Free Controlling Krysta by Lyla Sinclair Page A

saying turned into “l—oooooh!”
    The vibrator left me, but continued buzzing, taunting me with the ultimate pleasure I wasn’t allowed to have.
    “Please!” I said.
    “What are you asking for?”
    It really wasn’t the vibrator I wanted the most. “Please touch me, Mason. I need you to touch me.”
    “You addressed me incorrectly. You’ll have to be punished.”
    Footsteps moved toward the bedroom door. “Don’t go!” I cried out.
    “Don’t move,” he replied.
    I lay perfectly still, listening, wondering what was going to happen next.
    What if when Mason came back and sat on the bed, I reached up and grabbed him?
    Although, it would probably be better to remove the blindfold first so we wouldn’t suffer a painful head butt.
    I imagined pulling the cummerbund off, throwing my arms around Mason’s neck and kissing him. Then he’d move over me, inside me, and fuck me.
    Except, as angry as he was, he might have thrown me out instead.
    My hands were numb. Releasing the spindles, I opened and shut my fingers to work the blood back into them.
    When I heard footsteps, I quickly grasped the headboard again.
    Mason sat down at my side. The nipple clamps were removed. Oddly, I missed the sensation.
    It was immediately replaced on one nipple by something wet and very cold.
    I shivered and sucked in a quick breath.
    “How does that feel?” he asked.
    “Too cold.” Drops streamed down my breast as my body heat melted the ice cube.
    “Good thing I got a whole bowlful,” he said.
    A bowlful?
    My other nipple was assaulted and my body temperature dropped several degrees.
    “I don’t like this.”
    “Hence the term, ‘punishment.’”
    He trailed an elongated piece of ice down my abdomen.
    “How do you think it will feel when I slide one of these through your pussy lips, Krysta?”
    Why did his words arouse me? If the ice was too cold on my chest, it certainly would be too cold inside me.
    “Miserable,” I replied.
    “But perfect for a cold-hearted woman who took money to make me think she cared about me.”
    What could I say to convince him? He had evidence in black and white.
    “I got rid of my collection for you.” He murmured so quietly, he may have been speaking more to himself than to me.
    That was for me? He’d gotten rid of his prize freak animal collection to show me he could be normal enough for a relationship with me?
    Damn Dixon Maddox and his stupid contract… and me for going along with it.
    The ice slipped over my pussy lips, then moved slowly inside, over my confused clit.
    Moments ago, it had been desperate for more contact, but now…
    “Cold,” I whimpered.
    The cube quickly melted away and another took its place. But this one was pushed inside my pussy.
    There was such enjoyment the first split second. That part of my body had craved attention for so long and it was finally being filled. Until the nerve endings registered the temperature and frigid pain seared through me.
    “Please! I can’t!” My body trembled.
    He removed the ice. Still, I shivered miserably.
    “Are you planning to freeze me to death?”
    “I think I know how to thaw you out.”
    With sex? I imagined the heat of his body on mine. I certainly hoped he meant he would fuck the cold out of me.
    Something was going on to the left of me, but it didn’t sound like he was taking any clothes off. My ankles were suddenly freed.
    “Legs back in frog position, like I showed you.”
    As much as I hated the idea, I didn’t want to be punished with any more ice. I pulled my legs up so that my feet were mostly flat on the bed and my knees were pointed up and out.
    I jumped when something gooey touched my asshole.
    “Relax,” Mason said. “This is warming lube. It should heat you back up.”
    He pressed harder, but I tightened involuntarily. He caressed the puckered area, making small circles round and round.
    My pussy squeezed and released, wanting to join the party.
    “Let go of the headboard. Are you right or left