“Maybe,” he teased, “you’d like me to fuck you with my dick instead of this ice?” I hesitated. Was this a trick question? He gave himself a pump with his fist, then leaned over and spread my pussy open with his thumb and forefinger. It was so he could hold the ice just above my clit and let the water drip onto it. The impact of each freezing drop made me flinch. His tone was dark and victorious. “I’ll do it if you beg me.” Holy fuck.
