A cold shower and a cold desert.

I followed Craig’s instructions. It seemed strange to me he hadn’t fucked me yet. He knew I was willing, shit, he knew I was itching for his cock, yet still, he hadn’t even suggested he was going to tonight.

As I stepped into the little shower room, I looked at the clock in the kitchen. Time was running out. Dinner had taken a long time, and it was looking like I wasn’t going to get the shit fucked out of me tonight.

I turned on the shower, the water streaming out freezing cold as Craig lifted himself up onto the kitchen counter to watch. His cock was rock hard, thick and oozing as I stepped into the water. My skin burned at the cold, screaming in protest as my nipples hardened and my skin broke out into goose flesh. As I turned, I saw Craig slowly stroking his thick cock, his uncut foreskin sliding up and down his shaft as his single hand failed to reach all the way around his girth. “So Marky can’t get a promotion without you whoring yourself out?”

“No,” I wanted to defend him but realised I couldn’t without revealing he asked me to cuck him. “I mean, he could, but this is easier.” I washed as quickly as possible, the water still cold, but my body slowly acclimatised. The whole time Craig stared at me as he stroked his cock. With his spare hand, he pointed at his head, and I frowned before realising he wanted me to duck my head under as well.

“So, you go hunting a dominant man, someone who can satisfy you and also help your little cuck get a promotion.” I took a deep, shuddering breath before I ducked under the water, the cold pouring over my face and soaking my red hair. When I pulled out from under the stream of water, Craig had a big smile on his face. He was enjoying my discomfort.

“Enough,” he said suddenly, “dry quickly but don’t scrub your skin too hard. You need to be cold for me to enjoy dessert.”

I patted down my skin before stepping back out into the kitchen. There I saw Craig pulling a tub of chocolate gelato from the freezer. “Lie down,” he said.

I scrabbled back up onto the cold stone countertop and lay back, shivering with cold as I watched him scoop out the chocolate gelato. He seemed pretty deft at this, and shortly I had three scoops of the cold desert sitting between my breasts. I shivered momentarily and felt a quick and light tap on the nose with the scoop. “Don’t shiver,” he ordered.

I tried my best as he put down the scoop and picked up a spoon. This was the strangest sexual encounter of my life, and being denied any chance at gratification just made it all the more arousing. He didn’t try to be gentle as he scraped the spoon across my sternum to scoop up the gelato. As he did, my skin continued to burn, and I felt like the ice would give me frostbite on my chest. When he had taken most of the gelato from my skin, he placed the spoon down and leaned forward. Very slowly, he licked the remaining chocolate from my chest. As his tongue cleaned me, I moaned quietly. I found myself imagining doing this with more men, being the centre of attention as they ate from my body and my cunt tingled.

Once he was done licking me clean, he went to the fridge. I thought he would get more food or dessert but instead returned with a tub of yogurt. I rolled up to sit on the edge of the counter. “If you are going to fuck me, you should hurry before Mark gets home,” I told him eagerly.

He smiled, “Not yet, you aren’t ready. I’ve already filled this one for you. It will be a lot stronger this time,” he told me. “Now, kneel. I want to feel your mouth.”

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