Let's see if we can melt this ice queen

You decide to see the rest of her and order her to lie down on the bed. When she does you climb on top of her and admire her perfect figure. You decide to continue fondling her breasts for a while, then slowly work your way down to her panties. You can feel her clit through the fabric and she inhales sharply in response. Looks like you found a weak spot, let’s see if there are any more. You snake a finger underneath her panties and run it along her slit. Her eyes are closed now and screwed up in concentration. You can feel her lips begin to get wet, but you decide to see for yourself. You lift up her legs and slide her panties off.

Her pussy is now naked and exposed to you.  It’s clean shaven and pristine, lightly glistening with juices.  You open her lips up using you thumbs to get a better look.  Her breathing is getting pretty heavy and it only gets heavier when you take a taste test of her.  Her nectar is intoxicating and you can’t contain yourself.  You start to go to town on her keeping a watch for any sort of reaction.  A primal urge to conquer begins to emerge from you.  A desire to conquer this woman and make her lose control and writhe in ecstasy overtakes you and your tonguing intensifies.

She’s biting her lip now, trying not to lose herself.  You’re close to cracking her, you just need to draw on a few more tricks.  You take your finger and gently probe her opening, slowly inserting it and begin seeking out her g spot.  You find it soon enough and give it a little press.

She let’s out a shriek, quickly stifling it by biting down on one of her knuckles.  A sense of victory surges through you and you begin rubbing harder.  She shakes her head back and forth, fighting off the pleasure you’re bombarding her with.  You continue your **** until finally your efforts pay off and you see a genuine reaction shine through.  She begins moaning out loud and this time she does nothing to try and stop it.  “Mmmm. . . yes!  Don’t stop!”  Her hands alternate between pulling at the sheet and your hair, driving you deeper inside her.  Her hips start bucking and wiggling doing whatever it takes to increase the friction with your face.  Her moaning gets louder and huskier as she really starts to get into it now.  You sense she’s getting close.  That’s when you back off.

She looks at you with pleading eyes, the expression of her face a mix of bewilderment and desperation.  “hhuuu. . . please. . .” she pathetically whimpers.  Her need for you empowers you and you inwardly pound your chest at this small victory.  Your own hunger is beginning to get the best of you, but you’re going to milk this for as long as you can.

“Please what?”  You ask her.  The evil smile on your face only widening further.  She blushes and turns away “please. . . I need it.”

“You need what?”

“I need you. . . inside me. . .”  It’s tearing her apart having to admit this and you savor every minute of it.  You don’t know where this power trip is coming from, but you’re more turned on than you’ve ever been.  “don’t ask me.  Ask him.”  You pat the tent poking out of your jeans.  She scrambled to her knees and fumbled with your zipper.  A second later, your member is free from its confines and stands at the ready.  She quickly envelopes you with her mouth and gives you a sloppy blowjob.  She obviously doesn’t do this often and you don’t really get much enjoyment out of it.  Not physically anyway.  To have this uptight woman now panting and slobbering over your dick like a bitch in heat pleases you to no end.  You say “that’s enough, get ready.”  She looks up at you like you promised her the keys to eden.  As she rolls onto her back she raises her legs up and uses both her hands to spread her lips wide for you.  You think of egging her on a little more, but your own need overpowers you and you plow ahead.  You immediately bury yourself in her meeting a little resistance as you went.  She all but screams, “John!” and a tear leaks out the corner of her eye.  In the back of your head, the part that isn’t hazed by sex, you make a note to later ask how she knows your name.

You glance down at where you’re both merged together and see a little trickle of blood staining the violet sheets of the bed.  That resistance you met must’ve been her hymen as you plowed in like a madman.  You’re torn between the satisfaction of deflowering her and the guilt at not being gentler with her.  Too late to do anything about it now.

You break from the part you’ve been acting out to say to her “I didn’t know, are you alright?”  She looks you in the eye with a certain warmness you hadn’t seen before.  She almost looks caring now.  “Yes, I will be fine.  You may move now if you wish.”  You give her a nod and start to slowly slide out until you’re almost out of her, then slide back inside.  Every time you hilt yourself, you pause to savor the warmth and the tightness of her never before touched pussy.  Gradually you speed up your thrusts, her moans growing louder as you do.  Your desires to dominate give way to more animal urges as you start to wildly rut into her, and she ruts back by bucking her hips to get as much into her as possible.  Her legs wrap tightly around your waist and she wraps her arms around your neck pulling you down to her.  You share a deep passionate kiss, your tongues entwining around each other trying to get in as deeply as possible.  Her tits press against your chest, shaking a little as you thrust wildly into her.  Finally her pussy starts to flex around you cock as her orgasm hits her.  Her back arches and she throws her head back “aaaaAAAAHHHHH!!!”  This puts you over the edge as you pump a few more times before finally thrusting all the way in.

It hit you at the base of you spine and radiates throughout your whole body.  Your mind blacks out as you spurt stream after stream of hot cum deep into her womb.  After a few more spurts, the sensation subsides and you both collapse in a heap.  You’re completely spent and are content to just lie there as you slowly deflate inside her.

“Is that sufficient?”  You get up and see that her eyes have resumed that cold dead look.  So much for breaking her in.  You just nod in response and get up, allowing a small trickle of semen to drip from her hole.  She reaches over the nightstand, which has a tissue box on it, and procures some tissues (god, even the tissues are purple?) and cleans you both up.  She wipes her juices off of your cock which has completely deflated and you zip yourself back up.  You wait and watch as she wipes herself off and then begins to redress.  The whole thing seems so surreal as a moment ago you had her wrapped around your finger, almost literally.  The intimacy is gone as the woman resumes her original neutral stance.  “I hope now you will be able to focus on the captain’s words now,” she says, her voices returning to that neutral monotone.  As she leads you to the door she adds, “by the way, your breath is awful.”  You remember puking over the guardrail.  You kissed her. . . oops.  But she didn’t say anything.  Was she just playing along with your power play?  No, she really did cum for you.  Whatever, it’s all just a dream anyway, you’ve had worse and very few that were better.  She opens the door and leads you to the bridge.