Page 17 of Clashing with the Ice Queen

“Uh… oh… god…” Cassandra began to ram her fingers hard and fast against Nadine’s G spot. “Oh… fuck… oh… yessss..”

Cassandra smiled to herself as Nadine’s cries became louder. Of course she would.

As she cried out so loudly it was likely the whole party would hear her she squirted violently drenching Cassandra’s dress.Her whole body was quivering and her finger was still rammed tightly all the way up her sweet little ass.

“Oh, you little slut, you’ve come all over my dress. It’s a new season one as well.”

“I’m sorry,”Nadine yelped as Cassandra increased her tempo again banging hard into her. Nadine’s big breasts were swaying with every thrust and Cassandra enjoyed it.

“How sorry are you?” Cassandra asked, relentless in her fucking.

“Very… very… sorr- arghhhhhhhh” Nadine squirted again all over Cassandra’s dress.

“Messy little slut, aren’t you?” Cassandra continued with Nadine screaming and coming, screaming and squirting. She didn’t let up until many orgasms later and when she finally withdrew, Nadine was shaking and whimpering.

“Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?”

“More than any sex ever in my life,” Nadine’s voice was shaky, yet sure of herself.

“Good girl,” Cassandra said. “You can take your finger out your ass and get dressed.”

6

NADINE

Nadine James leaned back in her modern office chair. The hum of her bustling startup surrounded her. She absentmindedly traced the rim of her coffee cup, her mind spiraling into the world of competition and desire. She was really starting to feel the weight of both ambition and unexpected entanglements…particularly those that involved Cassandra Wynter.

Cassandra was a huge presence in the fashion industry. She was a seasoned CEO who commanded respect. Nadine had been familiar with her striking blonde hair and piercing blue eyes back when she was just a teen living with her parents. At fifty-two, Cassandra she was a force to be reckoned with, a businesswoman who had orchestrated a lifetime of triumphs. Nadine couldn’t help but wonder if everything that had gone down was just another example of her strong grip on the industry and knack for mind games. Nadine had always viewed her as the most calculated and sophisticated rival in the industry. The unexpected sexual angle to their relationship made their dynamic even more complicated.

Nadine recalled the moments that had unfolded between them, especially the chance meeting in the bathroom of a high-end fashion gala meeting. Getting on her knees in the stall to please Cassandra as she commanded her to, had seemed like the most erotic moment of Nadine’s life in perhaps the least erotic of places, where anyone could have walked in and overheard them.

She had realized then that she desperately wanted to please her.

The second occasion on the rooftop felt surreal. Nadine had never thought of herself as a submissive, and yet, here she was, gratefully and eagerly submitting to Cassandra’s sexual dominance in every way. The things Cassandra had done to her, and the sexy growl of her voice had not left Nadine’s head since. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. About her.

Now, as Nadine gazed out at the city skyline, she couldn’t help but feel a knot of concern tighten in her stomach. Cassandra Wynter, with her cunning smile and industry intelligence, enjoyed playing with the boundaries, and Nadine wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t fallen into a well-laid trap. Was this her competitor’s way of destabilizing her? A calculated move to find an opening and exploit her vulnerabilities?

Pacing restlessly, Nadine wondered where the line between rivalry and sexual attraction had blurred. She’d spent years clawing her way up in the fashion world, often viewed as the underdog. Joining the ranks of the industry’s elite was a hard-fought battle, and now she found herself entangled with someone. Not just anybody, but someone who felt like both a rival and a temptress. The thrill of those moments with Cassandra had Nadine questioning way too much. The consequences of this would be professional and personal.

In submitting so willingly and eagerly to Cassandra sexually, was Nadine compromising any professional respect Cassandra might have had for her?

Nadine was trying and failing to keep her guard up. She needed to remain focused and not let her emotions cloud her judgment. Sure, she’d caved twice already, but there was a reason why this powerful woman had spent decades at the top. Nadine could not allow herself to be swayed by fleeting passions when the stakes were so high and the competition was fierce. After all, the world of fashion was not just about creativity and allure. It was about strategy, domination, and maintaining an edge.

As the day wore on, Nadine felt a renewed sense of purpose. She pushed aside the distractions of intrigue and desire, diving back into the world of branding and design that had brought her here in the first place. Maybe passion would propel her forward when she least expected it, but for now, she needed to stand tall, command her space, and remind herself of what she’d fought for. She would not lose sight of her vision, her brand, and her position as a player in the fashion industry.

It was one thing submitting to Cassandra Wynter sexually, but she could not allow herself to submit to her professionally. And the very nature of their sexual relationship was making Nadine fear that their Dominant/submissive dynamic would overflow into their professional life. And Nadine couldn’t let that happen.

The city was quieting down as Nadine made her way through Pulse Media’s sleek office space. She turned off all the lights one by one. Nadine paused at the door, taking a deep breath of the crisp New York air before stepping onto the sidewalk. It had been one of those days…a whirlwind of meetings, creative sessions, and strategic planning. But with a nagging feelingtugging at her insides, she fumbled for her phone. Quickly, she called Phillip, her closest confidant and voice of reason.

“Hey, girl!” Phillip answered, his voice a high-pitched sound of enthusiasm that always made her smile.

“Hey, it’s me. Are you free for dinner? I really need to talk,” Nadine replied, her voice edged with uncertainty.

“Of course! Give me twenty minutes. Meet you at Café Belle?” he suggested, already moving to hang up.

“Perfect, see you soon,” she said, grateful for his instant willingness.

When they eventually met, Nadine slid into the booth. She smiled as the waiter poured their wine. Phillip’s expression shifted from playful to concerned the moment he saw her.

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