Page 70 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
The ice is melting quickly against my opening. Bernadi just holds it there watching it turn to liquid against my pussy. When there’s nothing left between his fingers and my flesh, he leans down and sucks up the water with a soft lick of my pussy. A faint moan sails out of my mouth.
He looks up and inhales deeply, his shoulders rounded with tension. His face is taut with the expression of someone who’s waging an internal war.
Keeping his gaze on mine, he reaches into the bucket and pulls out another cube of ice. He brings thatto my opening, the frigid temperature making me jump again. Then, without warning, he pushes it inside.
Icy tentacles spread out from my core to every inch of my skin and I start to hyperventilate. My body doesn’t know which way is up. It’s burning with anticipation and now freezing cold from the inside out.
Bernadi pushes a hand up to my neck. “Slow down,” he orders. “Slow your breathing.”
I do as he asks, anchoring my gaze on his.
“Good girl.”
He shifts to my feet and looks at his handiwork. I feel sopping wet, as though the cube is melting faster than a polar icecap in the blazing sun. “Thirstygirl.” His praise makes my toes curl. Then he rocks forward on his knees and holds my thighs apart with his thick hands. He leans in and licks me from my back opening to my clit, sucking up the liquid as it spills out of me.
A delirious moan works its way from the base of my chest.
Again.
His tongue is perfection. I don’t need to ask as just one lick has him obsessed. He laps at me furiously, his fingers digging craters in my thighs. He suckles on my clit while squeezing fistfuls of my leg. It’s painful and delicious and in seconds I’m moaning like a wild animal.
He goes back to licking and uses his fingers to move the ice around inside me. It’s almost completely melted now and my panties are soaked through. I’m starting to lose sense of where I am and grind against his mouth,drawing a growl from his throat. Thankfully, he doesn’t let up. In fact, his efforts become more single-minded and he focuses them on my clit, licking and sucking me into a frenzy.
“Benito… I’m going to come.”
He hums his approval into my flesh and I buck up to him letting him feast even harder, then a white light explodes behind my eyes and my awareness narrows to the sensations between my legs and nothing more. I convulse madly as he finishes me off, not letting up even as I jerk sensitively under his mouth.
Finally, his licks soften and he looks up, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. We stare at each other, both of us short of breath. Then his gaze darkens again.
“On your knees.”
Through the haze of post-orgasm, I wonder how he can be so optimistic. Has he forgotten he’s tied me to the table?
I try to lift my arms and apart from the fact they feel heavy having been restrained, they do actually move—they’re no longer tethered. I sit up and watch him back up towards the curtain-covered balcony, his eyes following me the whole way. “On. Your. Knees.”
He can’t be serious. I glare at him, wondering if it’s appropriate or not to laugh, but he levels me with a dark look. “Contessa, if you want me to fuck you, you have to show me how much you want it. Nowcrawl.”
There are a million sharp retorts on the tip of my tongue but they won’t come out. Because even thoughthe idea of crawling to a man makes my blood run cold and challenges my feminist ideologies, I want to do this. I want to please him. And, if the way he moves his dick is anything like the way he orchestrates his tongue, by God I want him to fuck me.
I drop to my knees and his Adam’s apple moves in a dry swallow. He strokes a hand down his tie then shoves both hands into his pockets. He leans back against the concealed balcony and watches me.
I pull my dress down over my bottom, timidly, then place my hands on the floor. When I look up, I can see a huge bulge in his pants which is all I need to see to drive me forward. I crawl slowly towards him. Though my legs and arms are shaking, every inch makes me feel bolder. About three feet from his shoes I give my hips a slight wiggle and hear a string of Italian curses leave his mouth on a long, tight breath. I love what this is doing to him. He deserves to feel as out of control as I do.
When my nose is touching his slacks I lift my head. He’s looking down at me with a wild, rabid look in his eye. I slowly rise up to my knees, then keeping my eyes on his, I lean in and lick his dry pants, right over his cock. It jumps beneath my tongue and I can’t help a smile light up my face.
“Get up.” His voice is strained.
I get to my feet and lift my lashes to look up at him.
“That was the single most sexy thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says, softly. He draws one hand out of a pocket and pulls back the curtain overlooking the club. Isuddenly flush, feeling completely exposed, then realize I’m not actually naked; I onlyfeelnaked.
He steps to one side. “Rest your arms on the edge.”
I do as he asks and lean over the balcony. The height means my ass is canted out, the hem of my dress barely skimming my hips. Ice water still drips down the insides of my thighs and my panties need to find a trash can somewhere.
Bernadi moves to stand behind me then rubs a palm over the small of my back, then he places his hands on each of my hips and positions me level with his cock. My breath hitches and my mouth dries out, anticipating what’s about to happen.
One of his hands leaves my hip and I hear the faint sound of a zipper being lowered amidst the chaotic blur of music and hundreds of voices fighting to be heard over the top of it. When the crown of his cock slides between my thighs, my head drops forward, hair falling across my face as my lungs empty. I look out across the club with heavy lids. Everything below waist height is hidden from the room below. No one would have any idea the owner of the club was pushing my panties to one side and guiding his cock between my legs.
