that ice?” I asked.
“It is,” he replied, drawing the tip across my chest
My nipples tightened, the clamps digging in to the crinkled buds. Oh my God. A dildo made of ice. I could only imagine how he planned to torture me with it. Drips of cold water raced down my torso, collecting beneath my back. I shivered, goose bumps rising on my skin.
Tracing a path down to my cunt, he teased me with the shaft until I couldn’t control my gasping. Every pass of the ice stung, the pain just a peek of what was to come. I could only imagine what it would feel like inside me. The anticipation turned me on even more, my whole body tense and crackling with electricity.
Once he’d whipped me into a shuddering mass of raw arousal, he sheathed the dildo in a condom and pushed it into my pussy.
“Oh—” My voice broke, I couldn’t speak. The shaft of ice stretched and filled me just as his cock would, but instead of delicious heat, it was so cold it burned. Excruciating and exquisite all at once, the sensation overwhelmed me. Panting, I writhed in my restraints, cold water from the melting dildo pooling beneath my ass.
Lips to my ear, he brushed the hair from my forehead. His breath, laced with lemon and vodka, warmed my neck. “Tell me why you like this, little Red.”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “Please take it out. It’s too much, too cold.”
I couldn’t think straight and though I knew he left the frozen shaft in place for less than a minute, it felt like an eternity.
As soon as he extracted the dildo, a rush of relief swept through me. When he pushed his cock inside me, the warmth felt as though he’d penetrated me with a smoldering fireplace poker. I groaned, clenching my teeth. My pussy pulsed, cream and ice water oozing out of me.
Twisting the chain between the nipple clamps around his hand, he fucked me hard and fast, each stroke bouncing my breasts. More delicious agony coursed through me. My cunt constricted, the slick suction reverberating around the playroom.
“Why do you enjoy when I hurt you?” he growled.
I shook my head, my mind reeling. All the vanilla lovers I’d had flashed through my head and though none of them had laid a hand on me, they’d hurt me in myriad other ways—none of which turned me on in the slightest. Why, then, did Black’s aggression and mastery of inflicting pain set my body on fire? I tried to formulate an answer, but each pass of his cock against my G-spot rendered me less capable of thought.
Before I could stop it, a moan escaped me, my pussy tightening around his shaft. A ripple of ecstasy passed through me, but I knew what he would do next.
“No, no, no.” He withdrew his cock, rubbing the oozing tip against my thigh. “You don’t get to come until you answer the question.”
Desperate to have him inside me again, I stammered out the first thing that popped into my head. “It’s you. It’s the way you do this. You make me like it.”
Black dotted my nose with one finger. “Flattering, but untrue. You didn’t know me when you showed up at Rocky Road.”
He reached for the ice dildo.
“No. Please, no,” I whimpered, knowing he’d do as he damn well pleased.
Again, burning cold filled me. I shuddered, gritting my teeth. My pussy contracted around the icy shaft, cold water leaked down my ass. Panting to withstand the pain, I could hardly hear Black as he murmured in my ear.
“Tell me what I want to know and you’ll get your release. Why do you like me to hurt you?”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, all I knew was that I couldn’t stand the iciness much longer. I could use the stop word, but what fun would that be? I still wouldn’t understand what he was trying to teach me. My past lovers ran through my mind. They’d all taught me something, though I doubted they’d meant to. Black was open with his desire to dominate, to force submission.
Without another thought, I blurted out, “All relationships are painful. Ours is just
“It is,” he replied, drawing the tip across my chest
My nipples tightened, the clamps digging in to the crinkled buds. Oh my God. A dildo made of ice. I could only imagine how he planned to torture me with it. Drips of cold water raced down my torso, collecting beneath my back. I shivered, goose bumps rising on my skin.
Tracing a path down to my cunt, he teased me with the shaft until I couldn’t control my gasping. Every pass of the ice stung, the pain just a peek of what was to come. I could only imagine what it would feel like inside me. The anticipation turned me on even more, my whole body tense and crackling with electricity.
Once he’d whipped me into a shuddering mass of raw arousal, he sheathed the dildo in a condom and pushed it into my pussy.
“Oh—” My voice broke, I couldn’t speak. The shaft of ice stretched and filled me just as his cock would, but instead of delicious heat, it was so cold it burned. Excruciating and exquisite all at once, the sensation overwhelmed me. Panting, I writhed in my restraints, cold water from the melting dildo pooling beneath my ass.
Lips to my ear, he brushed the hair from my forehead. His breath, laced with lemon and vodka, warmed my neck. “Tell me why you like this, little Red.”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “Please take it out. It’s too much, too cold.”
I couldn’t think straight and though I knew he left the frozen shaft in place for less than a minute, it felt like an eternity.
As soon as he extracted the dildo, a rush of relief swept through me. When he pushed his cock inside me, the warmth felt as though he’d penetrated me with a smoldering fireplace poker. I groaned, clenching my teeth. My pussy pulsed, cream and ice water oozing out of me.
Twisting the chain between the nipple clamps around his hand, he fucked me hard and fast, each stroke bouncing my breasts. More delicious agony coursed through me. My cunt constricted, the slick suction reverberating around the playroom.
“Why do you enjoy when I hurt you?” he growled.
I shook my head, my mind reeling. All the vanilla lovers I’d had flashed through my head and though none of them had laid a hand on me, they’d hurt me in myriad other ways—none of which turned me on in the slightest. Why, then, did Black’s aggression and mastery of inflicting pain set my body on fire? I tried to formulate an answer, but each pass of his cock against my G-spot rendered me less capable of thought.
Before I could stop it, a moan escaped me, my pussy tightening around his shaft. A ripple of ecstasy passed through me, but I knew what he would do next.
“No, no, no.” He withdrew his cock, rubbing the oozing tip against my thigh. “You don’t get to come until you answer the question.”
Desperate to have him inside me again, I stammered out the first thing that popped into my head. “It’s you. It’s the way you do this. You make me like it.”
Black dotted my nose with one finger. “Flattering, but untrue. You didn’t know me when you showed up at Rocky Road.”
He reached for the ice dildo.
“No. Please, no,” I whimpered, knowing he’d do as he damn well pleased.
Again, burning cold filled me. I shuddered, gritting my teeth. My pussy contracted around the icy shaft, cold water leaked down my ass. Panting to withstand the pain, I could hardly hear Black as he murmured in my ear.
“Tell me what I want to know and you’ll get your release. Why do you like me to hurt you?”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, all I knew was that I couldn’t stand the iciness much longer. I could use the stop word, but what fun would that be? I still wouldn’t understand what he was trying to teach me. My past lovers ran through my mind. They’d all taught me something, though I doubted they’d meant to. Black was open with his desire to dominate, to force submission.
Without another thought, I blurted out, “All relationships are painful. Ours is just
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