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“One of the others. Just to be crystal clear, Candy. The five of us will be the only ones touching you. Anyone else isn’t even an option.”

I swallow. “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Whatever you want, Dash. Call one of the others to join us.”

The smile he gives me is so deliciously warm, I think my heart might be in danger of melting. “You’ve made the right choice, Kitten. I’m glad I’m going to get to fuck you.”

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I’m going to take your excellent advice of letting me choose, and I’m going to make you wait. Remember the ice before? Let’s have a little fun.”

I don’t have time to ask what type of fun he has in mind because he steals my breath away by pressing something against my clit, and a burning sensation rips through me, followed by a numbness that leaves me panting.

It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I can’t get enough of it. He lifts it off me so that it only causes a brief sting, and when I raise my head from the bed I’m able to see what he’s doing. He reaches over to a glass bowl and pops an ice cube into his mouth. His eyes light up with a mixture of arousal and amusement as he brings the ice to my clit and sucks. As soon as he moves it away, I’m aching for it again.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, so wet between my legs that I’m sobbing with need.

He laughs, “I’m not sure you believe in the Lord.”

“I believe in you,” I tell him, and he looks at me with such reverence that I wish I could see my own expression at that moment.

Digging his fingers into my thighs, he presses his lips against my pussy again and sucks, the ice is still in his mouth, but the mix of his hot mouth and the icy tip of his tongue is electrifying.

I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to come, and I don’t care if he doesn’t fill me, I need to come. I literally couldn’t stop it if I tried.

He moves the ice away from my clit, and uses his tongue to press it against my opening.

“Oh, God, Dash!” I cry, as he pushes what’s left of the ice cube inside of me. It’s burning, freezing, numbing, electrifying. So many overwhelming sensations, It leaves me blind with lust.

As soon as he starts to lick, his tongue’s heat burning my core, my orgasm explodes through me like a wildfire that’s been suppressed for weeks.

Before I’ve even had a chance to come down from my orgasm, he’s moving up my body. I’m still shaking, my skin prickled with tingles, when he’s hooking his fingers inside me and chasing the cube around my cavern and teasing that special little spot inside that makes me wild.

My cheeks feel wet and I realise that I’m sobbing. He made me come so hard I saw stars and wept. Fuck.

My nails dig into his skin as I claw at him, I’m desperate for more, but I can’t seem to catch my breath. He presses his nose against mine and kisses me deeply, his tongue plundering my mouth as deep as his fingers work my pussy, sucking the air from my lungs. His hands are still working me, and somehow I manage to pull my lips from his and gasp.

“Jesus. Fuck, Dash,” I rasp out, my vision hazy with arousal as I look up at him. I don’t understand why he’s not stopping. I’ve come – twice! – I have nothing left to give. My whole body is jelly. Boneless and sated, but still he doesn’t let up.

“You feel so good,” he grunts. “Are you ready for more?”

“More? More what?” I shake my head, not even waiting for his reply. “No. Dash, I can’t.”

“But I think you’ll like this surprise,” he pouts and it’s so freaking adorable I almost forget the torture he’s just put my body through and how fucking smoking hot he was whilst doing it.

“No more ice,” I mewl, missing it already but knowing I’ve reached my limit with it tonight.

“No more ice,” he assents and leans in for another kiss as he keeps working my pussy. I kiss him back, my eyes fluttering closed as I fall into the kiss, and my pussy clenches around hisfingers and I moan into his mouth, my body responding to his simple movements even though I’m exhausted.

Thankfully, he takes pity on me, withdrawing his fingers and leaving me panting but grateful for the reprieve.

He leaves me for a second, moving to the other side of the room and when he returns there’s a length of black satin in his hands. It’s too wide to be a ribbon and I frown.

“What’s that for?”

“I want to blindfold you with it. May I?”

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