Author's Note
This chapter includes mature content and ice play but the start of the chapter is also important for the future so if you don't wanna read the smut, then read until they have come up with a safe word!

{EDITED}

Maddison Brooks

Neva was officially hungover, enough hungover to miss dance practice today. But I'm not surprised since I had to almost carry her all the way home after finding her in the women's bathroom, all the way home she was talking about someone that was really good at making out.

I was left alone to go and dance, luckily we were going to work on the all dance students part so either way Neva and I wouldn't really have time to talk since we were so many today, when someone was out another small group was out. Just to see everyone clear and correct mistakes. Then from time to time we all would do it at the same time so everyone got used to having people around while doing the choreography, as Cameron had explained it to us through an email.

Walking through the parking lot up to the studio while the sun kissed my skin. Enjoying the early bird song and smell of summer that was a mix of flowers and berries.

•••

Dickhead: I'm waiting outside.
Dickhead: Come out when you are done.

I just ended and had to grab my stuff and check my phone if Neva texted or called as I told her to do if she needed anything for her hangover. A drop of sweat ran down my back, followed by a shiver from the unusual feeling of something dripping down my back without any pressure.

Maddison: Why?

Dickhead: Just get out when you're done.

Rolling my eyes and letting out a frustrated breath. Writing an answer I didn't send since Claire stepped in behind me and made me forget what I was going to write more, deleting my text and putting down my phone in the front of my pants. "Is Trevor giving you a ride?"

"I'm walking, such good weather today right?" I filled my hands with the things I got with me from Neva before I turned around and stared back at a few inches taller woman. She bit her lip to hold back a proud grim over getting on my nerves. "Was there anything more you wanted to say or ask?" Tilting my head to the side, waiting for her to speak. "Goodbye then." Giving her a small nod before moving around her; letting my shoulder push against her when I walked away from her. Fisting my hands and keeping my eyes in the door that got closer with every step just so I don't turn around and throw a fist into her face.

Opening the door, seeing Charles black Ferrari waiting just outside the door. My fingers played with a rubber band that had been wrapped around my wrist. Keeping my head low while I walked in front of his car, accidentally looking up just when he looked up from his phone.

I need to control my eyes better.

Taking my eyes back to the ground, walking faster away from him when I heard the car door open. "Maddison!" He called after me. His steps are getting closer and closer, his legs much longer than mine. I let out a squeak when Charles hands grabbed my waist, spinning me around before lifting me over his shoulder as if I was a potato sack. He grumbled something under his breath while I was concentrating on not letting my head pound into his behind while he walked.

He sat me down in the front seat before closing the door, and locking it with a loud smirk spreading on his lips. Taking on my seatbelt before he got into the car with me. "I hate you." I cursed under my breath; folding my arms over my chest, while he sat down in the driver's seat.

Charles grabbed the steering wheel hard, his veins popping under his sunburned skin. "Mhm..." He said from deep down in his throat while he pulled out from the parking lot. "I want us to have a safe word." Charles came to a conclusion that I had no idea existed. His hand grabbed my thigh; not hard and controlling, he just let it be there after giving it a small squeeze.

"A safe word?" I was confused, thinking they only exist in movies. My thigh burned from his easy grip on my thigh, making it hard for me to find words in my melting mind.

"A word anyone can use when they don't want more, even if it isn't in a sexual activity. The other partner needs to stop directly after the word has been used." He explained.

"Isn't that something people only use in movies, like filthy shades of grey?"

Charles let out an amused chuckle while shaking his head. "No, it can be used in more than that." Nodding my head understanding, soaking up the information. "Pick a word you can easily remember?"

I sat quietly in my seat for a while, my fingers continuing to fumble with the rubber band while I thought of a word that could be easy for me to say and remember, just as he had asked me. "How about... red? It's original but-"

"Will you remember it?"

"Obviously, it's my favorite color." I rolled my eyes.

"Then red it is." Charles nodded, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing a bit when we came to a decision. "Just remember it now." I nodded before looking out through the window.

"Can we go to your house?" Charles didn't answer but he turned the car into the direction of his house. I felt excited for the first time in a long time. I hadn't told him why I wanted to be in his place but we both knew why.

We were going to touch each other in inappropriate ways, again. And we both were going to enjoy knowing if it needed a stop. I wanted to have that word with my boyfriend also, having the option to say no and step down without being convinced by him a few minutes later. The car came to a stop outside his house, my mind still in a fog while Charles stepped out from the car without a word.

My door opened and before I knew it I was thrown over his shoulder again with a smack on my butt. "Don't even think about it." Charles mumbled just a few seconds before I smashed my hand into his behind; just as he had done to me. Charles chuckled while he opened the door; not faced by my actions, while my palm burned.

We got into the house, the hardwood floor moving under my head with every step Charles took. He opened the door before turning around and closing it. Letting me down to the floor, my back resting against the door behind me. "Will you let me fuck you, again? Will you let me play with you? Will you let me see how far we can go?" His warm breath fanned my lips while he never looked away from me, or touched me; his hands resting against the door on the sides of my head.

"Yes." I nodded,wanting to explore my desires while I have a word that can stop everything if needed; I didn't need to wait it out.

"Will you listen to me and be a good girl?" One of his hands left the door and tilted my head so I would look at him. Clenching my thighs together when I felt my arousal damp my panties from the desire of being touched, my nipples poking against my training bra.

"Yes."

"Strip." Charles ordered while backing away from me, leaving me leaning against the wall while he sat down on his large bed. "It wasn't a question." His eyes were filled with hunger and desire, his hands in fists while I grabbed the end of my shirt before pulling it over my head. It felt awkward to stand in front of him while taking off my clothes while he watched, but some part of me felt good because he never said anything about how I looked even if he never looked away from me.

Grabbing the waistband of my leggings while I took up Charles eye contact, pulling down my leggings to my ankles before stepping out of them. "Principessa<Princess>." He grumbled while I touched my sports bra, trying to act sensual but by the look of the male in front of me, he wouldn't care if I had been wearing granny panties and an old woman's bra instead of black thongs and a pink sports bra.

Pulling the bra over my head, followed by curses from Charles when I stood with my body naked except for the panties. Grabbing the waist line of my panties before pulling them off and stepping away from them; leaving them on the floor as my eyes concentrated on them to not look at Charles face while I stood naked in front of him.

Easy steps against the floor made me look up, meeting his gaze while he licked his bottom lip to speak. "Lay down on the bed. Spread your legs, have your feet on the mattress and while your knees are up." I gave him a nod before I walked around him, my breath stuck in my throat and my mind dizzy with anxiety; yet it was something that kept me from turning all this down.

Laying down on the mattress; spreading my legs just as he told me, my feet against the mattress under me with my knees up. "Shit you're wet." Charles grumbled when my legs were spread in front of him. "Just this got you really excited?" He said as a question. I nodded even though he probably didn't notice, but I wasn't going to lie to him. "I want to see you touch yourself." Charles breathed out, his arms crossed over his chest when I propped myself up on my elbows.

Moving my hand down my body while I looked at him and he looked deep into my eyes before he let his eyes fall down together with my playful fingers. Rubbing my cilt while his eyes burned my skin as if he wanted to light me on fire even if my whole body was in flames already. Falling onto my back when I couldn't hold myself up on my elbow anymore, moans slipping out from between my lips when I sunk one finger inside my drenched core.

Pumping my finger in and out until I felt my walls pulse around my own fingers, realizing that it was my own body that gave me pleasure even if it was Charles who told me to do it. Arching my back, letting out a cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when I added another finger; accidentally scraping my nail against my flesh before my fingers were completely inside me. Slowly moving them in and out while my thumb gave pressure on my cilt. Curling my toes when I got closer to an orgasm. "Stop." Charles' voice was low but full of power. I didn't listen, I was so close that my legs were shaking.

I closed my eyes, so close, so close. I felt my hand get ripped away from me in one drastic move. Opening my eyes and looking up at Charles who stood between my legs, only missing a shirt on his body. His hand clasped around my wrist when he looked back and forth between my eyes and my fingers that were glistening with my arousal.

He let go of my wrist after a thoughtful moment of silence. "Lay down on your back in the middle of the bed." He instructed once to step back from me before sitting down on the edge of the bed while I made my way to the middle of his bed, wondering what was going to happen. "Do you trust me?" Charles asked while turning his body towards me.

Some parts of me never trusted him. But in this, I trusted him. I trust him to stop if I use the word. I trust him to take care of me for a while and make me high on him without using any drugs more than himself. "I trust you." My voice was low, barely over a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

He stood up from the bed and walked into another room that looked like his closet. Charles pulled open a drawer, taking something out from it before closing the drawer. Hiding whatever he took from the drawer behind his back when he stalked towards me. "Still trust me?" He looked unsure before I answered with a breathy 'yes'. "Grazie cazzo<Thank fuck>." Charles mumbled while taking the last few steps to the bed.

Leaning his legs against the bed while holding up the red tie that he had been hiding behind his back. "What color is this?" He asked while looking at my face, only my face; his eyes didn't even look down my naked body that lay in his bed. Trevor didn't even give my face a glance when I was naked in front of him. Charles and Trevor were each other's complete opposite and I'm not sure which one of them I enjoy more. The word was on the tip of my tongue when I closed my lips and figured out what he wanted. He wanted me to remember the word, and he wanted me to say it if I wasn't sure I wanted this.

Giving him a small smile before my eyes got covered by the tie. "Just... remember to say the word if you want me to stop and I will stop." Giving him a nod even though he may have his back against me. Hearing the drawer get pulled open before closing. "Give me your wrists." Lifting my arms into the direction of where his voice came from before something tied my wrist together without blocking the blood stream to my hands. Moving my hands over my head, "Hold them here."

Hearing his steps move away from me before everything got quiet, leaving me alone without anything to rely on. Relaxing my muscles when nothing came, until something cold and wet landed on my stomach just by my belly button. Sucking in my stomach in a try to get the cold object away from me, but only finding it moving further down before a warm breath touched my skin mixed with the coldness up against my breasts.

It stopped between my breasts before leaving my body with goosebumps and a tingling feeling in my body. Charles' chuckle was low and sensual before the cold object landed on the top of my nipple before slowly moving down only to be lifted up on the side of my nipple again, moving it in slow circles while a touch of cold lips wrapped around my other nipple. Arching my back to give him more access to me while I moved my hands from above my head and grabbing the roots of his hair.

"I told you to hold them there." Charles grumbled while he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head until I grabbed the thin fabric to hold my hands up. His lips left my nipple while the cold object left my body before it was back by my belly button. "Do you know what it is yet principessa<princess>?"

"Ice." I answered after thinking for a while.

"Good girl." Charles mumbled while moving the ice down to my lower stomach before pressing the ice against my skin so it dropped down to my slit. Arching my back to get away from the coldness even if my walls were clamping around nothing. The ice cube dropped down until it touched my cilt, I shivered. "Remember the word?" I gave him a nod because I couldn't form words anymore. Feeling tears leak out from my eyes when his fingers move over my opening.

He slipped one of his fingers inside when he felt me ready; even if I had been ready ever since I laid down in bed for the first time. I moaned in delight at the touch of his fingers that made me forget how cold the ice felt against my flesh only because his touch burned. Everything he did right now made me feel high in pleasure that I never thought I would enjoy, I never thought I would feel an ice cube being hot.

"Shit." I cried out when he curled his finger inside me at the same time as a second finger entered me. "Don't stop!" Gripping the sheet with my fingers hard to not grab onto him. His lips touched the skin on my collarbone when I pulsed around his fingers in the need to come.

"Stai così bene per me in questo momento, principessa<You look so good for me right now, princess>." He mumbled while his fingers switched between curling and pumping in and out while keeping the same tempo from when I told him not to stop, instead of speeding up like Trevor does for some reason. Charles kissed down my stomach.

Either the ice was gone or had melted or something because heat consumed my body when his tongue rubbed against my cilt. "I'm-" I couldn't say anything more as an orgasm erupted through my body with such intensity that my toes curled, my body shook and it felt as if I fell off the highest building in the world instead of only a small bump

Author's Note
It's not over yet;)

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