ran down my spine and I arched into his touch.
“When you push your ass against me, it makes it hard for me to be in control, Evvie,” he husked.
I smiled and licked my lips. A moan escaped my mouth as the cool cube brushed over my opening before he inserted it…wait…I looked down and back up at Brett.
A smug smile formed on his face.
I shook my head. “Did you just…the ice cube…”
“It wasn’t a cube.” His eyes flashed with amusement. “Now turn around.”
I did as he said and leaned back against the couch cushion.
“Spread your legs,” Brett said, grabbing another ice cube…no, it was in the shape of a small ball, from the metal ice bucket on the floor beside him.
I bit my bottom lip and waited, spreading my legs like he asked.
His hand reached up and ran the small ice cube from between my breasts down the length of my torso before reaching my clit.
A cold shiver ran over my body and I whimpered as my pussy swelled. “Brett,” I breathed.
The ice disappeared once it reached my core. “Your cunt’s nice and hot. The ice won’t stay inside of you for long.”
I moaned, the walls of my center clenching around the small balls of ice. I could already feel them melting as they dripped down my inner thighs.
“One more and I think that will be enough.” He cupped my jaw and placed a hard kiss on my lips, before licking his way into my mouth.
I gasped as a third ice ball was inserted into me. My body shivered, my pussy feeling numb. I couldn’t even describe all of the sensations rushing through me. The ice burned but felt amazing all at once.
“I have another surprise for you,” Brett whispered against my mouth.
“Hmm…” Something hard brushed against my clit before delving deeper. I frowned and opened my mouth to ask what it was when a strawberry was brought into my view.
Brett smirked and brushed the tiny fruit over my lips. “Taste yourself, lover.”
I opened my mouth and brushed my tongue over the tip before biting down. The sweet taste of the fruit mixed with the essence of my body, made a flood of liquid seep between my thighs.
“I think you like the taste, Evvie,” he said, eating the rest of the strawberry.
“Brett.”
“What’s wrong?” he teased.
“I need…” I shivered.
He grabbed another round piece of ice and brushed it over my mound. “Do you want to come?”
I threw my head back and panted. “Please.”
His fingers separated my folds. “Your clit’s nice and hard.”
“I—” I whimpered when the ice pressed against it. “Holy shit. Oh God, that’s cold.” I grabbed his hand.
“Hands behind your back or I won’t let you come,” he said, his voice firm.
“Brett,” I pleaded.
He arched an eyebrow.
I bit my bottom lip and did as he said.
Brett moved in front of me and knelt between my legs. He pushed the ice against my aching clit, rubbing it slowly back and forth.
It was pure and utter torture but it felt good. Oh God, did it ever feel good. The burning sensation of the ice mixed with the tingles from my erect clit made a warmth start from my toes and travel up my body. “Brett.”
He spread my pussy lips wider and rubbed the ice harder against me. “Come for me.”
I whimpered as I came fast against his hand.
He smiled. “Now turn around again. Keep your arms on the couch and lover?”
“Yes?”
“Hold on.” He pulled his belt out of the loops with a snap.
My body shook as a shiver ran down my spine. My thoughts travelled to what that leather belt would feel like—
I yelped when his hand landed on my ass.
“Tell me what you were thinking,” he demanded, rubbing his hand over the sting.
My cheeks heated. What if—
Another swat landed on my flesh making me jump but the delicious erotic pain flowed through me like melted chocolate. More .
“Tell me.”
“Your belt,” I panted.
“What about it?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. He knew what I wanted but damn him for making me say it.
I chewed my
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