****** Ice Queen: Chapter 4 by Jennistoy@hotmail.com ******
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Ice Queen: Chapter 4


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Ice Queen Chapter 4

I woke up to find Scott next to me, his arm thrown around my waist, holding on
to me even in his sleep. My hands and feet were still bound to the bed and I
was sore from being in the same position all night. The room reeked of sex and
cum and I needed to pee.

"Scott, Scott, wake up, Scott, I need out of these, let me go!"

He rolled over and smiled at me, as he started to undo my feet he turned and
looked at me,

"Who do you belong to?"

I frowned remembering last night's cry. I didn't want to say it now, here, in
the light of day with my body available to his every whim. I didn't want to say
that I would have said anything to have him inside me, driving me over the edge
over and over again. He saw the look on my face and repeated his question

"Who do you belong to?"

I shook my head and bit my lip.

"No one," I spat back, "I belong to me and me alone!"

"Then I'll have to leave you there." He got up and started to leave.

"Scott, wait, please! I belong to you, only to you! Please let me out."

He stood before me, glaring down at the bed, his morning hard on standing
straight out from his body. I sucked in my breath, knowing that as the
realization of his nakedness hit me, I flushed with the need to fuck the man
silly. I knew he could see it because my nipples hardened under his gaze and he
smiled at my reaction.

Slowly he climbed on top of me, placing his cock at my pussy. Slowly he rubbed
the length of my slit. With his weight on top of me I couldn't rock into him
like I wanted. I whimpered in frustration and turned my head to the side.

"So who do you belong to? Who's touch do you crave?"

Again I whimpered I did not want to admit to my attraction to this man, much
less my need for him.

"Answer me my little slut. Who do you need, who do you want to please?"

I groaned and hissed under my teeth, "You."

"That didn't sound very convincing, try it again." I turned my head and looked
into his eyes and smiled,

"I want you. I need you. I want to feel your cock buried inside me. I want to
come feeling you slamming into me, fucking me. I want to feel you shoot inside
me, burying yourself to the hilt."

His eyes bored into mine, I had felt the involuntary jump of his cock as he
listened to me. I felt a small moment of triumph before he rolled off of me. I
watched as he went into the living area and picked up a blindfolded submissive
off of the couch. He positioned her so that her pussy was directly over my head
and then pushed himself into her as she supported herself against the wall. I
couldn't escape the sound or smell of sex. If I opened my eyes I was confronted
with it. I wanted to scream at him to rail at my fate.

"Is this what you wanted me to do? Is this what you craved?" I shut my eyes and
tried to keep the tears from falling.

"Bastard," I muttered under my breath. His hand reached down and pulled me
toward the sloppy cunt above me.

"I know you didn't say what I thought you just said."

"Fuck you!" I cried out and bit what was near. In this case it happened to be
both his cock and her cunt. They both screamed out at the same time as my teeth
raked over the sensitive skin and she went flying off the bed.

He flew back and raised his hand. I glared at him and spit the taste of the two
of them out of my mouth at him. It hit his stomach and slid down to his cock,
where it slowly coated his balls. His hand slowly dropped to his side and he
said nothing as he worked me loose from my bonds. When one hand was free, he
dropped back and found a pair of jeans. Then he roughly picked the sub up and
hauled her out the front door. I heard the sound of a deadbolt being thrown and
I quickly worked to get myself free. My first order of business was the
bathroom and once I was finished in there I quickly got dressed and started
toward the front door. It was of course locked.

I went to the windows and tried to flip the lock but discovered that he had
them covered in security bars all the way around. My mind remembered the other
door from my office into the apt and I ran to it. It was bolted too.

"Damnit!" I pounded on the door in my frustration. "Scott you BASTARD! Show up
and face me like a man!" I kicked at furniture, grimacing when my toes got
jammed on the file cabinet. I went into the bathroom and happened to look up
above the shower. There was a window in the wall, very high up but I thought I
could squeeze through it. I grabbed a chair from the kitchen, added a couple of
boxes I had not unpacked and stood in the tub working on the window. I finally
got it open and poked my head out. Oh Dear Lord, there was a ledge about 4"
deep about 3' down. Could I walk that around to the fire escape? I looked at
the three stories down, shit shit shit! I could get to the roof from where I
was, but it was gonna be a reach, and if I stood tiptoe and grasped the roof I
might have a shot.

My heart was racing as I maneuvered myself around on the window ledge. I had to
be out of my mind to try this, but I was desperate. Swinging my legs around,
and leaning over the edge till my toes touched the ledge took a few minutes.
When I was sure my feet were ok, I started reaching up till my fingers found
the roof. Once one hand was secure, I slowly inched the other one up. Ugh, what
was that? It felt slimy! I almost gave up my resolve right then and there.

As I scooted along the ledge, the noise from the street filtering through from
the street and alleyway, I muttered my mantra,

"He is such a shit! He is such a shit! He is such a shit!" Over and over I
repeated that, as I inched my way around the brick, thanking god that it was
solid. I finally made it to the corner of the building and slowly peeked
around. The fire escape was right there, I could reach bars if I got the guts
up to reach out and grab hold. Suddenly when I looked back and the 7' I had
traveled seemed like a huge distance and the pole that was inches away and
around the corner seemed to be scooting out of my reach.

I felt the panic settle in my stomach, I was afraid, I couldn't go back and I
couldn't go forward. I took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed on. That was
one hand. I was shaking so badly now that I had to rest in this awkward
position. I reached out and looped my foot over. I waited for the strength to
come back to my limbs. Once I was confident that I could move, I swung the rest
of my body over and sat down on the platform. I drew my knees up to my chest
and shivered for a moment.

I knew that I might not have much time so I quickly worked my way down the
escape, hoping against hope that the sound wouldn't carry too much. Or that
they would think it was an inspection of the metal framework. By the time my
feet touched the street, I was trembling, my heart was pounding and I was ready
to run. I started down the street and started jogging to the phone booth on the
corner. I didn't want to enter the store because I knew Scott would be around
and if he found out I was gone it was going to be harder for me to get away. I
realized that my cell phone was in my purse so I changed direction, headed to
my car, grabbed the spare key out from under the grill and jumped in. I opened
my glove box and brought out my purse. Thank God I never broke that habit.

I sped away down the street, heading my car in the general direction of
downtown. When I arrived at the downtown Hilton I threw my car key to the valet
and headed for the registration desk. The concierge greeted me by name and
snapped his fingers. He walked me up to my room personally. I instructed him to
not let anyone know what room I was in or to put through any calls. He nodded
and accepted my tip with an old-world graciousness.

I flopped down on the bed and wished I had close friends to call. I had
surrounded myself with people that I trusted in my business, but not in my
personal life. Let's face it, up until a week ago or so, I had no personal
life. I pounded the bed in anger and stood up and paced the room. As I paced, I
placed a call to the front desk and asked if there was any way that I could get
a carton of cigarettes brought up. I gave them the brand I wanted and asked
that they bring a Zippo lighter and fluid brought up as well. On an after
thought I asked that they bring a 12 pack of Diet Coke and ice as well.

I waited impatiently and paced some more. I clicked on the television and
surfed as I paced. There was a knock on the door and I snagged my cash, shoved
$10.00 at the young kid that brought them up for me and slammed the door. I
ripped into the carton, brought out a pack, tore it open and pulled out a
smoke. Once I lit it up I stared to calm down. I knew that it was bad for me
and that the calm was just an illusion, but I needed the ritual.

I opened the bar and pulled out the mini bottle of rum, cracked open a pop,
tossed ice in a glass, poured the mini bottle into the glass and filled it the
rest of the way with Coke. I settled down on the couch and waited. I knew that
when I was agitated that the best way for me to think was to be still.
Eventually the wheels in my head started to turn and the more I sipped at my
coke the faster they turned. Once a plan was firmly in place, I threw a couple
of packs into my purse, slammed the rest of the drink and headed down to the
lobby. I had the doorman call a cab and directed him to the snotty mall in the
area.

I walked into Sacks and started to buy. I bought two different evening dresses,
both slinky, one in hunter green and one in a dark indigo blue. I sent the
sales girl scurrying for matching shoes and bought thigh high stockings. I then
went to the Vidal Salon and had my hair done. The man worked wonders with it,
adding subtle highlights and trimming it up. When he was done with it my hair
cascaded down my back, a good 4 inches shorter than before, but smooth and
glossy.

I then called a cab from my cell phone and clicked it off right away. While I
waited I paced and smoked in front of the store. The cab showed up and shuttled
me back to the hotel. I entered my room and changed into the blue dress. By the
time every thing was on and I looked like a million bucks, it was 6:00. I
headed to the bar in the hotel and seated myself at a corner table where I
could monitor the people in the room. It didn't take long before I was being
approached and being offered drinks. I declined the drink but would carefully
consider the people offering. Finally I saw what I was looking for. A young man
in Dockers entered the bar. He wore the white oxford shirt with ease, and was
in process of rolling up his sleeves. His eyes lit on me and I made eye contact
and held it firmly.

He walked over to me, and asked if he could share my table. The bar was very
empty but I accepted his excuse that he didn't want to be alone.

We made small talk while our drinks were being brought. I discovered that he
was a computer programmer. His name was Tory and he was a part time body
builder. His blonde hair was tousled and his teeth gleamed against his tanned
skin. I had decided that we were going to fuck like rabbits before the night
was over when his cell started to ring. He answered it with a trace if
irritation but didn't stay on long.

"Would you like to go to a different place with me tonight? I have to make an
appearance at a work function and while going alone would be fine, but to show
up with you on my arm would make me the envy of every person there."

"Yes, I think I would enjoy accompanying you. Where is this function?" He named
a local yuppie bar that had good local bands and good beer. I would look out of
place, but it was close enough that we could walk and the streets were fairly
well trafficked. I would be safe enough. We rose and he insisted on paying the
tab.

While we walked he let me know he was a bit of a homebody. He really likes
reading and movies. He had never been married and had no children. When he
asked about my profession, I took a deep breath and answered him honestly. I
told him about my businesses and what I did. His eyes got very round and he
started to grin. He admitted to a fascination with BDSM and asked a lot of
questions. I got the feeling that he was a submissive which was fine with me.

We arrived at the bar and were greeted with a round of drunken cheers from half
the bar. A couple of wolf whistles echoed through the room. I grinned and he
flushed. I patted his arm and we strolled over. Tory got teased about finding
me in under 2 hours, but I came back with I had found him. We settled in with a
couple of beers and continued to talk.

Tory asked me to dance and I took turns dancing with him and what seemed to be
every co-worker. I had a wonderful time and we closed down the bar. On the way
back to the hotel, he stopped in the street and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss,
but didn't even give me flutters. I didn't really care however. I wasn't
looking for flutters; I was looking to get laid.

He walked me up to my hotel room, opened the door for me and we were met with
Scott sitting in an armchair right in front of the door. He looked at Tory and
said,

"Go away little boy, she doesn't need you." Tory bristled and stepped in front
of me.

"Who are you?"

"She ran away from me and I am here to come get her."

Tory turned to me and questioned me with his eyes.

"He thinks I belong to him, when in truth it's the other way around. He belongs
to me, but he has this need to try and control me. And I didn't run away, you
locked me in! I left to protect myself. Which reminds me, how did you get in
here?"

Tory turned back to Scott and said, "It sounds as though you are not welcome
here. I suggest you leave."

Scott shook his head, "Where she goes I go. End of discussion."

Tory shrugged and said that was fine with him. He let me in the room and
proceeded to turn his back on Scott.

"I was going to make love to her, and if you are here watching it won't bother
me any."

He looked down at me, grinned and said; "Will it bother you?"

I shook my head and proceeded to bring his lips down to mine. His hands crept
around my back, running his hands over the dress as he had so often during the
night. I wasn't wearing anything under it, but so far he and resisted the urge
to pull it up any.

Scott stalked off and headed towards the bedroom. I broke the kiss and said
loudly,

"You might not want to go in there, I prefer beds to couches." Scott shot back,

"I didn't think it made a difference so long as you got fucked." I shot back,

"If they are not too quick I'd rather be comfortable." Tory chuckled and
whispered in my ear,

"Ouch!" I laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. His stomach and chest rivaled
Scott's. His shoulders were actually broader and his chest deeper. I had to
admit to an attraction. Why couldn't I have met him first I wondered. I could
have kept this one and been happy.

I dipped my head down and bit his nipple. He groaned and tightened his grip on
my arms. I chuckled and opened his pants. I tugged them off as well as his
boxers. His hard on was as impressive as Scott's was as well. I rolled his
balls through my fingers and a shudder ran through him. I took his hand and
lead him into the bedroom. Scott was in the chair facing the bed. He was
sprawled out and nude. Tory looked at him and shook his head. I pushed Tory
down on the bed and he lay back. His hard on was impressive. I chuckled and
straddled him. I placed my wet pussy over his length. He moaned.

Slowly his hands came up my thighs and started slipping my dress over my head.
As he slid it up, he moaned at the sight of my bare skin. He slid it over my
head and worshipped me with his eyes.

"You are so beautiful." His hands skimmed over my breasts causing my nipples to
tighten. "God, what man could look at you and not want you?" I chuckled and sat
him up so his lips could connect with my nipples. I moaned and arched into him.
When he slacked off a bit I turned to Scott and said, "Make yourself useful, go
out and get condoms."

Tory laughed and said, "I have some in my front pants pockets if you don't want
to go far."

"Fuck you," came from the corner. I laughed and disengaged myself from Tory and
sauntered out to the living room in my thigh highs and heels. A soft whistle
emanated from the bed. I shot a grin over my shoulder. The room was silent as I
left it. I picked up Tory's pants and sure enough, there were condoms, brand
new, in his pocket. Right outside the door I heard Tory ask Scott why he was
there. Scott replied,

"I'm crazy about her. She drives me nuts, but where she goes I go." There was
no response from Tory. I waited a second then went in dangling a condom from my
hand. I ripped open the package and easily slipped it on him. His eyes were
dark and he guided me onto his cock. As I slipped slowly down on him I closed
my eyes. An image in my head startled me. I could feel Scott under me; I could
feel him moving in me. I opened my eyes to chase the image away. Tory had a
look of wonder on his face as I slid all the way down his shaft, taking him
completely. We started moving in that age-old rhythm and it didn't take long
before I had reached an orgasm.

I heard the chair creak behind us and I felt Scott's hand tracing my back. The
bed moved and Scott's voice whispered in my ear,

"Why?" I turned and looked at him and held his eyes while another man came
inside me. I was gasping when Scott took my lips and claimed them as his. My
heart fluttered and I came again. Slowly, gently, Tory rolled me off his body,
stroking me as he did so. He laid me next to him in the bed, and kissed my lips
gently. He got up and strolled into the bathroom. Scott lay down next to me,
curving his body to match mine, his lips caressing the back of my neck and
shoulder.

"Why," he whispered into my hair. "Why did you pick him up?" His hand tightened
on my arm. I pulled away from him and stood up. I paced the bed, anger flowing
through my veins. I was just about to speak when Tory came out of the bathroom
and smiled. He walked over to me, kissed my forehead and strolled out into the
living room. I followed him out afraid he was leaving. Sure enough he was
pulling on his clothes slowly.

"Tory, where are you going?"

"I can't stay and break the heart of a man who loves the woman I am with. I
need to go."

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a card. He then scribbled a message
and a number on the back. "Please call me, I'll come see you anytime, but I
want you and you alone, so call me after you forget about him in there, if you
ever do."

"Tory, no, please, stay. I didn't want this to happen, he shouldn't have
followed me." Tears formed in my eyes, "Please, stay."

He shook his head, kissed me again and left. When the door closed behind him I
stormed into the bedroom, ready to confront him and came to a screeching halt
when I saw him putting his clothes on as well.

"What are you doing?"

Scott barely glanced at me as he responded with one word, "Leaving."

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