Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I place a shaking hand on the clasp and raise the lid. My eyebrows lift when cold condensed air puffs out of the chest. It’s actually a freezer, and inside…
It takes me a few seconds to realize what I’m looking at. There’s a single, long piece of ice that’s long and smooth. It looks like a cock made out of ice.
I turn to Roark, eyebrows drawn in confusion. “Are you going to hit me with this?” I ask.
He grins. “No. I’m going to make you cum with it.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black glove, slipping it onto his right hand. “Hand it to me. Stay on your knees.”
I pick it up, already feeling a quick rush of panic at how cold it is against the palm of my hand. Imagining it inside me is a whole different story. I’d never admit this to Roark in a million years, but the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me is a tampon. It’s not like I chose to still be a virgin at eighteen because of some moral obligation, it just never happened. I guess being the sad, withdrawn girl doesn’t get guys beating down your door.
That’s all changing now though, even if it might be changing a little too fast.
I watch Roark as he takes the dildo made out of ice and he hefts it, eying me as he does. I’m not sure this is what I want my first time to be like. I consider telling him I’m a virgin before he can put it inside me, but what will he think of me? Will he still be interested in me if he knows I have no experience at all?
I turn my head away, closing my eyes and frantically thinking of what to do, but before I can, he presses the tip of the dildo against my panty covered pussy. I’m so hot and wet that the cold transfers immediately through the material of my panties, making me jump. “Not inside me, please,” I say quickly.
He pauses, and I think he’s going to ask why or tell me I don’t get to make demands, but he doesn’t. He just resumes rubbing the frozen object against my panties, making me shiver with pleasure and cold. “As you wish,” he says.
Relief floods me. Maybe I can still enjoy the demanding, domineering side of him and still feel safe. For what seems like the first time in my life, someone has put my happiness before their own, and it’s an amazing feeling. It might still be beyond crazy that I’m in the dungeon in a hidden kingdom with a prince behind me whose holding a frozen dildo, but hey, I always wished for something different, and it doesn’t get much more different than this.
I hear him pull something from his pocket and a second later he’s tying a black cloth over my eyes. His strong hand presses between my shoulder blades, encouraging me to lay my torso against the stone floor.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he commands. He engulfs my wrists, turning them so my hands are palm to palm. The angle arches my back, causing my nipples to rub against the floor sending shards of pleasure through me. He ties something soft around my wrists, tight enough that I can’t escape, but not so tight as to hurt. “It’s time for your punishment. You need to cum before the cold becomes too intense, so don’t hold back, Princess.”
With my vision taken away, my world is sensation and sound. I feel the icy touch of the dildo against my pussy, making my panties even more wet as he drags a path of pleasure between my legs. I want his lips on me, his skin on my skin, but he doesn’t give me that. He only gives me the frozen touch of the dildo, and while it’s not what I want, I know it’s his hand that holds it and his mind willing me to climax, which ignites a tingling sensation in my belly that swirls through my body, making my hairs stand on end and goosebumps appear on my skin.
Just when the cold is almost too much to handle and the pleasure starts to fade into discomfort and pain, the warmth of his fingers against my hip hits me like an explosion. Even the innocent touch feels magnified into something sensual and reactive after the ice cold touch between my legs. Then he hooks his hand around the waistband of my panties and yanks hard. The elastic waistband pops and he tears the panties away, leaving me shuddering.
Jesus. Roark isn’t like the men I’ve known. He doesn’t hesitate or do anything in half-measures. It’s full-speed, maximum intensity with him. There’s a vulnerability and a blinding kind of excitement to having a man like that completely focused on me, like being on a rollercoaster and not being able to see the tracks, just knowing the wind is rushing in my face and ears and we’re not slowing down.