“You seem upset, Sunny.”There was a slight chuckle in his voice, but it never quite broke the surface of his icy tone. "Tell me why."
“Because…you won’t. You won’t…”
“Say it, Sunny. If you want me to be nice, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to push them in. All the way in.”
“Like this?"He pushed two fingers inside of me all the way to his second set of knuckles. Then curled them upwards.
"Ohhh!"For a moment, it felt glorious, like I was getting exactly what I wanted. But once again, he didn’t move.
“Move your fingers. Please, move them!”
He didn’t move his fingers. Not even a wiggle. And when I tried to move my hips, his other hand, still on my thigh, pressed down so I couldn’t.
"No, Sunny, none of that."
I didn't realize I'd brought my own hand down to my core until he knocked it away.
But main point: He denied me the pleasure of his hand, then denied me my efforts to do it myself.
Then he just stood there, looking every bit the cruel Ice King as he watched me squirm around his fingers, my body practically screaming with sexual frustration.
“Not nice,”I moaned.
He just stood there.
And eventually, I reached my hands he where couldn't stop them—to my breasts, heavy and swollen with need. I palmed them, tugging on my nipples. All the while chanting,Cruel Ice King! Cruel, cruel, cruel.
Apparently, out loud.
"You think I'm a cruel Ice King?"he asked without a shred of pity while I lost my mind.
I was in control when he'd first walked into the room. But somewhere along the way, I'd lost all pride, touching myself in all of my inflamed erogenous zones. My breasts, my neck, my burning face—even my lips felt swollen with need. I clamped and licked at them, squirming around his still hand.
And Cole continued to stand there with that icy smirk as I unraveled below him.
“So not nice." I panted, turning my burning face into the cool sheets. “You’re watching me humiliate myself. And it’s so not nice?—”
He suddenly started pistoning his thick fingers inside of me. Just like I wanted. But even better.
He extended one of my legs and pulled it to his chest, keeping it straight while the other one splayed out to the side.
Opening...The word dropped into my mind as my vision began to blur at the sides.He's opening me up.With the long bulge of his cock pressed against the soft flesh of my inner thigh.
Why was this position so erotic? I didn't know, but the part of me that had been denied for what had probably been only minutes but felt like hours immediately started to quicken.
The fire was back. Building...building.
Then he dropped to his knees in front of the bed and let the leg he'd been holding straight fall over his shoulder as his mouth came crashing down on my core.
Without removing his fingers.
"Oh! Oh!"My back arched, and my fingers tangled in his hair, ruining his slicked-back pompadour.
But I couldn't care or bring myself to apologize like a good little showgirl. I'd never, ever been attended to like this. The combination of his mouth and his fingers felt like the most erotic sex dream come true.
I hated him a few moments ago, but now I had to let him know,“Oh, Cole. That feels so good. So good!”
