Page 36 of Hot As Ice

She doesn’t say anything until we’re in my room. I thought of laying out my sex toys, but I don’t want to scare her away before we’ve even gotten started. She sees the ropes secured to my headboard and stares at me with wide eyes. “What are those for?”

“That’s for tying you up, princess.”

“You’re going to tie me up?”

I nod, daring her to balk. “Is that a problem?”

She shakes her head.

“Then go stand in the middle of the room and take off your dress.” I sit down at the edge of the bed where I can get the perfect view of her following my orders. When she hesitates, I say, “Go. Now.”

Making a woman strip for me turns me on like almost nothing else. I’ve been hard since Stevie got off the elevator, but as soon as she plucks at her sleeves and shimmies out of her dress, letting it pool by her feet, my cock gets painfully hard, straining against my pants.

She stands before me in a white lace thong and white lace bra.

“Turn around,” I rasp.

She does as she’s told, turning me on even more. I feel precum leaking from my tip and I clench my fist. Fuck.

Her ass is a perfect peach, begging to be spanked. I stay seated by sheer force of will. “Take off your bra,” I tell her. She undoes the clasp but doesn’t take it off right away. Her eyes are locked on mine as she slowly, very, very slowly removes her bra, revealing those perfect tits with the small pink nipples that I’ve already had the pleasure of sucking.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Your thong. Remove it,” I order.

She pulls on the straps, raising them high on her hips. A small smile plays on her lips. Oh, she’s teasing me and she fucking loves it. I love it too.

“Take it off, I said.”

She shakes her head, her smile turning wicked. “Make me,” she says. I get up and stalk toward her. She backs up a few steps. “You’re supposed to be following my orders, princess.” I grab her around the waist, my other hand reaching between her legs. I pinch her pussy, the first test of her liking it rough.

She screams and pushes at my chest.

“You didn’t like that?” I ask. “I told you you would be punished for disobeying me.”

She’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. She licks her lips and I wait for her response, breath held.

“I liked it,” she says, and my heart leaps. Fuck yes.

“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. “Take off your thong and get on my bed. Now.”

She pulls her thong off and sprints away from me, hopping onto the bed and kicking off her shoes. She sits on the middle of my bed, her legs pulled under her. Her golden hair has shifted to cover her tits. She looks like a wanton princess. I can’t take my eyes off her.

I approach her slowly.

“You ready for this?” I ask, because if she really wants to leave, I’ll break the contract. I’m not going to force her into anything.

She nods.

“You sure?”

She nods again, licking her lips. “Tie me up.”

Jesus. I don’t need to be told twice. I grab her delicate wrist and pull it through the opening of the knot, tightening the rope just enough to hold her but not cause pain. I do the same with her other wrist.

She’s spread before me like a feast, except she’s clenching her thighs together, hiding what I really want from me.

“Spread your legs,” I order. She hesitates, a blush creeping up her neck. She tugs at her bindings.