Page 54 of Break the Ice
Her nipple puffs up even more. Stiffer and harder in my mouth. I tug it between my teeth and revel in how I can practically feel her arousal.
It pulses off her. The heat of desire mixed with the slickness of arousal and involuntary shivers surrender brings.
Sugar’s lost all decorum about her. She’s mine to devour. Mine to dominate.
My dick twinges at the thought.
“Fuck,” I huff, rising to kiss her on the lips. “Your tits are so fucking amazing. I want them in my mouth at all times.”
I switch tits and devote attention to the other one. My hand wedges itself between her thighs and cups her pussy. Slick wet heat greets me and makes me groan around the soft mound in my mouth. She’s soaked. So wet she could take me now.
Her clit throbs against the pad of my thumb. The swollen nub feels softer than a fucking rose petal as I rub her in fast, greedy circles.
I kiss her on the mouth and grind my palm into her pussy. She’s about to come and I’ll be quick to follow.
“R-Rafe… ohhh… wa-wait…” she babbles. She braces her hands against my shoulders.
“There’s no waiting, Sugar. Round two’s begun. We’ll start with you answering my question.”
Her eyes round. “If this is about the preseason—damn it, Rafe!”
My mouth smashes into hers and I pluck her off the counter. I carry her folded up like this, as if she’s a personal possession of mine and not a woman. In my fucked up mind, they’re one and the same.
Marisse agreed to this game. She knows the rules. If she wants out, then she no longer has my silence.
Something she’d never risk.
She’s got to play. She’s got to win the round or else it’d be a real problem for her.
I use the moment to cool myself down. I let myself get a little carried away—easy to do when kissing her and sucking on those tits—but this round’s about toying with her. Punishing her ’til she understands where she went wrong.
I kick shut the door to my bedroom and set her down on her feet.
I’ve always kept the room basic. Much like the rest of my condo, it’s got the must haves and not much else.
Dark wooden platform bed. King-sized. Matching dresser and small bedside tables. Little else other than the slim brass table lamps and a giant smart TV. The automatic window shades are always drawn, making the space dark and low-lit.
Other than fucking and sleeping, I don’t spend time in this room. I don’t spend much time at home, period.
I carefully brush some of Marisse’s curls from her ear and nip at the tender flesh. “You might not know this about me, Sugar. But I’m a glutton for punishment.”
She draws an uncertain breath. “I feel like there’s a catch.”
“There is. What I meant to say was, I’m a glutton for giving punishment. And if I do say so, I’m pretty damn good at it.”
“All I did was have din?—”
“It doesn’t matter,” I cut her off. I’ve twisted her arms behind her back and pulled her up against me. Holding her wrists in one hand, I use the other to drag her dress the rest of the way down her hips. Her panties join the slinky fabric on the floor. Deliciously naked for my viewing pleasure, I drive her forward. My tight grip leaves no room to argue. “Remember when I told you I’d take you over my knee and spank that ass in front of the whole team?”
“Once again showing why you’re the biggest asshole to ever live.”
“I meant it. I think you might need a spanking. But I have something else in mind.”
She starts to ask what I’m talking about, then yelps as I lift her up and toss her onto the bed. Before she can even begin to struggle, my large hands dart out and pin her to the mattress. I drag her left arm up at an angle above her head. I slide the strap of the bed restraint into place.
The same happens on the right side. Both restraints cinch tight around her wrists and have her forming a V. She kicks her legs out and scowls at me.
“Just what kind of nasty stuff do you think you’re doing—don’t you dare!”
