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doing my best to convert you.”
    The very idea sent a rush of heat throughout Eve’s
limbs all the way to her fingers and toes. He cupped his ice-filled palm to the
back of her calf and began sliding upward. The curved cubes glided and melted
in a wide frosty line over the slender swell of her calf muscle and behind her
knee. He moved so slowly, the cold nearly burned.
    “Oh my God, that’s cold!” she shrieked.
    “Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I were
rubbing you down with warm scented oil, now would it?” He drew a wet path up
her thigh and under her ass cheek.
    The ice melted with the heat of her skin. A few
trickles of water slid down the back of her leg and Eve shivered. He followed
the same action with her opposite leg before grabbing a few more cubes. Then
slowly, he reached up and circled the ice around her nipples, drawing them even
harder than they were before. The temperature was biting cold. Her nipples were
already raw and sensitive from his rough foreplay, and just the feather light
brush of his breath was enough to make them sting. Still, she couldn’t deny
that it was the sting that turned her on.
    “Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked in
a low tone.
    “I—I thought that was the punishment.”
    “Only part of it.” Taking a single piece of ice
between his fingers, Donavan lifted it between her legs. When the ice made
contact with her clit, Eve jerked in her shackles.
    “Oh God!” she gasped, but he didn’t relent. He
drew a long wet path over her swollen cleft all the way to the throbbing
entrance of her pussy and didn’t stop there. Carefully, slowly, he pressed the
rounded ice inside of her and her hips bucked.
    “This…is the punishment,” he murmured.
    Before Eve could curse again, he joined the first
piece of ice with a second and then a third. The shock to her nerves stiffened
every muscle in her body while her toes curled. The shape, the texture, the
temperature was all so foreign yet her clit throbbed with the combination. Oh,
he was a bad, bad man.
    “I’ll tell you how this is going to work. You
have to keep the ice inside you until it completely melts.” He followed the
last piece of ice inside with his fingers, pressing them up as far as they
would go. “If one piece falls out, I’ll replace it with another. Understand?”
    Eve barely heard him. The sensation of his
magical fingers stretching her pussy felt too good to ignore. If he kept them
there, even if he didn’t move them, she could surely orgasm.
    “Eve? Do you understand me?”
    “Yes,” she panted as her pussy convulsed around
the ice and his fingers.
    “Yes, what?”
    “I understand.”
    He clucked his tongue and reached for another
piece of ice.
    “This is for not addressing me with the proper
term.”
    Through the haze of her mind, Eve realized what
he was doing. He wanted her to call him Master but even she knew that no Mistress
in her right mind would ever utter such words.
    “I will not call you Master. Ever.”
    “We’ll see.”
    Donavan tilted a gaze up at her. Maybe he was
wrong about her being a submissive. Maybe her reactions were genuinely just
from sexual stimulation. He didn’t think so. He had been with enough women,
submissive and vanilla, to know when domination turned one on.
    He glanced up. The expression on her beautiful
face was endearing. Pure concentration. She was desperately focused on keeping
the ice from falling out. Regardless of whether she wanted to admit it out loud
or not, she was doing it because he commanded her to. For now, that would have
to be enough of her submission to satisfy the Dominant inside of him.
    Cock painfully throbbing, he lowered his eyes
from her face and decided he had exercised self control long enough for a
little reward. Leaning, he pressed his thumbs to her swollen pussy lips and
spread them apart, exposing her slippery cleft to his direct line of sight.
Glorious, he thought, fighting a moan. Angling his head, he covered her