the silky edge of the fabric over every inch of her body. She shivered at the gentle caress, the slight tickle over her hard nipples, the length of her arms, the sensitive skin of her belly. Down her legs, over her knee, and round her toes. He took his time, watching her face with an intensity that made liquid warmth trickle between her thighs.
“You like this,” he murmured. “The feeling of being bound for my eyes, for anything I want to do. The excitement of not knowing what happens next.” Her body prickled with awareness, until every stroke of the tie ramped up her arousal and sensation. He parted her legs wider and ran the fabric over her swollen pussy until a long whimper broke from her lips. “So wet and ready for me.” He tossed the tie onto the floor. Flashed a wolfish grin. “Are you feeling a bit hot?”
Hot? She was burning alive, desperate for him to touch her where it mattered. Frustration nipped her nerve endings, stripping away the layers of civility until there was only the man before her and what he could give her. “Yes.”
“Then let’s cool you down, shall we?”
He took the cup from the nightstand and shook it. The rattle of ice echoed in the air.
“Wh-What are you going to do with that?”
He lifted a brow. “Whatever I want.”
And then she knew what her punishment was going to be.
Her eyes widened. He stripped off his clothes. Laid a condom on the edge of the bed. Then, taking his time, drawing out the tension, he lifted an ice cube and sat on the edge of the bed. Studied her body as if deciding where to touch her first. Arilyn stiffened, waiting for the first slide of ice against her skin, and then he pressed the cube to the curve of her neck.
Wet. Icy. She shivered, and he ran the ice down to the valley of her breasts, tracing circles round and round them. She gasped at the sensation. Her nipples hardened, lengthening, begging for contact as he moved closer to the center. Arching up, silently begging, he finally slid the melting cube over her right nipple.
Oh, God.
The sharp burn of cold numbed her nipple. Arilyn hissed out a breath, shaking her head to ward off the feeling, and then he lowered his mouth and sucked on her nipple.
She gasped. The delicious wet, the heat of his tongue, the slight scrape of his teeth, all combined to fire her senses off like an explosion. He moved to the other breast, repeating the motions, and Arilyn tugged at her bound wrists, crazed to touch him and move and make him stop and make him continue.
“Ah, you like that. Let’s see what else you like.”
“Stone.”
“I love your sweet body. I love the sounds you make in your throat, and the way you say my name.” Rivulets of water trickled down her tummy and slid lower. He kissed his way down, lapping up the liquid. “I love the way you explode in my arms and give me everything you got.” He grabbed another ice cube and traced patterns over her stomach, dipping into her navel and licking. “Spread your legs, little one. Wider. Yes, like that, beautiful. So swollen and wet. Now be a good girl and don’t move.”
Her thighs shook. He ran the ice over her inner thighs, tracing the line of pubic hair, moving closer to his goal. Her clit throbbed for attention, and she was so ready, she knew she’d come if he just gave her enough pressure.
He didn’t. He teased her mercilessly, allowing the cube to melt around her channel but not close enough. He licked, he bit. She twisted, she moaned.
“Please, Stone. I can’t take any more.”
“Not done with you yet if you’re still able to talk.”
And with that, he pushed the ice cube inside of her.
Arilyn shot up, a keening whine echoing in the air. The freezing chill met with blistering heat, setting off mini convulsions of pure arousal and need. He moved the melting cube in a slow rhythm. At the same time, the second cube was pressed against her throbbing clit.
She cried out his name and jerked.
The brutal pain/pleasure ramped up her arousal until she hung on the edge of a cliff, desperate to be pushed over. Then Stone replaced the cube with his hot, wet tongue, licking the swollen nub. Once. Twice.
She came hard, tears stinging her eyes at the intensity of pleasure. Instead of softening, he sucked more