Page 78 of Hushed

She shivered in anticipation as he stared down at her. The way he looked at her when she was naked and waiting for him to do something to her was addictive. She couldn’t remember another man looking at her the way he did. Like he was starving, and she was his next meal.

He bent and kissed her deeply as he reached into the bowl for a piece of ice. A sharp gasp left her as he placed the frozen cube on her left nipple. As he deepened the kiss, he slid the ice down the swell of her breast and back up to her nipple. He repeated this several times, all the while exploring her mouth.

When he broke the kiss, he pulled the ice to her other nipple and repeated the process. Then he popped it in his mouth and kissed her again. She lapped at the ice and after a few seconds he transferred it entirely into her mouth and reached for the metal handled object in the bowl.

It was a wheel of spikes that looked a little scary, but she trusted him, and she was intrigued.

“This is a nerve wheel or a Wartenberg wheel. It’s not meant to be terribly painful, just a bit pokey.”

She wanted to giggle at his use of the word pokey, but she held it in as he brought the spiked wheel toward her and rolled it across one breast, making sure it made contact with the underside of her nipple.

“Oh. I like that,” she whispered.

Gage spent the next several minutes alternating between ice and the pinwheel on her breasts, not stopping until she was a whimpering mess, convinced she would go mad if he didn’t touch her somewhere else and give her much needed relief.

But he didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he set the pinwheel aside and smacked the side of her breast with his palm. It stung and created a sharp contrast to the cold of the ice and metal.

“Shall I continue warming you up this way?” he asked, palm hovering near the opposite side.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I want you inside me.”

He winked. “Soon, little imp, soon.”

His hand landed on her other breast, and she closed her eyes as the warmth and pain shot through her. Her legs fell open, and she silently begged him to help her find release.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as he trailed his fingers down her abdomen. “I could play with you all day. The way you respond to me is so hot, baby girl. You don’t even have a clue.”

He pulled another piece of ice out of the bowl and bent to drag it along her thigh with his teeth. Up and down, several times. Finally, he paused at her hip bone, and dragged it across to her aching pussy. The ice melted faster when it connected with herslick heat, and he grabbed another piece, running it along her labia as she writhed beneath him.

Then he picked up the pinwheel and hovered it over the sensitive skin. She nearly closed her legs, but he put a hand on her thigh to still her as he brought the toy down and rolled it across the cold area.

She let out a moan, enjoying the sensation of the sharp points pressing against her. He didn’t put much pressure, but the ice combined with the cold metal didn’t require much to create an intense sensation.

“How’s that? Shall I tease you this way for a while?”

She wanted to shake her head, because she was dying to have him inside her, but at the same time, she liked the way he teased her, and she wondered where he would take it.

When she didn’t respond, he collected more ice and chilled her skin again. After several rounds, she was squirming and begging for him to make her come.

When he finally put the pinwheel back on the nightstand, he rubbed his palms together. “I think you know what comes next, don’t you?”

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, and he dragged his thumb over it. “What’s wrong? You don’t want me to spank your pussy?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she whimpered.

“Take your spanking like a good little pain slut and I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for.”

She raised her hips in response, inviting him to do as he wished. His eyes took on a lustful haze, and he dragged his fingers over her folds one more time before he lifted his hand and brought it back down with a stinging smack.

A hiss left her mouth, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to anticipate the next one.

When the second one fell, it was closely followed by several more, each one just a little harder than the last until she slammed her thighs shut.

“Spread them.” His tone was soft, but it was still clear that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Opening her legs again, she stared up at him and waited.

“Good girl. We’re almost done, and then you can have what you need.”

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