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Kneading the firm mounds with a heavy hand prior to spanking her. Once. Twice. Three times before she listed forward.
    “Ass out, beautiful. No shying away from me.” He stepped back and waited. “Good. Tilt it up. Very good. I love to see how eager you are to please me. I love—”
    A beam of light flared and caught his attention. His heart raced, and blood flooded his cock in a rush of euphoria when he spied the ink. The phrase that was the unequivocal proof that she was his, permanently tattooed across her lower back.
    He bent and just as he’d done with the collar, he traced his index finger over the words, silently reading them. “i belong to Ramsey Taylor. my Master, my Love, my Life.”
    It was true. He was her everything, and the thought was exciting. Challenging. Humbling.
    “You’re hot, aren’t you?” he whispered, squeezing the burning flesh of her ass. Waiting for her to nod before he let go. “Let’s cool you down.” He reached for two ice cubes out of the bucket on the floor and straightened. “These are going to be cold on you. Don’t move. Prepare yourself for it.”
    She quivered and shook despite his order as he pressed the naked front of himself to her bare back. Wrapping his arms around her as he dragged the pieces of ice from her collarbone to her breasts. Circling her nipples in a series of easy slides until the peaks spiked harder than the ice.
    “You’re a hot little whore. Too hot,” he said and just as he’d promised, he cooled her down. An inch at a time as he trailed the cubes along her rib cage, stomach, belly and hesitated over her shaved mound.
    Her shivers only intensified and when her head lolled back against his shoulder, he tried to see her expression. To gauge what was in her eyes. To know what she was thinking, feel what she was feeling, but the pearly-white glow shuttered in successive flickers like the flash of a camera and he couldn’t see her face.
    After a moment it didn’t matter, because she pushed back against him in invitation, and his cock was ready to accept. Both his hands descended between her spread legs. “So open and ready for this, aren’t you. God,” he breathed and used one hand to tuck both frigid cubes into her heat. Following their path deeper and higher until she flexed against his hand and moaned.
    “Relax, I want them to stay put until I get my cock in you. Good. Ass up. Get it up. That’s right.” He gave one more press with his fingers and then eased out of her. “I can’t wait to tumble that ice once I drive into you.”
    He lifted his cock and braced it right at her opening. “Fuck, you’re still hotter than hell down here. How is that possible? Do you burn for me, babe? To be fucked by me? Only me?”
    He shifted and when he was met with resistance, he curled down and latched his mouth onto her neck. Sucking. Nipping. Biting until the tension eased and he was able to get into her. “That’s better. Open more for me. Yes. Let me‌—‌fuck, your pussy is hot and cold and tight. Beautiful,” he swore when her inner muscles clamped around him. Convulsing and gripping, as they worked to draw him in deeper and deeper until he experienced the chill of the ice. The scalding end of his cock nudging against the frozen water was heaven. Hell. Fucking excruciating one moment and totally comforting the next that his only thought was getting her to come so there’d be a new rush of heat added to the mix.
    His heart thundered as raw lust barreled through him. It took all the effort he had not to give in to it as he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want you to let go and come all over me. Now.” He waited a few taut seconds. Wishing to Christ he could see her through the shadows. “Do it. I’m waiting.”
    The silence was palpable. The stillness overwhelming. Something was wrong. He peered harder into darkness and brushed her hair aside, saying, “Let me…”
    Her head fell back against his shoulder at the same time