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“Of course you do.”Cold. Bitter, biting cold stung Monique’s cheek as the ice cube melted against her skin. Her lips parted, some of the water dripping into the opening maw of her mouth. When Helen drew the ice toward her ear? The lights blurred before Monique. “You can’t contain yourself.”

The ice awakened every part of Monique. Her hips tightened in her dress. Her legs parted. Her hands formed hard fists on the table. The only thing keeping her in place was the fact Helen had yet to ask her to do anything.

“No, Mistress.” Her voice was already ragged. The ice cube, now smaller, made its way down her neck and onto her dress. “I’m so sorry. I can’t contain myself.”

“All you want is sex.”

“I want to serve you, Mistress.”

The ice cube teased the edge of the keyhole before disappearing into Monique’s cleavage. The ice in her glass rattled again. “You can serve me by knowing when is not an appropriate time to arouse me.” Another ice cube disappeared down Monique’s cleavage. The melting sensation against her skin made her chest jerk beneath Helen's touch. “Remember when I took your underwear earlier?”

Monique nodded.

“There’s a reason for that. Stand up and bend over the table.”

Oh my God… Helen was going to do it!

Monique obeyed, head down and curls playing with the ice water spilling from her breasts. Good thing they hadn’t beenserved dinner yet. It gave her a space on the table to bend over, legs spread across her chair.

Helen picked up another ice cube. “Lift your skirt.”

The moment Monique unveiled her ass, she received a hard spank. “Ah!” The surprise echoed in the private room. Another spank and her fingers clutched the edge of the table.

“Do you apologize for tempting me at an inappropriate time?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Do you know your place?”

“Yes!”

Helen spanked her again. Something cold touched Monique’s raw skin. “Oh…” She both wished for and against someone coming through that door right now. “Helen…” The cold numbed her to the pain she received. Slowly, slowly, the ice cube traveled down her ass, the water left behind both soothing and a nuisance. It made her legs shake, her arms bend against the table, and the already melted ice in her cleavage spill more water onto the table.

“What did you say?”

“I mean…” The cold was on her slit now, pushing toward her opening. “Mistress.”

“I like the way you say that word. Or I would if it didn’t make me want to fuck you. Don’t you remember what I said?”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress.” Monique tried not to pull away from the cold swirling around her opening, but she couldn’t help herself. Helen pushed her down. “Please go easy on me.”

“No, Monique. I want you to beg for the exact opposite. If you’re so insistent on seducing me, then I’ll make you work hard for it.”

The ice cube tore her apart as the cold invaded Monique’s body and ventured toward her deepest recesses. Her pitiful whimpers must have placated Helen, for she picked up the last ice cube from her glass and rubbed it against Monique’s skin.

“Does it burn?” she asked softly, the large ice cube hovering outside Monique’s entrance. “Does the ice hurt?”

“No, Mistress.” Her neurons were alive with perpetual pleasure, a feeling unlike anything she had experienced in so long.I’m going mad.Keeping perfectly still as the ice spread its chill throughout her body? Not easy! And as that chill turned into her body’s natural warmth, she was reminded how wholly human – how whollywoman– she was. Small droplets of water dripped onto her thigh.

Before she knew it, a quick, snapping spank hit her ass. “Doesthathurt?”

Another spank. Another. Three spanks in a row, and Monique was about to come undone. The pain of Helen’s touch and the pain of the ice made her wiggle in her Domme’s grasp. “No, Mistress!” She gasped, for the biggest ice cube was now melting and threatening to pop out of her body. After a tiring shudder, it dropped right into Helen’s hand, anyway.

Helen clicked her tongue when wrapped the spent ice cube in her hand. “I knew it. You can’t control anything right now. Looks like I have some training to do.” The ice cube, warm and tasting ofMonique, pressed against her mouth. “Open.”

Monique accepted the ice cube into her.

“Don’t swallow it.”