Instead of responding, Sam took Beatrice's cup of ice cream. He gently wiped the spoon, which was coated with ice cream, on the exact spot-on Beatrice's lips that he had bitten earlier. The cold sensation that ran across Beatrice's lips made her groan involuntarily. The girl closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation provided by the ice cream and the way Sam was pampering her now.

"Undo your top," Sam commanded, right above Beatrice's lips. Beatrice's body seemed to move on its own upon hearing Sam's voice. She didn't object in the slightest. One by one, the fabric covering Beatrice's body, though minimal, was stripped away, leaving only her pants and...