet. The gasp turned into a startled cry
as the same feeling hit my other nipple, then both at the same time. I tried to
move away from the burn, but my back was firmly against the hard wood of the cross
behind me. Lips pressed against mine, easing them open and my mouth was filled
with the same cold that was still rubbing over my nipples. He’d just slipped an
ice cube into my mouth. He was freezing my nipples with ice! His lips pressed
back onto mine and I pushed the ice cube back into his open mouth and he
chuckled, then transferred it back as he plunged his tongue in as well. What he
was doing was kind of hot and erotic, but I shivered as the ice on my breasts
started to melt and trickle down my belly. Lucas pulled away and lapped up the
trail, rubbing another cube in my navel, as I let out cries of impatience for
him to touch me properly. My skin was red hot where he hadn’t iced it, it just
seemed to highlight the contrast. I was desperate for him to slide himself into
me, to make me come as he made love to me again, I was burning up with desire,
but he was toying with me. I wanted to tell him off, but I didn’t want to let
him down. He’d been explicit with his instructions.
    ‘Shit,’ I yelled, breaking all my good intentions,
as he slid a cold cube through the puffy, engorged lips of my pussy.
    ‘Language, angel,’ he chastised sternly, as he
eased the cube inside me, ‘You’re racking up spanks, which I’ll take great
pleasure in doling out.’ I panted as my muscles stretched to accommodate the frozen
lump. All my intentions of complaining at this rude and unexpected intrusion ceased,
as his fingers gripped my thighs, his thumbs opening me up and his tongue
circled my clenching, freezing entrance. I moaned in delight and tilted my
hips, thrusting myself against his mouth as he lapped at my excitement, along
with the melting water dripping from me, before moving up to suck on my clit. I
was like a coiled spring, desperate for release, but as I quivered and started
to tense, nearing my blissful climax, he suddenly pulled away again. I heard
him padding across the