38. Abso-fucking-lutely

**DAY TWO**

“Spread.”

My voice comes out rough, textured with desire, and I love how Emara obeys my command.

*Fucking love it!*

The animal in me growls with excitement, but the dominant in me tames my wilderness, and I let her go.

My eyes don’t leave her heavy breathing body as I pick up the glass and take a sip of cold water, before bitting the ice between my teeth.

Grabbing her legs, I draw her closer to me and relishing how her skin shivers with my touch.

*Abso-fucking-lutely stunning!*

I have been so accustomed to toned thighs that I had almost forgotten how amazingly thick legs feel. A sick part of me wants to slap and watch them jiggle all day.

“Ahhhh!” Emara hisses loudly as I press my lips and the cold ice against her navel.

She shivers.

My hands slowly slide up her thighs, appreciating the softness of her skin and enjoying her sweet gasps.

*Pretty exquisite!*

I hear her take quick, shallow breaths as my fingers inches closer to her treasure. Meanwhile, I deliberately slow down, and take my time while tracing the ice in cynical circles around her taut stomach.

A feeling of jealously erupts from my chest as I watch the water from the melting ice trail down her belly, to her V where I yearn to be.

*Fucking lucky drop!*

I follow the path of the drop and move lower to her belly. Her body quivers sweetly as I bring my fingers close to her intimate core.

It’s not just her face.. *She is cute here too!*

As I touch her hot lips, a sharp hiss cuts through the air. Nails claw into my shoulders and I think a window must have remained open, because I feel a chill race down my spine.

I look up, and see a red faced Emara, biting her lips so hard that it turns white, as if she is in pain.

I pull back slightly, shifting the ice to the side of my mouth and fix her with a stern gaze, not liking how her nails are ripping apart the layer of defence I have created around myself.

“Hands off, Emara.” I firmly command her.

I watch her blinking at me, her mind ticking fast as she tries to understand my words, then suddenly releases her hold on me.

Her lower lip slides from the grip of her teeth and watching closely, I notice a small trickle of blood oozing out from a cut, grasping how fiercely she was biting it.

A turbulent wave of realisation hits me, perhaps she was actually in pain, when I touched her down.

I feel a heavy thud against my ribs, contemplating how rough my other self might have been with her.

The mere possibility of being harsh with her causes a strange piercing feeling in my chest, awakening a protective instinct within me.

Holding the ice in my hand, I resume my earlier action, but this time carefully.

Emara gasps loudly, as I let the dripping ice meet the tender, swollen lips of her vagina.

“Dakota! Ahhh!”

Her every flinch, every shiver feels like a sign of distress than pleasure, and I let my speed go utterly slow, ensuring no further damage to her sensitive spot.

I guide the ice slowly, and deliberately, giving her ample time to signal any kind of discomfort. Her stomach tenses, and she hisses again as I bring the cold block to her clitoris.

“Ahh! Ouch! Oh god! Ahh!” Emara screams a cry of pure pain.

*Did I hurt her that badly?*

My chest clenches as I watch her trembling body, feeling guilty for what I did to her, unknowingly.

*So what..* A nonchalant voice comes out of me.

*It is nowhere close to getting your ribs broken!*

The voice is dark, deep and chilling. It is not from my mind, yet it speaks absolute truth.

*Her pain is a fraction of what I went through!*

Emara takes deep breaths, her face has turned red with gasping and moaning, while the ice melts at her sore entrance.

Enough simulation for her.

I glare at her innocent, yet not-so-innocent face as I slide the icy block inside her.

Her walls clench around my finger, and I keep it inside for a while, feeling her tightness around my finger while watching her flushed erotic expressions.

“Yes. That’s the face I want around my cock!” I smirk with dark satisfaction, and I order,

“On your knees.”

My hands immediately rush to free the growing stress in my track pants and with a hiss, I let my cock out.

It springs to life, pulsating with excitement, just like me.

I have been achingly hard since I saw her dance moves in the kitchen.

*What the fuck is wrong with me? That was so downright childish!*

“Get on your knees, Emara.” I repeat again, desperate and agitated to see her still standing on her legs when I want her kneeling before me.

I take a deep breath to control the igniting hunger within me, as they say- Patience pays off in juicy rewards.

Water drips down her thighs as she slowly leans down on her knees, submissively, and my brain cells go fucking wild, watching her submit to me.

My eyes mount at the S-loop of her voluptous hips and come to rest on her heaving breasts.

*Comely indeed.*

My dick painfully hardens and in a desperate move, I grab her by hair and bring her closer to my throbbing cock.

*So soft hair!*

I clutch them harder in my fist and hiss, “Open your mouth. I am going to turn you into a woman.”

Instantly, blush spread from cheeks to her neck, and further down to her chest. Her breasts swell and her mouth opens a little, looking highly scared and fuckable.

I tug at her hair and bring her closer to my cock which badly needs attention. Her warm breath falls on the sensitive flesh of the head, which is glistening with precum.

“No. First lick me.” I immediately stop as her mouth opens.

Emara blinks at me, and innocently wets her lips, before following my command.

A sharp hiss releases from my lips as her tongue makes contact with my shaft. The heat from her tongue burns my cock in the most delicious way. 

I thought my struggles would disappear with one lick but instead, I crave for more.

“Again.” I hiss, feeling the shivers go down my spine.

The first lick felt like heaven, and the second just took me there.

I feel her wet tongue on my tip, and I lose all the control of my senses. My hand clutches her neck as I exhale in desperation, “Fuck! Suck me in.”

Her little mouth opens and I watch her lips tightening around my cock, causing ripples of pleasure to run down my veins.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I groan hoarsely, feeling the amazing sensation of her wet mouth sliding along my shaft.

A part of me wants to roughly thrust into her mouth and watch her choke on my cock, yet another part of me wants to treat her like a delicate flower, and not ruin her petals.

But let’s not forget she is the same girl who destroyed my life, back-stabbed me and landed me in jail for that pathetic love of her life.

*Ryan*.. His name itself boils my blood.