"Spread your legs wide," he commanded me "and hold your head up high like the proper bitch you are."
From his pocket Denis took out two rubber gloves and snapped them as he placed them on each hand.
"Now, I have to check if you are lying."
Denis spread my butt cheek with one hand and gazed on my pussy and tight little asshole. My pussy was already wet, and without hesitation he jammed his finger up my virgin ass as he investigated me.
"Hmmmm not a virgin ass, is it? What have you been playing with? Toys? Fingers? More?"
"No please don't..."
"Just as I thought," he assesses "You're a frigid bitch that gets of on controlling men. Well, we have just the thing for that."
He reached into the glass of water and took out an ice cube. I bit my lip determined not to scream out as the cold of the ice cube stings as he rub it against my hot sensitive pussy lips. The cold turned to numb as he rubs it and then he presses it in. I whimpered as the corner of the cube hurt and the cold of it sting as he pressed it deep inside me.
"There now. Climb up on the desk for the next part of our interview. Knees on the edge of the desk, hands flat, head still held high. Spread the knees farther apart."
Denis removed the gloves throwing them into the wastebasket and removed his clothes. He moved his face close to my ass, so pretty and vulnerable. His hands grab my butt cheeks again spreading me wide.
"Now, the taste test," as he pressed his face.
His fingers pull my pussy open and he licks my juices that flow mixed with the cold water of the ice cube melting within me. He licks my pussy, up the crack of my ass, pressing his tongue into my asshole and then licking the crack back down to my pussy again.
"Ohhhhhhh."
He found my clit and sucked on it hard. He pressed a finger into the cold waters in my pussy and as my back arched, he knew he'd found my spot. He rub within me with one finger and then pressed in another as he licked my pussy and drank the cum water that poured from me. I hate it, feeling so vulnerable, having always wanted to be in control, especially controlling men, but somehow still I found it an intense turn-on. I arched my back and pressed my hips back reaching for the climax that his fingers, tongue and lips are about to deliver. I came hard and I cried out. I was defeated. I trembled as my orgasm became even more intense.
-to be continued