the thought of that icy cold makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“What do you want, Princess?” he asks, spreading my slickness all over. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
My breath comes in short gasps as his fingers dig into my skin on my back.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it,” I gasp.
I’m not sure if I’m telling the truth or a lie.
“I could do this all day, you know … tease you until you beg me to stop,” he murmurs, smiling against my skin. He places another kiss just underneath my ear. “Would you like that?”
“No …” I say, hissing when he cups my pussy and remains motionless.
“I know you’re lying … This pussy wants to come so badly, I can feel it. I can smell it. I can taste it.”
He lets go of my pussy and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on his fingers like it’s a lollipop and I’m the sweet candy hidden inside. The deliciously devious smile on his face makes my pussy thump with need.
Suddenly, he spins me on my feet and grabs my throat, making me gasp for air.
But his hand … oh fuck, he brings his hand back down and toys with me, still avoiding my clit. He’s teasing me, testing my ability to adjust and accept his dominance over me. I swallow, feeling his harsh grip on my throat with every movement of my muscles.
“I know your pussy is begging me to make it come. Except I’m not here to give you what you want. I’m here to get what I want, and what I want is not for your pussy to beg, but for you to beg me.”
I gasp when he reaches down and pushes two fingers into my pussy. “So tight and wet,” he murmurs into my ear. “So, does this pussy want to come?”
I moan when he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. “Oh, fuck.”
“Oh, what?” he says, thrusting in and out of my pussy with two fingers.
“Yes, please,” I murmur.
“Yes, what?”
He’s taunting me, trying to get me to go to my knees. I’ll go with it … make him think I’m easy. Make it look like I’m conquered. Even though, in reality, I’m still itching to claw my way through him.
“Can I come, please?” I moan, as he circles around inside me.
“Hmm … Where do you want to be touched?” he asks. “There … or there.” He moves his finger to my clit, pressing down on it and rubbing it, making it throb with excitement.
“There! God, yes,” I moan, unable to control my words.
I can’t deny that it feels good, even though I hate him for what he did. My body craves his touch, and my clit loves the attention he’s giving. His grip on my throat only grows stronger, more powerful, overtaking me as I gasp for air and for the impending orgasm. The more he teases my pussy and licks my neck, the more eager I am to do what he wants; even though it goes against everything that I stand for. After what he just did to me, coming should be the last thing on my mind. Instead, it’s the first.
“C’mon, Princess. Come for me,” he growls. “Do it now!”
My body responds to his voice alone, convulsing on his command. I fall apart in his arms, barely able to keep standing as waves of ecstasy flow through me. The warm water of the shower tingles on my skin, making me hyper-alert of his fingers caressing my body, keeping me standing. He spins me on my feet. I blink a couple of times, and when I open my eyes, he’s smiling broadly at me.
“Good little Princess … finally listening to what I tell you to do. A little cold water is all it took for you to obey me.”
“Oh, fuck you …” I mutter, still trembling from my orgasm.
He narrows his eyes, “Say that again, and I’ll keep you under a cold shower for an entire day.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t.”
“What are you going to do about it?” he muses, taunting me.
He’s still reveling in the fact that he won and that he’s in control. It’s almost as if it’s a drug to him or something … like this is what he’s been longing for all this time.
He kisses my cheek, still rubbing my pussy. With his other hand, he holds my arm as he leans in to whisper, “On your knees.”