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“What else?” I tilt my head to the side.

“I want you to read it fully and understand it thoroughly before signing your name. Don’t ever assume any contract is standard.” He pushes the paper closer to me.

Lifting it from the table, I read over the contract. It’s close to but not the same as the one I signed with Kid. We did go over this the night I met Ice and he captivated me.

I appease him and read the contract fully. Once I finish reading it, I scribble my name and slide the paper across the table.

Ice takes it and folds it in thirds, then stuffs it in a white envelope. He lays it on a desk by the door.

Turning, he asks, “Are you ready, my frigid princess?”

I nod, and he immediately slams his hands on the table.

“I can’t hear you.”

My eyes dart around the room, and I clear my throat. “I’m ready,” I say, knowing it’s the wrong response. The contract clearly states Ice is to be called Sir. And I’m playing a brat.

“I said,” he bellows, “I can’t hear you!” He leans closer to me. His eyes fill with fire, his breath scorching my skin.

My pussy throbs as tiny orgasms escape, and I blink rapidly. Thankfully, this bratty behavior is all part of our agreement because I need this man to take me hard. After the fuck up with the near breach of Club Wonderland’s secret client list, and my almost stupid urges to give in to Decklan, I really need to be punished. So tonight I’m playing a naughty girl, such a bad, bad girl.

My tongue slips out and wets my lips as his gaze penetrates me. I quiver inside, but instead of answering him as I know I should, I grin and say, “I said, ‘I’m ready.’” I lean back and cross my legs in a completely defiant manner.

Ice stands tall, incredibly tall, and grips his hips. His massive chest heaves as he draws in a deep breath, then lets it go. He cracks his knuckles and steps toward me.

If I come again, I’ll slide from my damn chair, so I pinch my pussy by squeezing my legs together hard and mentally attempt to stop my orgasm.

Standing in my personal space, he leans down and asks a third time, “Are you ready, Icy?” His hand engulfs my bicep, lifting me to him.

Still not ready to obey, I nod. I know what’s coming, and I cannot wait.

With one of his muscular arms, he swoops me from my feet and throws me over his broad shoulder. His hand meets my ass. He doesn’t spank me; his mammoth palm covers my cheek, and he kneads my plump backside.

Sitting me down on the king bed covered in black silk sheets, he turns from me. He begins placing items he’ll use on me next to me.

I can’t get what I want if I obey him, and he knows this brat role I’m playing. I grasp his thick wrist with both hands and stop him.

He turns and smiles gleefully, then leans down to my ear. His heated breath trails along my neck; his lips graze my earlobe.

I pinch my legs tighter to stop my orgasm.

“I’ll ask you again. Are you ready?” His lips curve upward below his white ice mask. His arctic blue eyes capture mine.

“Mmm, hmm,” leaves my body. I pull in a deep breath as he flips my small frame over in a nanosecond. Splaying my hands over my head and onto the silk sheets, I smile wickedly and prepare for my punishment. It’s what I want tonight. Before he fucks me crazy, I have to be punished.

I jerk when his hand meets my ass.

“Icy, do I need to ask you again?”

I answer, “No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir.” Wanting him to spank me harder, I nod and let out a giggle. This will get me the punishment I so desire.

The sting feels amazing when he smacks me with the flogger. I twist and meet his ice-blue eyes. I’m not supposed to move without his permission, but I try to lift myself up, knowing I’ll get more smacks. I love playing a brat and being completely dominated.

He raises his arm, then brings the flogger down across my ass harder three more times. His voice thunders through me. “Don’t you come yet.” His enormous hand glides under me and flips me onto my back.

My tender backside burns as ecstasy pulses through me. I yank my legs up and grin at him. My hands roam between my breasts, down to my clit.

He grabs me. “No, that’s mine. I’ll tell you when you can touch yourself. When I want you to come. Are you ready, my Icy Princess?”

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