Page 69 of Ice King

But I managed to remain in costume.

For now.

“You’ve been a very bad boy.”

“Oh, yeah? How so?”

“You removed the tape around your ribs. Obviously, you need to heal so you can be good as new tomorrow night.”

Reaching out, he ran his finger down the lapel of my coat. “Well, then I guess I’ll need the only other medicine that can fix me right up.” He tugged me into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

Enjoying the roleplay, I cracked the ruler against his hand, issuing a tsking sound. “If you don’t want to be punished like a very bad boy, I suggest you mind your manners.”

“Why, yes ma’am.” His hard cock was already tenting his sweatpants. Even the color of his eyes had changed, becoming darker. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and placed the tips of my fingers against his chest, pushing him backward step by step.

“See. You can be a very good boy when you put your mind to it.” When we were at the end of the bed, I tossed the ruler onto the comforter and took a step away. There’d been no time to find handcuffs and I could only imagine if any puck bunny or reporter had noticed me making such a purchase.

However, I did enjoy wearing scarves, bringing my favorite one with me. Coincidentally, it happened to be red, my favorite color.

I flexed the material, showing him what I had in my hands before running my fingers down the length.

By now, his mouth was watering.

His breathing was more labored, which further excited me. My eyes never leaving his, I untied the sash on the coat, using both thumbs to push the material over my shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor. With a slight move of my foot, I managed to kick the material out of my way without killing myself or falling flat on my face.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head very slowly. He even blinked in appreciation, his entire face pinching as a rush of desire was evidenced there. “Fucking perfect.”

“No talking,” I threw out, although I knew that wasn’t going to last.

I sensed he was itching to touch me, his chest rising and falling. When he did lift both arms, I wagged my pinky in his face.

“Such a naughty boy. I might need to teach you a lesson.” When I pushed him in the chest with my finger, his smile didn’t match the lust in his eyes.

But he fell back on the bed, immediately moving onto his forearms so he could look me directly in the eyes.

“Lie back. Arms over your head,” I commanded, trying to use a deep voice as he’d done with me a few days before.

He cocked his head as if debating obeying me. But he did finally, taking his time to lift his arms. I crawled onto the bed, taking my time to straddle his waist without sitting directly on his ribs.

The heat he exuded was even more explosive than before and we were both so stimulated I wasn’t certain I could do what I’d played out in my head. At least he was acting as if he was eager to comply.

But I already knew enough about him to realize he’d turn the tables on me in a heartbeat if I wasn’t careful. I remained on my knees as I crawled further up on the bed, daring to rub against the thick bulge between his legs.

His groan had nothing to do with the condition of his ribs.

When my damp thong was only inches from his face, I rubbed the crotch across his mouth and nose just once. Another deeper and huskier growl brought dozens of tingles and tiny goosebumps to my naked skin. Leaning forward, I was forced to pull both his arms together so I could tie his wrists.

My pussy was only a couple of inches from his mouth and his hands flexed even as I made the knot in the scarf. I had to be careful not to put any weight on his chest. I could tell if he had it his way, he wouldn’t pay any attention to his obvious pain.

“You’re the one who’s very bad,” he growled.

“Now see. You can’t follow orders. That’s part of the problem. I’m here to fix everything that’s causing you… issues or pain. But you’re going to need to trust me. And…” I purred while dragging the edge of my nail down the bridge of his nose, encircling his mouth, “do everything I say.”

Scooting back, I left just enough room to rake my nail down the underside of his arm. I enjoyed tracing lines on his body, including the tattoo on his shoulder. I rubbed my finger across his shoulder blade before cupping both sides of his face with my hands.

Every move slow and easy, I crouched over until our lips were almost touching.

“What would you say if I told you I was planning on devouring you?” My whisper was hoarse yet ripped with passion.