‘Thirsty, kitten?’
I shake my head, relieved that I’m no longer alone. My anxiety recedes but my heart still beats in my ears.
‘No?’
His cologne drifts past me as a soft brush of fabric caresses my skin. I try to rise to meet him; he’s so near, our skins almost touching. I recognize the sound of liquid once more and Kai’s appreciation as he swallows, lips smacking in an exaggerated fashion.
‘You’re sure? You don’t know what you’re missing.’
As he swallows again, the chink of ice sounds against the glass. I can almost feel the cool liquid travel his strong throat and I swallow instinctually, suddenly craving the taste of the wine I can scent in the air.
‘I want,’ I say breathily.
‘How badly?’ His voice is deeper, huskier, as he rolls the cold glass against my jaw, causing me to jerk my head. And I want pretty bad, but I can’t verbalize the notion, the words lodged at the back of my throat.
‘Open wide,’ he croons, turning my head, fingers briefly against my chin. ‘Ah, sweetheart, you already have.’
Muscles clench at the unexpected and cool invasion as he suddenly drives, what feels like, two fingers in between my legs. I whimper as the fingers retreat.
Grazing my jaw, he kisses the edge of my mouth before pressing the glass to my bottom lip. I tilt my head back to receive the sacrament and my mouth is filled... by fingers. I taste myself on them before he replaces them with his glass, and at last, my mouth is filled to overflowing with crisp, cold wine. It spills past my lips, falling to my chest as I shiver in its cooling wake.
‘Oh dear,’ he murmurs with a sigh, his tongue now lapping my skin and the liquid trail. Despite the cool of the wine, I’m heated from the inside out. Desire courses through my veins as he skims my bottom lip with his tongue. I moan softly fighting the urge to bite, to draw it inside.
‘More,’ I demand.
‘Better than martinis’?’ He asks with a soft laugh, as something hard and cold touches the centre of my bottom lip. ‘Suck,’ he rasps, trailing fingers dragging from my lip as a cube of ice slides onto my tongue. ‘Suck harder,’ he commands.
Drawing in my cheeks, I suck deeply, the ice turning to vapour, I’m sure, forgoing the liquid phase. The hum of appreciation he makes flips my insides. My senses are heightened, his closeness taunting as I feel him moving between my open legs, reminded once more of how helpless I am.Helpless to his desires.
‘Stick out your tongue,’ he whispers, ‘let me taste.’
I feel him over me, my insides tightening in pulsing jolts. His mouth touches mine, sucking, licking, gently biting my bottom lip as cold fingers trail my heated skin.
‘More,’ I plead again as he pulls away.
‘Such a greedy girl.’ Deliberately misunderstanding me, he brings the glass to my lips, the liquid overflowing a second time. ‘Andsomessy.’
Something smooth and cold follows in the wake of the wine, making a path between my breasts. I jump and shiver, reacting to the sting of the ice he begins trailing across my skin. Circling my breast slowly, he moves the ice in decreasing circles, until it glides across the edges of my areola.
‘Cold,’ I whimper as the ice reaches my nipple. A divine, numbing sting.
Cool lips touch my breast as my peaked nipple is taken into his mouth, his tongue an exquisite contrast against the bite of the ice.
‘Better?’ I hope it’s a rhetorical question as I try very hard to absorb the sensations. ‘I think you still need to cool down.’ Arrogance masquerades amongst his words, but I’m beyond caring as again, the frozen torment begins. I pant, the anticipation of the ice almost too much to bear.
Its borderline painful and I moan loudly as my body surges against the chill, my nipples hardening further, singing with the sensation.
In a swish of air, he moves and my heart sinks.
I sense he doesn’t move far. Cloth rustles over the sound of my breathing and then the slow descent of his zipped fly. Almost immediately something bites against each nipple in turn; something tight, not quite piercing. I cry out in surprise, the sound lengthening as I try to process the sensation ofpain,actualpain this time. My breath comes in small panting bursts as he speaks.
‘You look so beautiful,’ he murmurs against my ear. ‘Try. For me.’
The stinging sensation begins to dissipate, the now dull, needy throb radiating to my clit, the line between pain and pleasure becoming somehow hazy. As he peels the silk away from my eyes, his naked abs and hard cock jut out between us. And a moment later, I’m staring down at a familiar pair of ornamental butterflies perched against my skin, their purpose now painfully clear.
Kai’s eyes shine with intensity, an almost amber liquor-lustre, as he watches me, watching the butterflies as I breathe through the insidiously tempting pull of the clamps. Beautifully sadistic. My nerves are jarred as I try to absorb the almost overwhelming bitter-sweet sensation.
‘Sweet...fuck,’ I moan out.
