“Panic attack.”

Ray’s eyes narrow. “Not happening again.”

My lips quiver with repressed amusement. “I’ll let my sympathetic nervous system know.”

“Your heart starts pumping from anything other than the fact that you’re hot for me and wanting to come, you tell me right away.”

“Okay.”

He leans over me, placing one hand on either side of my shoulders, the bulge in his jeans a deliciously stimulating rub against my sex. “I find out you didn’t tell me right away, then I’ll throw you over my knee and spank the fucking daylight out of you.”

“Are you trying to turn me on?”

He slicks his finger through my folds, then holds it up for me to see it glisten. “Looks like I already did.”

“Beast.”

Ray grins. “Predator.”

He leaves me on the table and returns with a long, soft rope which he strings across the table and ties to the table legs behind me.

“Hands over your head. Spread ’em wide. Hold the rope.”

“Um…Ray…rope?”

His face softens. “Go with me on this. You’re not restrained, just holding on. You feel panicked, you let go. Any other reason—”

“And you’ll spank the daylight out of me?”

A slow, sensual smile spreads across his lips, and he leans down and presses his lips to my ear. “She gets it. I can hardly wait.”

He leaves me again, displayed on his table like a Christmas feast. When he returns, he has a bottle of Polar Ice vodka in one hand and a bowl of ice cubes in the other. It takes only a moment for my lust-sodden brain to clue in and a shiver runs down my spine. “You’re not…”

“Brace yourself. This is gonna be cold.” He plucks an ice cube from the bowl and places it in the hollow at the base of my throat. Almost immediately, little water drops trickle down the sides of my neck, a cool, erotic tickle that makes me shudder. Ray leans down to lick away the droplets, then sucks so hard on the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder that I gasp.

“Marked you.” He gives a satisfied growl and licks the wound. Predator indeed.

Leaving the ice trickling over my throat, he takes a second ice cube and runs it down my body, circling each of my breasts and then my nipples until they peak from the erotic slide of ice on my skin.

“Like you all wet and sexy.” Ray settles the ice cube in my belly button. Ice water trickles down my sides, sending me arching off the table.

“Down, beautiful girl. Need you to stay still. That is just the warm-up.” He places a warm hand over my hips and presses me back against the table.

“What do you mean, a warm-up?”

He takes a third ice cube from the bowl and rests it just above my pubic bone.

“Ray…I don’t think…”

“Shhhh. Let it happen.” When the first droplet slides its way over my mound, he follows it down, over my clit, and along my folds. Then he parts me wide and pushes the ice cube deep inside my pussy.

“Ahhhhh.” I arch off the table, terrified about getting freezer burn in my most intimate area, but the ice feels naughty and slippery inside me, sliding over my swollen tissue, and almost immediately water trickles along my inner thigh. “My hotness is too much for the ice cube.” I give him a smug smile.

Ray laughs and plucks another ice cube from the bowl. “Well then, we’d better try two.” He pushes another ice cube inside me and quickly follows it with a third. I gasp at dual sensations of being hot and cold, the obscene thickness inside me, the sensation that is at once pleasure and pain. Writhing on the table, I beg him to take them out. Ray lifts an admonishing eyebrow.

“They stay in until they melt. You let one go, and I replace it with three.” He teases my piercing with his finger and I whimper.

“Breathe through it.”

Tangling my hands in the rope above me, I take deep breaths as my sex throbs, whether from heat or cold, I no longer know. But when he kneels between my parted legs, spreading my thighs impossibly wide to lick his way up and around my clit, warmth spreads through my body and the burn of the ice cubes begins to fade.

“Better?”

When I nod, he stands and fills a shot glass with Polar Ice and then tips it over my breast.

“Ahhhhhhh!” A stream of freezing cold vodka splashes over my nipple, hardening it instantly. Ray bends down and draws my nipple into his mouth, warming it with his tongue. The combination of cold and heat sends my arousal skyrocketing, and I moan.

“It’s gonna get a lot worse than that.” Ray tips the glass over my other nipple and I brace myself between the rope and the table. “I’ve only just begun.”

He teases me for what seems like hours. No part of my body is safe from the trickle of freezing cold vodka and the rasp of his warm tongue. He laps the cold liquid from the pulse point at the base of my throat, licks his way down my sternum, laves every part of my breasts, and then fills the glass up again when he reaches my stomach.

“You’re gonna be so drunk, you won’t be able to perform.”

He raises an eyebrow as he drizzles cold vodka over my stomach, the cool liquid sending shivers through my body as it trickles down my sides. “I ever let you down?”

“Well…no.”

“’Course not.” He thrusts his finger into my sex and water from the melted ice cubes dribbles over my skin. “So wet. And I’m about to make you wetter.”