His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 180

Olive’s POV

My wrists ached pleasantly where the restraints had held me, my entire body felt like it was floating somewhere between consciousness and blissful oblivion, and when Zane’s hands came to stroke gently over my skin I shivered despite the warmth of the room.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Zane murmured, his fingers trailing across my collarbone, down between my breasts, across my stomach. ”

Wrecked and perfect and completely mine.”

I managed to open my eyes and look at him, and what I saw in his expression made my breath catch, raw desire mixed with something softer, something that looked almost like reverence.

want to try something else,” Zane said carefully, reaching forsomething on the nightstand. “But if it’s too much, if you need to stop, you tell me immediately. Understand?”

I nodded, watching as he pulled out a silk blindfold, black and soft-looking.

“I’m going to take away your sight,” Zane explained. “Make you focus entirely on sensation, on what you’re feeling instead of what you’re seeing. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, trusting him completely despite my nervousness because maybe this was new, or maybe this was a part of me that I’d never thought of owning.

Zane secured the blindfold over my eyes gently, making sure it wasn’t too tight, and suddenly I was plunged into darkness.

Every other sense immediately heightened, I could hear Zane’s breathing, could smell his cologne mixed with sex and sweat, could feel the silk sheets beneath my back with startling clarity.”Perfect.” Zane praised, his voice coming from somewhere to my right.” Now just feel, Muffin. Don’t think. Just experience.*

I heard movement, heard the distinctive sound of leather sliding against leather, and my heart rate kicked up as I tried to figure out what he was reaching for.

Then something soft and many-stranded brushed across my stomach and I gasped.

“This is a flogger,” Zane explained, trailing it across my skin. “It looks intimidating but when used correctly it feels incredible. I’m going to start gentle, just letting you get used to the sensation. If it becomes too much, what do you say?”

“Red to stop, yellow to slow down,” I recited, my voice shaking slightly.

Good girl.”

The flogger lifted away and then came back down across my thighs, not hard, just a gentle thud that made my skin tingle.

“How was that?” Zane asked.

“Good,” I breathed. “Surprising but good.”

He struck again, this time across my stomach, and the sensation was strange but not unpleasant, like a massage but sharper, more intense.

Again and again the flogger came down, each strike building heat in my skin, and I found myself arching into it, craving more.

“You like this,” Zane observed, his voice rough. “Like feeling my flogger marking your skin. Such a perfect little pain slut.”

He struck harder and I moaned, the sting now more pronounced but still on the pleasurable side of pain.”More,” I begged. “Harder.”

“Careful what you ask for,” Zane warned, but he complied, bringing the flogger down across my breasts hard enough to make me cry out.

The pain was sharp and immediate but it morphed almost instantly into pleasure, into heat that pushed outward and made my nipples tighten into hard peaks.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Again.”

Zane obliged, striking my breasts again, then my stomach, then my thighs, building a rhythm that had me writhing on the bed and begging incoherently.

“Look at you,” Zane said, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Taking my flogger so beautifully. Your skin is turning the prettiest shade of pink.”

He stopped abruptly and I whined at the loss, but then I felt the bed dip as he climbed on, felt his body settle between my spread thighs.

“I need to fuck you,” Zane growled. “Need to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock. Need to claim you properly.”

“Please,” I gasped. “Please fuck me.”

And without wasting time, I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance, felt him tease me by rubbing it through my folds, feeling my wetness.

“You’re dripping,” Zane observed. “Absolutely soaked. All from me flogging you and stretching you and using you however I wanted.”

“Yes,” I admitted shamelessly. “I’m so wet for you. Please, I need your cock inside me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Zane said, and thrust forward in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt.

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