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He didn’t answer anything, and then I felt something cold on my nipple.
“Ah!” I screamed, feeling the pleasure and coldness at the same time, as my nipple became a hard bud.
Without any warning, he turned me onto my hip and spanked my ass. “Grant!” I cried out. It wasn’t painful. Not really. His slap was light enough not to leave any harsh pain, but strong enough to make me convulse in the wave of pleasure that washed over me after the initial pricking passed.
“You forgot you aren’t allowed to scream.”
Damn. I loved this dominant Grant.
“Yes, boss.”
“Good.” He brought me back onto my ass. “This is just a cube of ice, baby. It will make everything better. Just relax.”
I did as I was told, breathing quickly as he moved that cube over one nipple, then other, and then moved it lower—ever so slowly. I fought hard not to scream, because the pleasure was too much, and I was panting like crazy.
I couldn’t see anything, which made all these sensations much stronger, and it was difficult for me not to use my hands to relieve myself from this tension. I kept them next to my body, like he’d instructed me to.
He reached my warm pussy, pressing the ice against my swollen clit, and I screamed—unable to suppress it—when the pleasure exploded through me upon the contact.
Smack!
He spanked me again and I yelped.
Smack!
“You keep forgetting you have to be quiet, Madison,” he whispered into my ear, his words sending shivers down my spine. I was so turned on and I needed him.
“Please... Fuck me.”
He chuckled, moving the ice over my clit again. “But I love playing with your sensitive pussy. I love the goos
ebumps on your skin when I move this cube all over you... It makes everything better, right?”
“Yes...”
The cube started melting on my pussy, and the water from it mixed with my juices, soaking everything beneath me, and when he started rubbing me with that cube, moving it fast over my clit, I was ready to come.
“I’m going to come, boss.”
“Yeah, baby. Let me see those juices.”
Several strokes later, I was exploding, an intense orgasm shattering me into pieces as Grant moved off the couch.
“Don’t take that blindfold off,” he instructed, and then I heard his clothes drop on the carpet. For a moment, I tensed, wondering how much time had already passed and if someone would interrupt us at any moment, but the anxiety actually made everything better. Everything was so heightened. Suddenly I understood voyeurism a bit more.
I waited impatiently, shivering as I heard the sound of a condom package getting ripped open. A few seconds later he pushed me further against the back of the couch and placed my legs on his shoulders, entering my wet, sensitive pussy.
“Ah! Boss!” I screamed.
“I told you to stay silent, baby.” He pinched my nipples as a punishment and filled me completely at the same time.
I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out. Everything was way more intense because I couldn’t see anything. He massaged my breasts as he pumped into me, each thrust harder than the previous one, and I was moaning into my hand all the time—unable to stop under this unbearable pleasure.
He was so deep in me now—this position allowed him to enter me even deeper—and I was already on the verge of another orgasm.
“Grant! I’m coming!” I screamed, unable to contain myself, and he pinched my nipples again, continuing his merciless rhythm that actually prolonged my orgasm and triggered the next one immediately. I cried out again, but this time Grant pressed his lips against mine, wildly attacking my mouth with his intrusive tongue.
Suddenly, he removed the blindfold. “Look at me! I want to look into those pretty eyes while I fill you up.”
