“Get yourself off, Soleil.”
She slid her hand down her belly and then curled her fingers into her slick heat, her eyes on his. With one finger, she circled her clit. She couldn’t believe how hot it made her having Ice watch her with hungry eyes while he took pictures.
“You’re my little exhibitionist, Soleil.” There was laughter in his voice, humor in his eyes. He kept snapping pictures. “I love that so much. I’m switching to video, because you’re so fucking sexy I’ve got to have this for myself when I’m all alone.”
The dancing flames from the fireplace threw shadows around the room and played over her body. Her lashes fell, that long feathery fall, and his body responded. Her gaze was riveted on his cock. She wanted it and she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked, closing her eyes for a moment, pretending she had the weight of him on her tongue.
“I fuckin’ love this, Soleil. I want more of these sexy pictures. Kneel up in front of that ottoman. I want you to lie over the top of it so your tits are hanging down. Wait. I’ll be right back.” This time he disappeared down the hall.
Soleil sat up shaking her head, finding herself laughing, wondering how she had gone from tears to laughter so fast. It was Ice. Life with him was an adventure. She never knew what he was going to do from one moment to the next. When he returned, he looked so pleased with himself she just shook her head. She was already so in love with him.
“Come here, baby.”
“Abandon the ottoman?” But she crawled across the floor to him, using her sexiest crawl, eyes on his cock, that delicious part of his anatomy that always seemed to keep her enthralled.
When she was kneeling in front of him, he crooked his finger so she knelt upright. He bent his head, captured her left breast in the hot cauldron of his mouth and sucked hard, flattening her nipple and then tugging at it with his teeth. She gasped as he elongated it deliberately and then fastened a clamp with sparkling jewels swinging off it. Her breath left her lungs in a long rush. He grinned at her and then his mouth was on her right breast, repeating the same exercise. A double chain hung like reins from one nipple to the other.
“Was going to save your surprise for later but couldn’t resist. You look so beautiful.”
Soleil looked at him suspiciously and then down at her breasts. The jewelry was beautiful, and she could see his signature design on it, but she wasn’t altogether certain yet she was a fan, although the way his face was so lit up it made her want to give him anything he wanted.
“What are we doing?” Her nipples burned and then when she moved, it was as if he were stroking and tugging all over again, causing her to gasp.
“We’re making a video for me. An extremely hot one.”
“I take it you have ideas.” She didn’t dare move. When she did, the jewels swung and the clamps tightened, sending streaks of fire straight to her clit. She was afraid she might have a climax just from that and then he’d want to play with clamps all the time. She’d heard taking them off was painful, and she wasn’t into any kind of real pain.
He grinned at her, kissed her until she couldn’t think straight and then had her kneel up, legs wide apart. This time he had her bend backward over the ottoman until her back rested on it and her head was over one side and her bare mound on the other. The jewels pulled her breasts to both sides, causing her to gasp again as fire streaked through her. Her sheath clamped down and a fresh wave of liquid heat told her she was getting very needy.
“Ice.” She nearly wailed his name.
“I’m turning on the video feed so we’re recording. You just follow my instructions.”
She nodded, her eyes on his. She loved him like this, happy and laughing. Playing. Ice didn’t seem a man to play often, and he was playing.
“Bury your fingers in your pussy, princess. I want you getting yourself off. Open your mouth and I’ll feed you my cock. It’s going deep this time, but you can take it. I’ll work it in slow. You can work my balls and your pussy, but not my cock, you understand?”
She nodded, her hand already sliding down her soft skin, feeling the touch like a flame. Shadows played over his face, giving him the look of a warrior. His eyes were blue steel, like hot crystals demanding her compliance, and she would have given him anything in that moment, just to see that the lines of strain he always carried were gone.