The Rebel and the Icequeen

Lesson 2

Louises POV

I lie awake half the night. I can´t seem to shut my mind up. Again and again my thoughts revolve around Liam. His beautiful body and the power I have over him. My abdomen contracts joyfully every time I think about how perfect he looks. However, the image of him in the dungeon keeps coming back to my head. How he was kneeling on the floor and gagged with the disgusting cloth. Does he really think I would initiate something like this or want him to have neither to eat nor to drink? Just because I always appear so cool and aloof doesn't mean that I have no feelings. I do have some, many of them even, but in particular a lot of rage and anger at this unjust world and my husband. I am as much a prisoner as Liam, only that nobody ever notices. I am bound in a golden cage, never free to do whatever I like. But if Liam assumed I had given the order not to give him any food or water then all the better, I would use it for myself. From now on I would be the ice-cold queen during the day and the dear little healer at night. Then I could find out a few things about him right away. A big smile forms on my face and I feel happier than I have in a long time. I'm finally in control of something and by the way I might even be able to convict this rebel, and if not, then at least I had a little fun.

The next morning passes by without my noticing much of it. I'm still playing sick so I don't have to deal with the minister. Eliv has already done my hair and now I'm waiting in the same room as yesterday. There is a knock on the door and I ask them to come in. The same two guards enter the room with Liam between them. His hateful glare hits me, but I don't react to it at all, instead I look at the guards.

"Put him there on the chair," I order in a cold voice and immediately they drag Liam over there and set him down on the chair. I get up from the bed and get some ropes out of the cabinet and immediately begin to tie Liam's upper body to the back of the chair.

“You can go,” I dismiss the two guards after making sure that Liam cannot get up from the chair. He has his lips pressed tightly together, but I do not miss the way he follows my every movement with his gaze.

"Hello Liam Cameron, did you sleep well?" I ask in a purring voice and gently stroke his cheek. However, he does not answer, he only continues to stare at my with a look that could murder me right away if that would be possible.

"I asked you something!"

“How are you supposed to sleep well when you're kneeling in a cell, tied up,” he replies bitingly, grimacing with hate. I raise an eyebrow and look at him.

"What did you learn yesterday?"

He looks confused and then I can literally see him thinking.

“If you don't think of it yourself, then I'm afraid I will have to punish you again,” I say in a sugar-sweet voice that has not lost its coldness.

“No mistress, I still remember yesterday very well,” he says to my surprise.

"Fine, then you have understood lesson 1 after all."

"Yes mistress."

Inwardly, I'm really happy that he finally complies. I continue to tie his legs to the front legs of the chair and his arms to the armrests before opening the heavy iron chains. Now he is firmly attached to the chair, but of course he tries to free himself anyway, but fails again. “Well, let's continue with Lesson 2.”, I explain, “Lesson 2. is to do what I tell you, without any contradiction and without questioning it.”

“Yes mistress,” he replies reluctantly.

"Well, then we'll test it out right away, shall we?."

"What?!"

Now I almost have to laugh, because of the baffled way he looks.

"I'm tied to a chair so how am I supposed to do anything?"

"I see you haven't internalized lesson 2 yet, so I'll have to punish you again."

“Like yesterday?” He asks contemptuously.

“Oh I have many options for punishment, don't worry. However, if you do well in the following task, you will receive a generous reward. I was told that you haven't eaten for the past three days?"

The expression on his face changes from surprised to worried and defiant.

“I'm not hungry,” he says, and I smile charmingly. "I think that after three days without food everyone would do anything to get something to eat, but since you don't seem to be like everyone else, I've come up with something special."

I know, of course, that he had something to eat last night, but apparently he's not willing to reveal that. So I had something special prepared, almost a small feast. I walk to the door and open it a c***k. Eliv is waiting in front of it with a tray full of food, including roast pork, potatoes, fried vegetables and delicious sauces. Everything smells delicious and is still warm. I take the tray and close the door again. Then I put the tray on the bed where Liam can see it. I can see how much he would like some of it, but I can also see how he tries to hide it. It's almost like yesterday when he tried not to show how much he wanted to be touched. "Please, I will do everything I can," he says after a while of silence. I sit down next to the tray and dip a finger in the sauce, only to lick it abundantly.

"Mhmm, that is so delicious," I tease him. He pulls on the ropes and tries to free himself but nothing happens.

"Please, mistress."

"You will do your job first."

"I will do everything you ask, mistress."

I get up and take out the black silk scarf again.

"No please don´t, mistress,” he pleads.

I step behind him and blindfold him, even though he tries to escape it. Then I completely undress myself and climb onto his lap. I see him claw his hands in the chair.

"worship me," I say in a wicked voice and hold out my chest to him. His face shows confusion until I put one of my n*****s to his lips. He gently runs his tongue over it and feels my chest with it. It's a heavenly feeling that makes me wet right away. He kisses my breast and licks it, then bites my n****e tenderly before looking for my second breast and doing the same there. It's so beautiful that I can feel it in my abdomen. It has been such a long time since a man last touched me in this way. I dig my fingers in his hair and moan softly. Apparently it doesn't leave him cold either, although he can't see my naked body and can only touch me with his tongue, I can feel how he's slowly getting hard. I rub against him and run my fingers over his bare chest. I'm about to c****x and that's just because a man is touching my breasts. When I finally come, I groan loudly and enjoy just letting myself go for a few minutes. I open his pants and pull out his p***s. I caress him gently. It's already stiff and plump. I form a solid ring with my fingers and slide up and down his shaft. To intensify this, he moves his hips as best he can, he moans softly and pleads for release, but when I see that he is about to o****m, I stop. His thighs are shaking and he is breathing heavily.

“Please mistress, have mercy,” he pleads, but I just smile.

"Next time maybe, when you have shown me that you can behave," I whisper in his ear. "Please," he tries one last time. I get off his lap and get dressed again. Then I remove the blindfold and free one of his arms. "Since you did the job well, you should also get your reward," I say and hand him the tray with food. His eyes light up and he starts to eat so quickly that I'm worried he might choke on the food. He looks so lovely while eating that i just savor the moment.