He shook his head as he unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and pulled it off. “Your punishment will be whatever I decide it will be. Understood?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
My brain went haywire as his underwear finally came down. The man’s body was a masterpiece, and my eyes jumped around, trying to decide whether I should thank God for his washboard abs first or his thick cock that reached up to almost his belly button. Jagger’s lips curled at the corners.
“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He walked over to the nightstand and took an ice cube from the bucket. “Time to close your eyes.”
I hesitated, partially because I didn’t want to give up the view, but also because I was dying to know what was going to come next. But Jagger’s voice was stern when he spoke again. “Sutton, eyes closed. Now.”
I squeezed them shut and waited. Long seconds ticked by as my anticipation built. I felt the bed dip and heard him moving around, but wasn’t sure exactly where he was. Then a warm hand touched my foot. I jumped at the unexpected contact. Jagger guided my leg toward the side of the bed and set it down gently before doing the same to the other. I’d never been so exposed in my life—my arms were cuffed into a V and legs were spread wide.
“You look beautiful,” Jagger’s gravelly voice slid along my bare skin. Maybe my other senses were more heightened because I couldn’t see, but I could’ve sworn I felt his words caress me. “Better than I could’ve imagined. You look like mine to do as I please.”
“I am yours.” The words hung heavy in the air, and I wondered if I should addto do with what you please. But then the bed dipped again, and cold pressed against myinner thigh. I gasped. My skin was already on fire, and the ice felt like it was burning a path as Jagger slowly slid the cube up my leg. When he reached my center, he veered to my hip and kept going up. Circling my navel painfully slowly twice, he skated along my ribs until arriving at my breast, where he traced the outline of my pebbled areola.
Then suddenly the cold disappeared, and my body went on high alert, anticipating where it might return. It made its appearance at a place I didn’t expect—in his mouth. Jagger sucked in one of my nipples, and the warmth of his mouth gave way to the hard, cold ice inside.
“Oh, God.” I moaned as he pulled back, sucking hard on the withdrawal, and I heard the smile in his voice when he spoke.
“You can call me Mr. Langston.”
The bed dipped yet again and next came the sound of ice rattling. I held my breath, expecting he was getting a fresh cube to do the same on the other side of my body. But instead I felt his hand hovering between my legs.
“Squeeze those eyes shut tight. I don’t want them to open and spoil all the fun I’m having.”
I’d barely had time to comply before something nudged at my entrance. At first I thought Jagger had slipped a finger into me, but then I felt a cold burn inside me. I arched off the bed at the odd sensation. “Jagger…”
“I’m going to work the other side of your body, then catch the drops that drip out of you with my tongue.”
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Jagger took his time tracing up and down the right side of my body. By the time he was done, I’d grown desperate for friction. He settled between my legs, lifting my thighs over his shoulders. His tongue lapped at me, slurping up the constant drips of water leaking from my body.
“Jagger, please.” I lifted my hips from the bed and tried to maneuver my clit to his mouth, but he only laid a hand at my stomach and flattened me back to the mattress.
“When you’re ready,” he said.
“I’m ready now.”
Hetsked. “You’ll be ready when I decide you are.”
I pouted, but it did nothing to hurry him along. Long licks built me to a panting frenzy, and when his tongue speared inside me, I realized he might not have to touch my clit to set me off after all. My muscles tightened, and I felt the wave building. Just when I thought it was about to crest, Jagger’s tongue disappeared.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “No!No. No. No!”
The amused tone of his voice made me want to smack him. “Patience is a virtue, Ms. Holland.”
“So is compassion, so I think you should put me out of my misery.”
He chuckled. “You can open your eyes.”
I squinted at him. “My whole body feels like there’s a tickle I can’t scratch.”
His smile widened, and he crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. His cock pressed against me. It was so hard, so right there...If I could just…I wiggled beneath his weight, trying to position my hips so he was lined up at my opening.
Jagger sat up and looked down at me. “You’re trying to test my control.”
“No, I’m trying to break it.”
He shook his head. “That’s not possible.”
