I watch as Shane licks his ice-cream, deliberately letting out a delightful sound, knowing I would give anything to taste it. Man, it’s hot in here.

"You’ve got some… right… here." I reach over to scoop the drop of his chin, but he stops me. A disappointed groan leave my lips before I know it. He grins, he is in control and he is well aware of it.

He lifts his hand up, scooping the drop of ice cream off his chin with his index finger, sucking it off. He knows that the suggestive sucking is driving me mad, seeing his lips curl around the finger like that, and I know he knows because his hazel brown eyes are resting on me, his intent gaze searching my soul.

"You want some, don’t you?"

I whimper, for it is all the reply I can manage. Tonight I am his slave, and all because of one God-damn ice cream. But it is hot outside, and it is even hotter inside, I need something to cool me off…

The edges of his lips twitch slightly. "Shirt…" I know what he wants, and I obey. My shirt slips to the floor and his gaze is approving. I hold my breath. Is that enough for him?

He takes the Flake out of the cone, and scooping some ice cream onto it he holds it within my reach. I steal a quick look at him for the final approval and wrap my lips around the edge of the chocolate, cleaning the ice cream off it before letting it go.

He smiles as he brings the half- melted chocolate down and starts to doodle on my chest. It tickles, but I keep still. If I play the game, I know I will be rewarded in the end.

He doodles a big heart; I always knew he was romantic. He traces the outline with his right thumb, while holding the remaining chocolate to my mouth. I know I have to eat it, and I’m glad I took that shower while he was out getting the ice cream.

He takes the cone and dip his fingers into it. I whimper as he destroys my hope of getting any. He ignores me and start to fill the heart with the cold, white cream. At least it cools me off. My needs are not totally overlooked however, he allows me to lick the remains off his fingers.

I look down at my chest as he finishes, it’s covered in the white mush. He pushes me back on the bed and picks up the second Flake that he had left on the bedside table. Taking it in his hand, he crumbles it and starts to spread it over the white mush. Like a cook creating some nice desert. Will I get some too?

He finishes, wiping his hands on my belly, and start to undo my belt. He is grinning widely now, obviously aware off how exited I am. He slips my trousers off and then sits back. I shiver as his eyes run over me, craving, hungry.

He reaches out again and take hold of my boxers, slipping them off too. Then he gets off the bed, stands up and starts to remove his own clothes. So painfully slow. I lay, motionless, waiting for him, because that is what he wants. His eyes are fixed on the only part of me I can not control, revelling in my response to his teasing.

He is finally undressed and gets back on the bed. He sits back in between my legs, reaches out and scoops off ice cream in a straight line over my chest with his fingers. He smiles and hold his hand over my mouth. I’m not so sure I want that chocolately mush anymore, but what the heck. I accept it hungrily, as he knew I would.

He takes his hand back and dips his head down, slowly starting to lick the mush off me. His tongue is skilfully teasing me, and the fact that I have allowed for it to get to know my body like the mouth it should be residing in is not making it any easier for me.

He reaches my right nipple, and I can sense how he is loving the control he has. His tongue is probing around, his teeth are shamelessly grazing. He moves to the left nipple, repeating the same procedure, if possible a bit more forceful this time.

He finishes and clamps his mouth over mine, allowing me to savour the taste of the ice cream. His hands are running up and down my arms, as usual. He lets go and looks deep in my eyes.

"Kian?" I nod, faintly, already knowing the question. He smiles and brings his hand to my mouth, and I hungrily suck on his fingers, hoping he will hurry up with this one.

He takes his hand back on moves back down, allowing me to roll over on my stomach. He enters me with one finger, and then with two and three… and. Wow, his probing pays off when he finds what he is looking for.

He withdraws and I brace myself. This is my favourite part of the night, and I hope it is his, too. He enters me and I am filled by the wonderful feeling as our bodies become one.

It does not take long until we are both over the edge. A few deep thrusts and I can feel his hotness inside me. His body falls heavy and limp on top of mine.

He recovers and gets off me. I look at him, as he stands up.

"Go fetch a shower Ki, and I’ll change the sheets."

"Can’t we-"

A stern look interrupts me. I almost forgot myself, but tonight he is in charge. It will be my turn some other night. I walk into the bathroom, alone.

As I come out, he is finished with the bed. He grins at me as he walks past me into the bathroom. "There’s something for you in the freezer."

"What?" My voice is still slightly croaky.

"There’s something for you in the freezer."

I look at the door in disbelief as he closes it behind him, walking over to the freezer I already know what’s in there. I find the ice cream cone, and take it out. Attached is a note:

"Hope you’ll enjoy this as much as your Flake ’01."