Steve grabbed a fistful or Emma's hair, wrenched her head backwards and whispered in her ear, "I own you." With that he stood up, pulled out of her and resumed his seat on the leather hotel chair. Steve picked up his whiskey and looked at the view. Emma lay on the bed, her legs shaking a little, and her pussy and ass glistening from the fucking they'd just received.
Emma didn't move. Slightly shocked from what had just happened, she lay on the bed panting. Feeling slightly empty after Steve pulled out of her ass and keenly aware of the fact that while he had taken his pleasure she was still on the brink of hers. "Turn over," Steve ordered. Emma lay there for a moment, before Steve said "Turn over, NOW!" Compelled by the edge in Steve's voice and her own arousal, Emma rolled over, scooting herself up onto the bed and met Steve's gaze. Sitting naked in the leather chair holding his whiskey, he was clearly the king of the room. "Did you come?" Steve asked.
"I uh.." Emma stammered.
"You didn't," Steve cut in, "and you only will when I want you toβand right now, I want you to. Spread your legs." Emma felt her face flush as she slowly spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her wet pussy. "Play with yourself," Steve stated coolly. Emma certainly was no stranger to masturbating, she did it daily after allβbut that was alone in the shower or under her sheets at night, not splayed out for someone to watch. Emma tentatively moved her hand down her stomach to her clit, her eyes closed. "Look at me," Steve commanded. Mortified, Emma raised her eyes to his. She felt a thrill jolt through her as their eyes met, Emma couldn't deny that being exposed like this turned her on. She continued to finger herself, while Steve watched and casually sipped his whiskey.
Growing impatient, Steve stood up, and said "do not stop." He then slowly walked over to the fresh bucket of ice and brought it over to the bed. "How about a little game?" Steve asked. Without waiting for an answer, he took a few ice cubes from the bucket and inserted them into Emma's pussy one by one. Emma gasped at the first shock of cold and moved to close her thighs. Steve sharply slapped the inside of each leg and forced them open again. "How about this? I'm feeling a little hungry and I'm planning on ordering some room service. If you cum before these ice cubes melt, then you can share the room service with me. If however, you do not get off before they melt, then I will give you to the room service man as a tip."
"Steve, no!" Emma attempted to sit up, and Steve grabbed her below the jaw.
Holding her by the throat, Steve looked into her panicked eyes and said very slowly, "I -- OWN -- YOU. You may not have thought this all the way through earlier, but you are mine to do with as I please. If it helps you to conceptualize it think of yourself as one of my possessions, I certainly will. I can use and share my possessions as I see fit and you should expect to be used the same, by me and anyone else I choose to give you to." As Steve spoke he increased the pressure on Emma's neck. "Now, as I've said before I have the power to destroy you, your reputation, your career, and your life in generalβnot to mention what that would do to your family. From this point forward 'no' is not a word in your vocabulary. Do you understand?"