I got a cold and hot dessert

"I noticed you are wearing a collar, Lisa, I like that," he said as he closed the door behind us. "Do you happen to have ehm... a leash?"
I nodded and gave him the leash after I took it from my purse.
He held one end while feeling along the length towards the other and smiled, "Ah, nice. Step closer, ma chèrie."
As I stepped closer he reached up with the clasp and closed it on the semi-circle that was attached to the choker-collar. While holding on to the other end he gently guided me to the bed and said, "Now take off your shoes and sit on your knees on the bed."
He watched me closely as I took off my shoes, then climbed on the foot end of the bed and sat down on my knees facing him. "Like this?" I asked.
He shook his head, "Not quite," and nudged against my inner thighs, "Spread them."
As I spread my legs, my stocking clad knees showed through the splits.
"Ah, excellent. Pull your skirt from under you, please. Don't sit on it," he said.
While I did as he asked, he wound some of the leash around his hand. Then began to caress my inner thigh just above my knee.
As his hand slowly travelled upwards and under my dress he said, "At the end of this road, is my dessert."
I let out a soft hum of delight as he gently kneaded my flesh. I reached out to his tie, then he pushed my hand away, "Not yet, ma chèrie."
I drew in a long breath as his fingertips reached the bare flesh above my stockings. His fingertips pressed lightly into my flesh as he reached with his other hand for side of my dress, pulling my neck forward in the process. He moved the fabric aside and up, which exposed my panties and garters, then unwound a little of the leash.
"Do you like sexy lingerie?" he asked as he drew a finger over my panties.
I let out a soft moan as his nail scraped over my nub, then answered, "Yes, I love lingerie. It's a pity the nice ones are so expensive."
"Nice wares," he said as he moved his fingertip down over my panties onto my crotch, "should come in even nicer wrappings. Don't you agree?" He pressed with his fingertip against my folds.
I moaned soft nodding, "Yes, I couldn't agree more."
"And isn't it," he started while pressing a second fingertip against my folds, "arousing when a man appreciates the wrappings and the contents at the same time?"
I nodded eagerly, then moaned soft again while the drew his fingers back to my clit.
He bent forward and moved his mouth onto my shoulder close to the collar, while ensuring the leash was under a little tension. Just enough to **** me to tilt my head in the direction of the pull as he kissed my skin. He nipped with his lips at the base of my neck while he slipped his fingers down over my panties and pressed three tips against folds this time, the middle one a little harder into my entrance. I shuddered soft in delight and let out another moan.
"Now, you massage your breasts for me," he whispered against my skin as he moved his fingers back onto my clit.
I cupped my breasts and began to knead them gently. He lifted his mouth off my skin and looked at me, then shook his head, "No, not like that, under the dress."
With a little fumbling I managed to get my hands under the dress, then cupped my breasts and began to rub my nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.
He smiled and nodded, "Yes, excellent." One of his fingertips massaged my clit while he nipped on my skin again. I moaned in delight as waves of pleasure spread through my sex.
There was a knock on the door, accompanied by a soft 'room service'.
He straightened himself and tugged on the leash, "Come, ma chèrie."

I climbed off the bed. We headed to the door, pushed me behind it and opened it. He reached into his pocket and gave the unseen waiter or waitress a tip then pulled the little trolley inside and closed the door. He lead me back to the bed while pushing the trolley in front of him. On it were a bottle of wine, several bottles of water, two wine glasses and long drink glasses, a wine cooler, several napkins, utensils and a big covered plate.
He filled two glasses with water and handed me one and told me to drink it. I was more thirsty than I thought and easily drank all the water. He took the empty glass from me then nodded towards the bed.

I climbed back onto the bed, draped the back of my dress behind me and pulled the front aside. He watched me with a smile. I slipped my hands back into my dress and cupped my breasts, shivering briefly from the coolness of the hand that held the water previously. He watched me while I resumed the rubbing of my nipples, then dipped his hand in the cooler, picking up an ice cube. He brought it to my neck, again pulling on the leash until I tilted my head sideways. Slowly he drew the cube from my ear down over my neck. I shivered in response. He skipped over the collar, then onto the base of my neck. He held it at the top of my sternum until a trickle of water moved down over my skin between my breasts, making me shiver even more. He grinned and bent forward. His warm lips nipping at the remnants at the top of my sternum, moving slowly down until he reached the top of my dress between my cleavage.
The tip of his tongue moved over my skin as I felt something against my clit. I drew in a sharp breath as I felt the cold from the ice cube being rubbed into my panties. He moved his tongue up over my sternum, while at the same time pushing the cube down over my sex. It was a strange combination to say the least. While the cold dampened my arousal, the other sensations heightened it. When he reached my neck, he moved his head and nipped at my shoulder again, pulling the cube back up and rubbed it over my clit. When my arousal won from the cold sensation I moaned.
He chuckled and whispered against my skin, "Now I make you very wet, yes?"
"Oh yes, you do," I moaned and shuddered as he quickly pressed the cube against my entrance.
He slowly rubbed the cube back and forth over my panties while nipping on my shoulder. Gradually I started to feel his fingertips again as the cube melted away. I started to rock my hips moaning longingly as he increased the speed of his fingers sliding back and forth over my now wet panties. Occasionally he paused briefly to press a tip into my sex or to give my nub a quick rub. My hips began to quiver as he suddenly pressed his finger tips firmly against my entrance and cupped my sex.
"You like this, Lisa, don't you?" he asked while he held still.
I nodded and moaned a single 'Yes'.
"Good," he said and began to rub my sex again, not as fast, but a little firmer. I moaned in delight and rocked my hips against his fingers.
"Just for me, you," he whispered and gave my clit a few rubs. "... are ..." His fingers pressed into my sex, then moved back to my nub. "... going ..." He rubbed my clit in steady circles. "... to come" He pressed hard on my clit, "NOW!"
I shuddered and came. Hot waves of climatic pleasures spread out through my body while he rubbed my clit again, I could barely stay up from the jerks and somewhere in the haze of it I felt him holding me up. Even encouraging me, "Oui, oui, give it all to me," he whispered while I shuddered. The shudders, shakes and quivers continued for a moment longer then began to subside and he pulled his hand from my sex.

Panting heavily I opened my eyes to gaze almost straight into his.
"Such a wonderful gift," he said with a smile while he watched my face, "and this is only the beginning, ma chèrie."