<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her body squirmed under the feel of the ice but the ice also aided her in some way; it numbed her nipple where she couldn't feel the pleasure of the coldness anymore. That was a good thing, wasn't it? Yes, it had to be because if not then Zara was going to break her vow and scream to the client to touch her, to fuck her, to make her scream.<br/><br/>The ice cube was definitely a God-sent...until she felt the Captain's mouth against her nipple and she lost control.<br/><br/>"Oh!" She arched her back, her eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold as she shuddered almost violently, her arms jerking as they tried their best to pull from their bindings. She had almost screamed 'Oh God' but had stopped herself from actually verbalizing what she had said. But...she had almost messed up...the Captain would surely have not been pleased.<br/><br/>She breathed raggedly through her mouth, letting out a hiss as she felt the ice cube on her other sensitive nipple.<br/><br/><em>How could she possibly think under these actions!?</em><br/><br/>"I..." Zara whimpered, mewling as she arched her back once more, enjoying the attention she was receiving. She was a whore in every sense of the word; attention-seeking, physically, emotionally...Zara was a whore in every which way.<br/><br/>"Y-Yes..." She stammered lightly, "I...I l-like...it....." She struggled to think, completely forgetting what the questions had been. For all she bloody well knew of the question, Captain could have asked her if she was a virgin and she would have said 'Yes'.</span>