Page 54 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

I hesitate. Oh shit, why am I so fucking mad and turned on by him at the same time? Elliot St. Germain is a lethal combination to my well-being. He makes me need high blood pressure medication and to change my panties with every interaction. I move from in front of the open door, letting him inside.

He walks in and immediately turns around so his chest is just barely brushing against my back, forcing me to stay still with anticipation alone.

"Did you enjoy punishing me like that? Does the idea of your naughty boy getting fucked, turn you on?" he says, slipping his hand up my neck and around to lightly grip my throat.

Pressing my luck, I hit him with a tough pill to swallow, "Someone has to tell you the truth; it might as well be me." He squeezes my neck harder as I speak, pressing his hips into my back.

"No one has ever called me a cunt before. I would probably be really fucking pissed if I wasn't so turned on," Elliot growls, his voice a dangerous whisper.

"Well, getting you hot and bothered wasn't my goal," I retort, even as my body betrays me, responding to his touch and the electric sexual tension crackling between us.

"That's too bad because now I'm going to punish you for it," Elliot growls.

"What?" I squeak out.

"You heard me, Anatife. I'm going to punish you, over and over tonight, like the naughty boy that I am. You will be begging me to have mercy on you by the end."

Elliot spins me around abruptly to face him again and gives me a look that lights my blood on fire, before commanding, "Take off all of your clothes and get on the bed."

I stay still, unsure of what to do as my body and mind align on how we feel about this situation. Body and mind are incredibly turned on, but logically, I am still so pissed at his shitty attitude.

“Do you still trust me?” Elliot asks, his gaze softening.

“Of course I do.” I say. My answer alone tells me everything I need to know. Mad or not, I trust every part of myself with him. I trust him in a way that I can't even comprehend. I let my anger from earlier fuel my primal instincts and decide to take this journey with him. I peel off my shirt and push my sweats down to the ground. Completely bare to him, I step close, reaching out to touch him.

"No, get on the bed," he snaps. "All fours. I want to see that pretty ass of yours in the air."

My heart races as I follow his instructions, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself as instructed. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and my body trembles with a mix of unknown desire. I turn my head behind me to watch Elliot as he moves. He quickly takes his clothes off. I feel the bed dip beside me as he comes closer to my body. The sharp slap of his hand against my ass makes me squeal. I was not prepared for that, but damn it if I don't want another.

"I want you to count each one," Elliot says. "One down…" His palm makes contact with my other cheek.

I whimper, "Two." This time, his hand rubs the spot to ease the sting, giving the likely very red spot a swift kiss. His palm continues to strike my cheeks over and over again until I'm a dripping, breathless mess. I need more. I want more. With one last slap, I scream out, "Ten! Elliot, please fuck me."

He chuckles roughly. "Oh no, your punishment isn't over yet." He moves to stand on the edge of the bed, his eyes darkening as they roam my body. "Get over here and suck my cock," he demands. "I want to see every barbell disappear down that tight little throat of yours."

“It’s only punishment if I don’t enjoy myself,” I tell him with a smirk.

“Fuck, Anatife. Get over here.” He grits out.

I kneel before him, bringing his hard length to my lips and kissing the tip before using my tongue to circle around him. I slide him down my throat, taking my time to explore each piercing with my tongue. He bottoms out against the back of my throat, and I swallow deeply, then begin to work him. I suck and drag my lips and tongue over him, knowing exactly how he likes it. With one hand on his thigh and the other on his balls, I give them a squeeze and feel him twitch. He's getting close. I intensify my efforts, sucking him mercilessly until his groans become erratic and his hand pulls my hair tightly, holding me in place as he spills down my throat. I swallow one last time before releasing him with a loud pop.

I hop back in the bed, adjusting my body so my head hits the pillows. Unsure of what Elliot is playing at, but trying hardnot to let the disappointment settle in that I am at horniness level 11. Elliot stands at the foot of the bed, catching his breath.

I move my hands down my body, reaching my clit. But Elliot stops me abruptly, gritting out the word, "Stop." He swiftly bends down, pulling my legs so that my pussy is aligned with the edge of the bed.

"The only person making you come tonight is me." Elliot's mouth engulfs my throbbing clit, pleasuring me with his tongue and fingers completely. He continues to bring me to climax with one orgasm after another until I'm barely able to move. I'm completely limp in his arms.

Just when I think he is done, he moves his mouth from me, his mustache glistening with my arousal, and sits on the bed. He grabs a condom and slips it on quickly, pulling me to straddle him. He glides into me from underneath and pumps into my body at a furious pace. Pushing my arms behind me, he holds them there in one hand while using the other to guide my breasts to his face. He pulls and plays with my nipples as he pounds into me, bringing me to an earth-shattering orgasm again. My release leaves me screaming out his name at such a volume I'm pretty sure the walls of the hotel shake.

Completely and absolutely spent, I collapse onto him. Elliot laughs, wrapping me in his arms. "Did you enjoy your punishment, my Anatife?"

No longer actively mad at him, mainly because he has exerted any and all energy I had, I snuggle up to him and giggle. "Maybe. I'm pretty sure the entire hotel heard me scream your name."

"Yep, just how I like it," Elliot says, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Who needs secrecy, anyway?"

I give him an incredulous look. "We do, you idiot."

A slow sad smile spreads on his face. "I know, but shut the hell up, and let's just have this moment."

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