Page 77 of Ice Cold Hearts
“I think I can manage that,” he says.
I can’t see his smile, but I can hear it just like I can hear him thinking as he silently rubs my shoulders.
If he’s never taken any massage classes, I’ll eat my stethoscope.
“So, you’ve done enough talking today, have you?” Ian asks, breaking the silence. “I think I can find something else to do with your mouth.”
He tugs my hair, and I turn obediently to face him. The water sloshes out of the tub onto the floor, but I’m too focused on him to care.
“Do you know how hard it was to watch as you stripped down to nothing and not touch you?” he asks.
His strong hand wraps around my throat and squeezes lightly. I moan and lean into his hand.
“You were such a fucking tease, flaunting those curves in my face knowing full well that I’d want to taste that pretty little pussy. And did you let me?” He squeezes my throat a little harder.
“No,” I gasp.
“Bad girl.” He shakes his head.
I smirk. “You like it.”
“So it’s going to be that way, is it?” He forces my face upward so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “Are you going to make me fuck the brat out of you or are you going to be good, Kitten?”
I give the answer that will please him the most. “I wouldn’t have to be a brat if you knew how to handle me.”
He swears under his breath and then lets go of my throat. I pout at the loss of contact. Ian’s hands make quick work of his belt.
“Well, are you going to make me do the rest by myself too?” he challenges.
“I don’t recall you asking for anything. You know what they say about assuming things.”
He growls. “Are you calling me an ass?”
I shrug. “If the shoe fits.”
“You don’t give Alexei this much trouble.”
“That’s because I’ve trained him to give me exactly what I want,” I brag.
“I’m going to tell him that, Kitten.”
Shit.
“I’m going to love seeing that ass red from his handprints after I tell him you said that he’s easily manipulated,” he says.
“I didn’t say that,” I protest.
“Maybe not, but that’s what I’m going to tell him.” Ian shrugs. “You’re well overdue for a spanking, Kitten. You’re getting far too uppity.”
“So a woman exerts her power in the bedroom and suddenly, she’s uppity and needs to be punished?” I scoff.
“Exactly,” he says, undoing his jeans. “You need to be reminded of your place.”
“And yet, you’re still doing exactly what I want and undressing yourself,” I tease.
My core pulses with need as he slowly strokes himself. I bite my lip to keep myself from wrapping my lips around him. Ian’s head drops back, showing me how much he enjoys teasing me. I’m desperate to taste him, to make him moan out my name, but I know how much he likes drawing out our games.
He’s not the only one who knows how to play dirty, though. I dip one hand into the water, drip water across my chest, and trace the path of the drops with my fingers. He moans when I pinch my nipples, so I know I have his attention now.