Page 486 of Rosetti Family New York

Christ. The breathless need in her voice sends heat straight through me. My cock is rock hard now, straining against my zipper as I alternate ice and warm touches across her skin.

"Like this?" I drag the ice around her nipple without touching it directly, then follow with my tongue, licking away the cold water.

She practically convulses against the restraints. "Yes, fuck, yes Sir."

I continue the torture, ice and tongue and fingers, until she's writhing against the bench. Her pussy is glistening wet, lips parted and swollen with arousal.

"Sir, please," she gasps when I trace ice around her other nipple. "I need…"

"You need what I give you," I correct, but there's no harshness in it. I slide my hand down her body, fingers finding the heat between her legs. She's soaked, slick with arousal. "Nothing more, nothing less."

When I press against her clit with two fingers, she cries out, straining against the cuffs. Her pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.

"This helps you," she whispers during a pause, somehow understanding. "Being in control like this."

Smart girl. She sees how commanding her responses quiets the chaos in my head.

"It helps both of us," I tell her, sliding two fingers inside her wet heat without warning. "You bloom under my control, princess. And I find peace in yours."

She's tight, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vice. I curl them forward, finding that spot that makes her moan, while my thumb works her clit in steady circles.

"Oh fuck, Van, Sir, I'm going to…"

"Not yet." I slow my movements, keeping her right on the edge. "You ask permission first."

"Please." The word comes out broken, desperate. "Please, Sir, may I come?"

I increase the pressure, fingers working inside her while my thumb circles her clit faster. "Come for me. Let me see how beautiful you are when you fall apart."

Her orgasm tears through her with an intensity that surprises us both, her whole body trembling against the restraints as she screams my name. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, soaking my hand with her release.

But I'm not done with her yet.

While she's still trembling from her first orgasm, I strip off my shirt and pants, freeing my aching cock. It's hard as steel, the head already slick with precum from watching her come apart.

"Color, sunshine?" I ask, positioning myself between her spread thighs.

"Green," she gasps, still boneless from her release. "So fucking green."

I grip my cock, stroking slowly as I take in the sight of her - bound, blindfolded, pussy still glistening from her orgasm. "I'm going to fuck you now. Hard. Until you come on my cock."

She moans at my words, hips lifting slightly in invitation. The movement makes her breasts bounce, nipples still hard from the ice play.

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. She's still sensitive from her orgasm, gasping at the contact.

"Look at how wet you are for me," I growl, pressing forward just enough to stretch her entrance. "Your pussy is practically begging for my cock."

"Please, Sir," she whispers. "I need you inside me."

I push forward in one smooth stroke, burying myself completely in her tight heat. The sensation tears a groan from my chest - she feels fucking perfect around me, like her pussy was made for my cock.

"Fuck, you're tight," I grit out, giving her a moment to adjust. "So fucking perfect."

She's gripping me like a vice, her inner muscles fluttering around my length. When I start to move, setting a rhythm that has the bench creaking beneath us, she meets me stroke for stroke.

"Harder," she demands, nails digging into her palms since her hands are restrained. "I won't break, Sir."

I grip her hips, angling her to take me deeper. The new position makes her cry out as I hit that spot that has her walls clenchingaround me. My control frays with each thrust, animal instinct taking over. I reach out and slap her lightly on her hip, watching her face carefully for her reaction. Her lips part in shock.