Page 89 of Total Shutdown

Her focus is pinned solely on me as I take the cube into my mouth, the freezing sensation a stark contrast against the way my tongue burns with the need to be on her.

Lying down on the bed and with my head between her spread legs, I bring the cube between my lips, languidly running it along the inside of her thigh.

The heat of my tongue, combined with her body, melts the cube faster, trickles of water running down her leg and intensifying her pleasure.

“Oh Jesus,” she gasps when I reach her apex. “Ice play is my absolute favorite.”

A raw sense of pride settles in my chest when I part her open with my fingers and circle her clit slowly with cold lips, being sure not to let the ice cube make direct contact with her pussy.

My mouth is soaking wet with a mixture of her arousal and the ice.

“Fuck!” Her knees shake as her legs desperately try to close around my head, just like they did that time I ate her out in my Lamborghini.

I pull back, lips shining as I shake my head at her reaction. She wanted me to edge her, so she’ll take the torture like a good fucking girl.

My mouth is practically numb from the ice—good and ready to do exactly what I planned.

Moving up her body and braced on my elbows, I hover over my girlfriend and drop my mouth down to hers. Tracing two fingers across her lower lip, I ask for her to open up.

She does as I want, and I drop the cube onto her tongue.

“Can you taste that, Baby? That’s the pure perfection that is your pussy.”

Her tormented whimper pulls a dark rumble from my chest.

“What was that, Collins?” I turn my ear toward her, knowing full well that she can’t speak with the cube in her mouth. “You want me to edge you some more?”

I’m back down her body, my freezing tongue across her clit in seconds, lapping at her with zero intention of letting up. She tastes like fucking heaven, and when she writhes beneath me, I pin her legs to the bed with a firm hand on the spreader bar.

“Patience, pretty girl.”

“Sawyer, make me come, please. I’m begging you.”

The cube must’ve melted already. She doesn’t sound desperate enough, and I’m enjoying myself way too much to allow that.

I shake my head once. “No.”

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab another cube from the glass, running it across her already-peaked nipple. “You know what might make me take pity on you?”

“What?” she groans, yanking her hands and getting nowhere.

My eyes flick from her nipple to her dilated pupils. “Beg for it.”

My dick strains, and I know it’s already leaking into my boxers, the torture I’m inflicting on Collins transferring to my balls as my body urges for its release too.

“I’ll never beg,” she grits out, trying to take back some of the control.

No fucking way. This is my game tonight.

“On your knees, ass in the air.”

I know she can twist the leather strap without hurting her wrists. I just need this bar out of the way. Quickly, I unbuckle the cuffs around her ankles, setting the bar on the other side of the bed.

She doesn’t move her legs, thighs still parted for me.

“Need some help there?” I say, hands underneath her ass as I roll her over.

“Fuck me, Sawyer,” she pleads while rising onto her knees.