Shades of Scarlet

4. Hot And Cold

~ Alina's P O V ~

I see him pick up an ice bucket from the bar as he moves across the room to join me. A smile tugs at the corner of his beautiful mouth at the sight of me naked on the silk sheets. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and I get my first chance to check out his physique. It doesn't disappoint. He's all broad shoulders, muscular arms, a toned, defined chest, lightly tanned with a sprinkle of dark hair and a slim but rippled torso leading invitingly to the bulge that's sadly been covered back up with snug worn denim.

Suddenly he's all business again, moving confidently to secure my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The only sounds are the music that's still playing softly in the background and the click of the metal cuffs as they close around my limbs. He's achingly close, but not touching, making me wait, building the anticipation, and no doubt knowing exactly what he's doing to me.

Once I'm cuffed to all four corners of the bed, he stands back to admire his work. My arms are stretched above my head, my legs are spread wide and I'm utterly helpless, at his disposal. He looks very pleased with himself and I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.

He then picks up the ice bucket and moves to my right side.

"You seem to be getting a little hot and bothered, Scarlet, so I'm going to cool you down before we continue," His voice is calm and measured but loaded with intent as he picks up an ice cube and slowly traces a circle around my right n****e.

My breath catches in my throat. He moves his attention to my left n****e and repeats. Smiling at the way my little buds respond, he pops a second cube between his lips, his eyes locking with mine as he leans forward and uses his mouth to guide the ice over each of my n*****s in turn again, repeating the delicious torture until it melts away to nothing. I'm panting breathlessly when he pulls back to look at me.

"Would you like some more, Scarlet?"

"Oh yes, please Sir!" My voice sounds needy and desperate.

Without warning, he pushes two fingers deep inside my wetness, prompting a pleasured moan to pass my lips.

"Still very hot down here..." he muses, "Let's see what we can do about that,"

Taking another ice cube in his mouth he kneels between my legs and uses his lips and his tongue artfully to push it inside me without ever actually making skin on skin contact. I moan and pull against my restraints as he repeats the torturous process until he has forced five ice cubes inside my throbbing p***y, still never touching me, driving me wild with need and want.

His own breathing matches my own now, and I'm relieved to see I'm at least having an effect on him, judging by the impressive bulge in his jeans as he steps away from the bed to retrieve a small leather flogger from the dresser.

He trails the soft ribbons across my bare flesh, over my breasts, my midriff, and between my legs. With only the slightest movement he jerks his toy so that the leathery tongues c***k against my spread legs. The mild pain is delicious, loaded with promise that he's just getting started.

"Eyes open, Scarlet," His voice snaps me out of my daze.

He's smirking as I lock eyes with him and he continues his light whipping, down my thighs and back up again, obviously enjoying watching me writhe and moan at his touch.

When my skin is flush and tingling all over, he resumes his torture between my legs, trailing the leather tongues lazily up and down my slit, alternating with gentle but definite cracks against my swollen lips, making me cream wantonly. Unable to control my reactions, my hips start bucking to meet each stroke and my moans only get louder as he increases the tempo. It takes every ounce of control in my being not to let my o****m take over.

I can't remember the last time I thought about my training but I'm so grateful for it right now. Controlling my own pleasure until a client allows me to come is usually easy, but Mr. Dominic is making it almost impossible. The effect this man is having on me is disarming and quite frankly, I can't get enough.

* SMACK! * SMACK! * SMACK! *

He continues raining blows down on my sensitised skin, alternating between my breasts and my thighs and between my legs, perfectly in tune with what my body wants, all the while keeping his stormy blue gaze fixed on mine. This is the very definition of pleasured pain and I don't know how much longer I can hold back the c****x that's building.

"Come for me, Scarlet," He commands, in a low, controlled voice as he presses the base of his toy gently but firmly against my clit.

It feels like he's read my mind. Relief and pleasure rush through me as one. My o****m reaches every inch of me in waves, as I pull against my restraints and arch my back, closing my eyes in pleasure.

* SMACK! *

That earns me another c***k of leathery tongues against my most sensitive spot and I quickly open my eyes again, watching him watch me come with pure carnal appreciation as he continues torturing my flushed breasts, extending and deepening the c****x flooding through me.

As my o****m eventually subsides, I'm aware that I'm panting breathlessly and my whole body is still tingling, aching for more. I look up at him expectantly and he probably knows what's going through my head. Because suddenly, he just stops. He tosses the flogger to one side before finally removing his jeans.

Oh. Here it comes...

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