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The possessive thought was something that could ignite any fire, pushing every man’s boundary. I crawled between her legs, selecting a single ice cube. The scent of her sweet pussy was enough to enthrall me, but this wasn’t about my pleasure, but hers.

Or so I wanted to keep telling myself.

I was a sadist but there was little I enjoyed more than being able to drive pure rapture into a woman. I was floating on air as I carefully swirled the edge of the cube in exactly the same location where the whip had been.

Shivering, Jasmine stopped her movements, sucking on her lower lip. Was she trying to hide her emotions, masking her reaction? She would soon learn she could never mask her true self from me.

I took my time, rolling the cube up and down her pussy, marveling at how quickly she was panting. Seeing the few drops of perspiration beading across her lip was just another powerful draw. With the first cube completely melted, I grabbed a second. Even the skin of her stomach was on fire, strings of water running down both sides almost immediately. Unable to resist, I dragged my tongue through them, making exaggerated sounds to ensure she knew what I was doing.

As I’d done before, I waited until both melted before grabbing two more. Only this time, I drove the cubes past her swollen folds.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

As I pumped them in with rough actions, she twisted and rocked, the sound of the rope continuing to stretch allowing for a true sense of satisfaction.

Now I was a crazed man, replacing my fingers with my mouth. The sweet taste of her was incredible, like cherries in the spring, and I took my time allowing the ice and heat from my tongue to drive her into the same level of madness.

But I wasn’t stopping there, using a third and fourth cube as she writhed. Everything about this moment was sheer perfection as she began to drift into another moment of rapture. As she’d done before, she dug her heels into the comforter, pushing down with extreme pleasure.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her pants and moans were mixed together, her head twisting back and forth.

As I gathered her legs into my arms, keeping her bottom aloft from the bed, I buried my face into her sweet pussy.

And within seconds, I was rewarded with the woman I’d claimed being pushed into an intense orgasm.

Feasting was such a joy.

CHAPTER 24

Jasmine

Pleasure.

I’d always believed it was a short-lived feeling, a moment of sheer rapture that was fleeting. When it was gone, it was gone. But everything Braxton had told me had come to pass. Without being able to see what he’d been doing, I’d been fearful at first yet had instantly yielded to the pure but simple ecstasy.

Even now, just as the crazed climax began to sizzle, the sensations from the wax and ice to the remaining slight discomfort from the intimate pussy whipping left me quivering. I was a blubbering mess, unable to process a clear statement, let alone dare attempt to say anything that made any sense.

I longed to touch him, craved for his lips to drive me into another incredible moment of ecstasy. And I could swear he knew exactly what my mind and my body needed, tenderly pressing his lips against my earlobe. When he bit down, I wasn’t certain I even recognized my voice.

He was growling, the sound pushing even more barriers. I was so lightheaded yet full of energy. The combination was strange but exhilarating. As he peppered light kisses down my cheek, dragging his tongue around my lips, I found myself purring.

Every sweet moment was exaggerated as my needs intensified. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and what I needed, the how of which remained a mystery that I could only marvel at. The influx of electricity had shoved the ugliness aside, allowing me to experience the sheer joys of passion in an entirely different way.

While I continued stretching the rope, fighting to free myself, I really didn’t want to escape him. Why would I? He was chuckling darkly as he dragged his tongue around my right nipple, biting down before sucking.

The concept of pain and pleasure remained in the forefront of my mind. I could easily surrender to him forever. The thought should terrify me, but it didn’t.

“Please,” I found myself saying.

“Please what, little koala?” His voice was even huskier than normal.

Where my mouth and throat had been dry before, the moment I thought about having my lips wrapped around his thick cock, I was salivating. But the truth was that I needed him. All of him. It felt as if he was my drug and I’d pass out if he didn’t fill me with his thick shaft.

“You sure you want that, baby?”

Was the man teasing me? “Yes. Oh, God, yes.” I didn’t need to wait long, the feel of his body weight pressing against mine adding to the white-hot surge of electricity. Now my sense of scent was enticed more than it had been before, awake and alive as his exotic aftershave wafted into my nostrils. The man was truly masterful at creating passion, but no matter what he said, I doubted it had but so much to do with being trained by some unknown master dom.

He was taking his sweet time, which would normally be fine, but my inner core was throbbing. I couldn’t help myself, continuing to struggle in vain. The man was a master at tying rope, something that shouldn’t surprise me about him. I was arching my back, straining against my bindings as the feel of his cock pressing between my open thighs left me breathless.

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