COLD (Twisted Forbidden Tales) Book One

Chapter Eleven

SNOW (Vanilla Bean Cakes?)

I wanted to make her my dirty slut this time. That smile of hers made me want to devour her whole, but there were so many things I wanted to do first. She had always been the teacher, even when I was curious and wanted to explore. As her student, I didn’t want to just learn to be pleased but to take what I learned and please her as well. Tonight I wanted to be special. A feeling inside me couldn’t shake that she was hiding something from me.

Already a wet but satisfied mess after receiving her intense pleasure. She still wore the black corset get-up that I was dying to rip off her. I got to work undressing her and damn her body was delectable. I moaned out loud from the excitement. She turned me on so much that I could c****x from just one look. My hands shook a little as I finished undressing her.

My Queen didn’t say anything as she lay there, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. She was anticipating this as much as I was. She was giving me complete control over her. Something she never did for any other student in the past. I was all giddy inside at the thought. I just had to kiss her, those dangerous seductive lips called to me.

Our lips and tongues intertwined, the taste of my essence still evident. I moaned again as I laid myself completely atop her. My breast pressed against hers as I moved my hips to the tempo of our kiss. Her hands moved down to squeeze my waist, then quickly lowered to grab my ass's cheeks.

I lifted myself up a bit. Will she finally let me have a taste tonight? Her breathing was slightly hitched after our kiss session, but she still didn’t say anything. I tried my luck. She was bountiful in the breast department, but not overly so. Her n*****s were pink and erect, beckoning me to take a bite, so I did just that. Everything she taught me I would put to use tonight. I licked and sucked at one breast while massaging the other. Reciprocating her actions with me but with my own spin. Going back and forth from one to the other.

“Mmmmm Snow” she moaned to me. It seemed her breasts were sensitive. Would she be just as wet as I’d be if she did the same? I wanted to do even more. My hands were all over her, there were so many possibilities. My courage was in full swing, I was more than ready now to give back all the pleasure she had given me.

Spreading her legs wide, I slid down her body to have a good look at her. She was so wet from my breasts that I could drink my fill. I loved finding out about a surprising pleasure zone and that I could do this for her. I wasn’t confident before, as I didn’t want to disappoint her in bed. She was always patient and was always the one to give. Her eyes locked with mine for a minute and she nodded. I knew to take my time because I wanted to do it right. Her scent hit me hard as I breathed her in. Vanilla bean cakes?

I had no idea why that thought suddenly came up, but I had no time to think about it as I quickly dove in for a taste. The first lick I took of her had me salivating, and immediately becoming addicted. I lapped at her juices, on pure instinct moaning, into her, from my enjoyment, unknowingly causing deeper sensations for her. Her hands held my head as I feasted. I didn’t have special techniques like she did, but her moans, cries, and curses let me know I was on the right track as I swirled, twirled, and sucked.

In all honesty, I just wanted to taste even more. I noticed that each time I licked over a certain spot more of her essence would flow onto my tongue. I loved the sweetness of it and couldn’t help myself.

Something came over me and I needed to spread her legs even wider. I gripped her thighs, holding them in place, and delved my tongue deeper into hers. Her body shook beneath me as she became wilder in her cries. I wasn’t a dutiful student for nothing. I wanted her to beg me if only for tonight. Who knew I would enjoy it this much?

The sound of my name escaping her lips was bliss. I wanted her to feel everything I felt when she made love to me with her hands and tongue. Each o****m was intense and I drank every bit. Her entire body was slightly flushed and she looked even sexier as I caressed her body softly. The satisfied grin on her face made me proud, but I still wasn’t done. Her eyes were half-closed when she looked at me, but she still didn’t say anything. Was she waiting to see what I’d do next?

I gave her the most seductive smile before I made my next move.

“I want to go all the way with you.” I made sure my eyes did not leave hers. She stiffened for a second before she responded.

“Are you sure ?” she asked, sitting up on the bed to fully look at me.

“Yes,” I said, not an ounce of doubt was in me. I was finally fully ready.

Her wall of pleasures housed many things in various sizes, shapes, and colors. I had yet to ask how she obtained these but my instincts told me she had made them herself.

She then pulled me into her embrace. This time, when she kissed me, it nearly took my breath away. There was so much emotion in it and I felt every inch of love she truly had for me. She released me to look into my eyes once again. Those breathtaking ocean blues of hers were slightly watery. She smiled and I could have sworn her eyes flashed gray for a second, then back to blue. This was not the time for my mind to play tricks again.