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“
Did
you have a good time?” Damien asked as we walked back out to
his car.

“
It
was interesting,” I replied shortly.

He gave me a
quizzical look, taking note of my awkwardness. Thankfully, he didn't
press any further.

“
They're
good people,” he told me on the drive home and then went on to
regale me with stories of how he'd met most of them. Surprisingly, he
left out the blonde woman. I couldn't help but wonder if he had done
it on purpose.

By the time we had
returned to his mansion, my mood had improved somewhat. Out of her
poisonous presence, I could almost forget the way Danica had looked
at Damien, and the way he had glanced crudely at her breasts. Just
the memory made my blood boil.

Interestingly
enough, Damien's planned kink lesson for the night was focused on
cooling my heat. I laid naked on the bed in the classroom while he
held a champagne glass with ice cubes in it over my body, working to
scoop one out with his fingers. Without even touching me, my skin had
already prickled with goosebumps in anticipation of the freezing
wetness.

I held my breath as
the first cold drops of water landed on my nipple. They had perked
before he had begun, but grew even firmer from the icy stimulation.
Then he followed through by rubbing the ice cube around each nipple
until they were about as erect as they had ever been. I tried not to
squirm away, feeling more curious than aroused. My body heat quickly
melted the ice, and while Damien dipped down to catch the cascading
droplets with his tongue, he wasn't fast enough. They rolled over my
side, meeting with the comforter below. His mouth felt better than
the ice, but my mind was so distracted with the happenings of the
evening that I was having a hard time enjoying it.

Down the ice cube
moved, running over my chest and stomach, followed by a trail of
kisses from Damien's cold lips. When he stopped at my mound and
popped the ice cube into his mouth, I sighed in relief. I thought I
knew where it was meant to go next, but instead, Damien crawled back
up my body for a kiss, our tongues fighting for possession of the ice
cube. The kiss was sensual and cold, and I tried not to giggle as we
passed the ice cube back and forth until it was no more, the combined
heat of our breath too much for it to handle. A trickle of water
streamed from the corner of my mouth, running down into my hair.
Damien licked up the side of my cheek, and I shivered, playfully
pushing at his chest.

“
Too
much for you?” he asked with a smile.

“
It's
different,” I admitted. Not as erotic as I had hoped, though I
didn't want him to stop.

The next ice cube
was held precariously over my spread pussy lips. As Damien's fingers
worked to melt the ice, I pressed my head against the pillow,
awaiting the feel of it against my sensitive nerve endings. When the
first few drops hit my clit, I couldn't help but squirm. It was far
more intense than it had been on my nipples. My breath hitched when
Damien pressed the ice cube against my nub. After only a second of
contact, it was more than I could handle, the tingling cold turning
into a painful burning sensation.

“
Yellow.
Red! Get it off!” I told him, thankful he obeyed without delay.

“
Too
intense?” He popped the ice cube into his mouth, sucking the
salt of my skin off of it.

“
That
felt horrible,” I said, slipping a hand between my legs to rub
some warmth back into my sensitive clit. Any sense of pleasure had
receded deep down inside, not to return until it felt the coast was
clear. The ice cube was now my enemy.

“
Looks
like this would make a better punishment for you than a pleasure
tool,” Damien commented, mirroring my thoughts.

“
If
that's to ever be a punishment, then I'll never disobey again.”
I tried to relax against the pillow, realizing that all of my muscles
had tensed from the overwhelming icy burn.

“
I'm
fairly convinced at this point I'm never going to have you trained to
call me Sir all the time,” he sighed and then crunched the ice
cube between his teeth, devouring it.

“
Do
I have to say it after every little thing I say?” I gave him a
quizzical look.

“
It
would please me.”

“
That
sounds so awkward though.”

“
Give
it a try.”

I frowned.
Am I
untrainable . . . like her? Or . . . untamable?
“Couldn't
tame me.” That's how she had put it. If I couldn't get this
right, did that mean I wasn't cut out to be a submissive either?
Would I end up disregarded only to be replaced by a more cooperative
subject?

Why are you thinking
about this? You have a long time in training, and there's definitely
room for improvement. Besides, you should be focusing on pleasure
right now, not some stupid blonde bimbo.

Damien took another
ice cube from the glass. “I'm going to try something else.
Don't worry, it won't be so intense.”

I huffed, trying not
to linger on my negative thoughts.

“
If
you can't handle it, just let me know. Say your safety word, and I'll
stop,” he continued.

“
Yes,
Sir,” I replied, trying to draw myself back into the moment.

Damien held onto the
ice cube with two fingers and ran it down my slit. The intensity of
it lasted for a fraction of a second, not long enough to cause pain,
but enough to make me squirm from the cold. Unfortunately, it still
wasn't pleasurable, but I appreciated his willingness to experiment
with me and let me experience a variety of different things. For as
lusty as my body was, I couldn't realistically expect to enjoy
everything we tried.

He made the pass a
few more times, pressing deeper and deeper until the ice cube was
engulfed in my soft swollen folds. Each time, I squirmed a bit,
making a face that I was certain told him how I felt. When too much
wetness would pool, Damien would bend to lick it up. This, I enjoyed
far more, though his mouth was unpleasantly cold from sucking on the
ice cubes.

“
I'm
going to put one of these inside you now,” he told me, holding
up the last of the ice cubes.

“
No
way. That's going to hurt too much. What if you can't get it out?”

“
I'm
fairly certain it will be fine. Trust me, it's not like I've never
done this before.”

Not what I needed
to hear.
Now I was left
wondering if he had done this with the blonde woman. Probably. Even
if he hadn't, he had just admitted to having done it with some other
woman, maybe even other women. Plural. That made it feel somehow
dirty and wrong.

He pressed the ice
cube to my opening, then pushed it inside. To my astonishment, the
searing pain did not follow it into my hole. Instead, it was like the
thing had simply disappeared. There was no sense of coldness, no
sense of anything. All I could feel was Damien's finger and a cool
trickle of water as it streamed from my pussy.

“
You're
melting it quickly.” He smirked.

Before I had a
chance to respond, he was dipping down between my legs, drinking from
me like an overfilled cup. I blushed, listening to the crude sounds
his mouth made. His technique was messy, and I could feel the water
causing a wet stain on the comforter.

Damien wiggled his
finger inside of me, presumably poking around for the ice cube. If it
was still there, I didn't know. His mouth had finally stopped the
trickle of wetness, and I wasn't feeling any discomfort. I simply
laid there, trying to relax enough to enjoy it. Even when he moved
back up to kiss and lick my clit, the coolness of his tongue was
keeping my orgasm at bay, as if my entire body was frozen from the
inside out.

He grabbed me by the
hips, pulling me so that his mouth was buried between my legs.
Eventually, the heat returned to my body, and my pleasure sensors
began waking up from hibernation. Out of all the times that he had
performed cunnilingus on me, this was by far the longest it had taken
for me to get off. I wasn't quite sure if it was because the ice just
wasn't my thing, or that I was too infatuated with thoughts of the
blonde woman to be able to concentrate. Either way, I didn't like it,
and my orgasm was far less than amazing.

“
You
didn't tell me you were going to come,” Damien said as he
emerged breathlessly.

“
I'm
sorry, Sir. My mind was elsewhere.”

The look of
displeasure on his face was apparent. “Is there something you
need to talk about?”

For a moment, I
thought of telling him no. That would have been dishonest though, and
I was already failing as a submissive on so many different levels. My
need to hide my true feelings was overwhelming my subservient
behavior. How could I possibly tell him I was jealous without
sounding stupid or overbearing or suspicious? The evening had already
been awkward enough as it was without me causing more tension.

“
Am
I a good submissive?” I asked finally. “I mean, for
someone who is in training? I feel like I keep messing up so much.”

He gazed down at me
thoughtfully. “I think you're doing your best.”

It was not enough.
Far from what I needed to hear.

There was no sex
that night, only a vocabulary quiz, another set of vocabulary words,
and punishment for forgetting to call him Sir again. I missed half
the meaning of one of my vocabulary words, so Damien added five more
minutes to the thirty minutes of punishment that he had already
assigned me. To the wall I went to serve my time, secretly loathing
him for it, though I knew I had done this to myself. Instead of
holding a ping-pong ball with my nose, Damien gave me a penny, which
was considerably easier. If there was one thing that I was learning
from all of my punishments it was that my memory sucked.

After my punishment
was over, I thanked Damien for it, recited why I had been punished,
handed in my definitions from the night before, had him unlock the
padlock from my public collar, and took my leave. The drive back home
was filled with thoughts of the blonde woman and the sex video. Their
bodies had moved together so perfectly—looked so natural
together. I decided that I hated her. Even if it wasn't for the right
reasons, I hated her for ever having him, for me ever having to meet
her.

FINALS

The last week of the
semester was filled with stress that helped to block out thoughts of
the blonde woman. Finals were keeping me busy, and there were several
nights I was so tired from studying I almost forgot to text Damien
before I went to sleep. It was odd to think that over four months had
passed already. In just one semester, I had managed to lose my
virginity, have two love interests, sleep with one of my professors,
and now I was his submissive. I could only hope the following
semester wouldn't be so crazy.

Friday couldn't come
soon enough. With my last final over, I sighed in relief, a grin of
accomplishment spreading across my lips. Now it was time to
celebrate.

Despite my dislike
of Vinny, I went out with him and Tanya and a few other classmates
for burgers and chitchat. It was nice to spend time with a college
crowd, even though I didn't know many of the people who were there.
One of the guys was even a bit of a hottie, and I could sense some
interest as he stole glances of me while we ate and conversed.

What it would be
like to date a guy my own age
, I thought as I watched Tanya and
Vinny together, laughing and cuddling and kissing and being normal.
Then I found myself stealing a few of my own glances at the dark
stranger. His name was Colton, and I could have sworn I had seen him
around campus before, though I couldn't say where. He was tall and
lanky, with dark-brown hair and eerie green gray eyes. I had never
seen any shade like them before. They were soft and almost
hypnotizing, complemented by his olive skin. My gaze lingered a bit
too long, and when he caught me looking at him, my face grew warm
from embarrassment.

Tanya and Vinny
dominated the conversation, though that was to be expected. They both
had larger than life personalities. We all went along with it,
laughing and contributing where we could until our food was eaten,
and it was time to part ways. I gave Colton a final glance as I
walked out to my car, and blushed a second time when I noticed he was
doing the same. Oh well, it was nice to look, but there would be no
touching. My heart belonged to Damien—my body as well.