Page 190 of Under the Bed

That’s the last straw for her when I lower the heated lighter between her thighs.

Her cries turn into something that sounds a lot like,please. Her legs close.

Her fear and desperation are palpable, and I’m eating both right the fuck up.

“No, no, no.” I spread her back open, being ruthless as I shove the lighter in and out of her. As I violate her cunt. “Be good.”

Her body trembles. She’s shaking her head, thrashing it from left to right. An orgasm builds inside her regardless of how hard she’s trying to get me off her.

I’ve been studying her for days. I know her tells. What she looks like when she’s close.

She is. Being fucked by a hot lighter does that to her.

Not me. A lighter.

What the hell. I’m not supposed to be jealous of the motherfucking object.

Except I am. Because she’s coming on it.

Shiloh’s back arches up off the bed, her tears soaking her temples as she murmurs, “No, no, no.”

“Why bother lying?” I can barely get the words out, I’m so wound up. So consumed by how she reacts to the sickest parts of me. “Pretending you don’t want this. You can’t hide fromme. Your cunt sucks me in. I bet…” I bite my bottom lip, groaning as Shiloh’s arousal drips down my hand. I continue to pump her with the lighter, despite the overwhelming jealousy. “That if I lit it up inside you, you’d come even harder.”

“No!” she screams through my hoodie. Still gasping for air. Still coming down from the high. “No!”

“Yes. Another day.” I won’t. But fuck, that fear in her eyes.

My restraint is hanging by a thread. A live wire about to snap. I wanted to elongate our game. Torture her over and over. Fire and ice. Ice and fire. One orgasm chasing the other.

Impossible.

I’m out of my sweats and on top of her fast, throwing the lighter somewhere in the room. Shiloh hardly realizes I’m hovering over her, her pained gaze slightly lost. It focuses on me the second I push the first ice cube into her pussy.

The abrupt switch from hot to cold has her nostrils flaring. Her body stills, a living statue as I slip the ice cube as deep as it will go.

“That’s it.” I stroke her temple, rough knuckles on soft skin. “That’s what pain looks like. And shock. Fuck, you’re stunning when you’re hurting. No one’s ever worn an emotion as beautifully as you do.”

To the sounds of her anguished moans, I trail my fingers up and down her cold pussy. In and out of her. The ice melts, and my cock thickens as the ice water trickles out of her.

I lean in, adding to her pain by sinking my teeth into her neck. Sucking on her skin. Leaving another mark among many.

“You can take another ice cube before I stuff you with my cock.” We’re both panting and moaning. I bend down to her breasts, biting and licking her nipple. Pain and comfort. Another mind-fuck. “It’ll hurt. But you’ll take it, won’t you?”

She doesn’t answer with a yes or no. Doesn’t nod or shake her head. I reach for another ice cube anyway, and push it inside her. No foreplay this time. No seeing if it fits.

None of that.

The ice goes straight inside. Stretching her.

She screeches, finally shaking her head. She’s grinding on my hand, her hips working to get more of me inside her. Her eyes roll as her moans get louder.

“Look at me.” This part has nothing to do with torture. This is me, needing her eyes on me. My chest aches with how much I need it.

She’s exhausted. Dazed. Her eyes slide lower from the ceiling to me.

Slower than I would’ve liked.

I have one hand cupping her pussy, keeping the ice inside. With the free one, I grab her chin and tip it up.

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