He sits down across from me. He swallows the ice cream first before speaking. “Nothing in particular.”

“Is that why you have different flavors or is it because you have different women with different favorite flavors?” I ask testily, teasing him. Well, I do hope it sounds like that and not prying.

He laughs at this. “Why are you interested to know?”

“Can’t I be curious even if I’m your sex slave for only a month?” I shrug one shoulder. I dip my spoon in the hard ice cream and eat a spoonful, looking at him in the eye. It feels magnificent to look at him, desire rising from those blue eyes. His hungry eyes follow the movement of my lips and tongue.

He goes around the table and hauls me on top of it. Without a word, he opens my robe and let it drop around my hips. Hence, my breasts are bared before him.

“I’ll let you know after this, Jade,” he says almost roughly. He takes a spoonful of ice cream and spreads it on my breasts, letting it drip downward.

I gasp because of the coldness it feels against my bare skin. My breath becomes uneven. I lay my hands on the table behind me, and I throw back my head.

He places another spoonful just beneath my navel. It drips toward the V zone of my body.

I look at him as he admires his masterpiece. One corner of his mouth lifts up in a smile. His eyes strayed to mine before his head descends to run his tongue along the dripping ice cream. His warm and wet tongue swirls around my breasts as he gathered the ice cream into his mouth and he swallows it.

“Hmm…” he says while I moan in ecstasy.

Minutes tick by but his tongue tirelessly run up and down my body, to lick the melting ice cream. Until his mouth settles on the V sector.

I lean backward more to give him more access. He puts more ice cream on the V area, letting it drip once again as he sucks my marbled nipples one by one. Using my robe’s sash, he blindfolds me. His two fingers slide along the lips of my pussy, pausing to caress the clit. I can still feel the ice cream drip toward the slit of my delicate lady part. Not long after that I feel his mouth taking over his fingers, sucking the clit that really blows my mind!

I breathe out another profanity.

I can feel his smile before he continues to please me. Then I feel his fingers dip in the ice cream to fill my mouth. I lick his sweet tapered fingers before I suck them. I hear him grunt, which is like music to my ears.

“You look so sexy! Do you know this, Jade?” he whispers, sounding amazed.

“If you say so, I believe you,” I whisper back.

He chuckles softly before he licks the ice cream clean from my skin and I feel him pull my hips to meet his cock, entering my sore and swollen pussy. Again and again.

“Ahh!” We moan simultaneously.

My senses are heightened because of my blindfolded eyes. His cock that rubs against the walls of my pussy feels bigger, harder and rougher. It’s just too damn good to describe.

Our hard and rough union seems to last like an eternity. My orgasm builds up as minutes fly by. My whimpering increases longer and louder, and our mingled breaths grow hotter and more labored.

I feel like I am taken higher and higher to the clouds with his every hard and deep thrust. To him, my moans become his signal to take us both into climax.

“Fuck! I want you to cum again, Jade!” he says, panting. He grips my butt tighter as he pushes harder and deeper.

“Ohhh… shit! I am getting there. Don’t stop, Josh! Ohh… Ahh! Don’t stop!” I tell him, moaning everytime.

“You’re such a demanding slave, Jade, and I like it! Ahh… Fuck!” he curses as he keeps on stroking my body with his hardness.

A few moments later, we both burst into flames. Together.

Slowly, our panting slows down until our breaths normalize. He sits on the chair, and he settles me in his lap. My head limply rests on his shoulder after he takes off my blindfold. His lips claim mine in a gentle manner, something that seems unlike him at all when I think of his being a chauvinist.

We stay like that for a few minutes, feeling each other’s heated skin from the effort. He carries me to his big and soft bed, and we lie there, spooning. It surprises me that he’s a cuddler. I wonder if he does the same with other women.

“So, what’s your answer to whose favorites are those ice cream flavors?” I ask gently.

I feel his smile as his lips are buried in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “No one in particular. You’re the first woman I brought here, Jade.”

“The hell I am!” I protest, disbelieving him.

“I can be many things but not a liar. You know that, Jade.” His tone is lazy.

Yes, I know that he’s telling me the truth and I can’t seem to stop the butterflies from fluttering in my stomach.

I just smile to myself and agree at the back of my mind.