Toxic - Zoe Blake Page 0,40

then slid to the floor. I gingerly stepped out of them.

As I stared out at the lights of Paris, I heard a soft rattling sound as the ice settled in the champagne bucket.

Richard’s hand reached between my legs.

I cried out as I felt the ice touch the warm skin of my cunt. Richard leaned his body in to pin me against the window so I could not escape the cold pain.

“Richard! Don’t!”

His free hand crept up to wrap around my throat.

I stilled.

“Shhh…”

I whimpered as he worked one of the round ice cubes into my resisting pussy. It was so cold, goosebumps rose on my thighs and arms.

Pushing the first one deep within my body with one long finger, he then pushed a second cube in.

“It occurred to me you might not fully understand the cold gripping fear I experienced the moment I realized you had fled the city yesterday.”

“Richard, please. It hurts,” I rasped, trying to inhale past his grasp on my throat.

He pushed a third ice cube into me.

I rose on my tiptoes in a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable.

Every muscle in my body seemed to clench as I shook. It was hard to believe how numbingly cold just a few ice cubes could feel. It was torture. My stomach cramped.

“Do you feel that, baby girl? The painful cold that chills your blood and makes you feel sick?”

I nodded.

I heard the rustle of the ice bucket again. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I tried clasping my thighs closed, but Richard kicked at my feet, forcing my legs open. In quick succession, he forced two more ice cubes deep inside of me. Frigid water dripped down the inside of my thigh as the ice melted from the heat of my body. It did nothing to stop the brutal agony.

“This is what fear feels like. It takes over your entire body till you just want to curl within yourself. This is how I felt not knowing where you were or if you were safe.”

“I’m sorry, Richard. I’m so sorry.”

Involuntarily, I tried to push the offending ice cubes out, but Richard’s palm against my cunt kept them in place.

Suddenly shifting his body, Richard was in front of me with his back against the window. His chilly hands pressed against my tear-flushed cheeks. “Never do that to me again, little one. It would kill me.”

His dark eyes shimmered with intensity as he leaned down to claim my mouth. His tongue swept in to take possession. I returned his kiss with just as much fervor, clawing at his tuxedo jacket as I rubbed my stomach against his heavily engorged cock.

“That’s it, baby. Open your mouth for me,” he breathed against my lips.

He tasted like scotch and mint as the tip of his tongue teased the sharp edge of my teeth then skimmed along my bottom lip, before once more devouring me.

Breathing heavily, he pulled back. Placing his hands on my hips, he lowered to his knees between my legs.

“Oh, God! Richard!”

The first warm swipe of his tongue felt like a kiss from the devil.

The ice cubes had melted, leaving my pussy feeling cold and tight. Each touch from his tongue was heavenly fire. The tip flicked and teased my clit. I moaned as I drove my fingers into the thick waves of his hair, holding him closer. My head fell back, the extremes of hot and cold driving me wild as every nerve point in my body fired.

The lights of Paris danced and flickered across my half-closed eyes as the violin strains of ‘Drive’ by the Cars seeped into my consciousness. On some level I knew that meant the musician must be aware and could even see what was going on… but I didn’t care. My universe centered around Richard and what his mouth was doing.

Slamming my palms against the window, I cried out as an orgasm so intense it was almost painful racked my body.

As my knees gave out, Richard rose off his knees and caught me. With me lifted high in his arms, we returned to the table. This time I was on his lap.

Richard held the flute of champagne to my lips. I took a long sip and choked a little on the bubbles as they tickled the back of my throat and my nose.

My cheeks flamed when two servers approached with our first course. As I looked at Richard, I saw the side of his mouth quirk up. He tapped the end of my nose.

Reading my mind, he said, “Do