circled her stomach. Wax pooled on the crest of her right breasts and an ice cube melted against the tightly creased left nipple.
Celia quickly gained an understanding of the term pleasure-pain and realized there was an exquisite discomfort to be derived from the application of such jarringly different temperatures. Her entire body buzzed with heightened sensation to the point that Evi’s fingertips running down her still-bound arms made her pussy clench.
Evi blew out the candle and then she heard ice cubes crackling against one another. She waited to feel the ice on her skin and moaned when Evi pressed an ice cube to her neck, just below her earlobe. When she felt the tip of his nose and his warm breath against her skin, she realized he was holding the cube between his lips. He trailed the ice up and down one side of her neck before taking it to the other. All the while, his hands roamed her body, pulling off some of the hardened bits of wax and creating sensations of intense pain followed by slow throbbing.
With the ice cube resting against her right collarbone, Evi let it fall from his lips. Slowly it slid down the contours of her body, riding the inside of her breast and down her stomach before bumping into a spot of wax on her thigh. It clung to her skin, and she shivered inadvertently as Evi sucked her earlobe and began untying the binds holding her elbows and wrists together.
In her pleasurable torment, Celia had completely forgotten about her restrained arms. When she was finally free, Evi rubbed her shoulders and elbows and allowed her to roll her shoulders to release the tension that had built up in the muscles.
He left the blindfold on so she had only the warning of his breath against her skin before his hair was brushing her jaw, his head bent over her shoulder to allow his tongue to lave her collarbone. Thighs tensing, she exhaled forcefully and wished that his mouth were on another part of her. Each swipe of an ice cube and drip of wax had sent a fiery pulse to her clit, and yet again she was dying for his touch. How the man managed to reduce her to a quivering, craving mass was beyond her.
As if sensing her need, Evi suckled her neck and ran his hand down her body, skimming over the bumps of wax marring her skin. His fingers played in the curls covering her sex and then he slid one finger down her slit, through her wetness. She felt him smile against her neck and imagined him smirking triumphantly at his discovery, but her annoyance was obliterated the second he brought a finger to her clit. Celia jumped and groaned, her breath shaky.
“You’re close to coming,” he stated.
She bit her lip rather than answer.
“Celia, answer me. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she whispered hungrily.
His fingers manipulated her clit until her toes were curling. Her back undulated against his chest as he worked her into a frenzy with his fingers.
“Do you want to come, Celia?” The fingers of his right hand made quick circles around her clit, increasing their pressure with each pass.
“Yes, please, Evi! Please!” she begged with a strangled cry, beyond caring about the consequences. Ready for his fingers to work her into an orgasm, Celia opened her thighs wider…
And was greeted with a shocking and painful application of a handful of ice to her pussy.
“YOU BASTARD!” she screeched, lunging blindly forward as her orgasm was stolen away and her now numbed clit throbbed.
Evi’s hands snatched her upper arms, holding her in place. “You’re not going anywhere, Celia. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Chapter Seven
With the handful of forgotten ice melting between Celia’s spread knees, Evi released his grip on her arms and pressed her shoulders toward the floor. He was certain he’d finally succeeded in shocking her free from her overwhelmingly strong control of her body and mind.
Now he could get on with the part he’d been looking forward to—breaking her.
Leaving a panting Celia
Celia quickly gained an understanding of the term pleasure-pain and realized there was an exquisite discomfort to be derived from the application of such jarringly different temperatures. Her entire body buzzed with heightened sensation to the point that Evi’s fingertips running down her still-bound arms made her pussy clench.
Evi blew out the candle and then she heard ice cubes crackling against one another. She waited to feel the ice on her skin and moaned when Evi pressed an ice cube to her neck, just below her earlobe. When she felt the tip of his nose and his warm breath against her skin, she realized he was holding the cube between his lips. He trailed the ice up and down one side of her neck before taking it to the other. All the while, his hands roamed her body, pulling off some of the hardened bits of wax and creating sensations of intense pain followed by slow throbbing.
With the ice cube resting against her right collarbone, Evi let it fall from his lips. Slowly it slid down the contours of her body, riding the inside of her breast and down her stomach before bumping into a spot of wax on her thigh. It clung to her skin, and she shivered inadvertently as Evi sucked her earlobe and began untying the binds holding her elbows and wrists together.
In her pleasurable torment, Celia had completely forgotten about her restrained arms. When she was finally free, Evi rubbed her shoulders and elbows and allowed her to roll her shoulders to release the tension that had built up in the muscles.
He left the blindfold on so she had only the warning of his breath against her skin before his hair was brushing her jaw, his head bent over her shoulder to allow his tongue to lave her collarbone. Thighs tensing, she exhaled forcefully and wished that his mouth were on another part of her. Each swipe of an ice cube and drip of wax had sent a fiery pulse to her clit, and yet again she was dying for his touch. How the man managed to reduce her to a quivering, craving mass was beyond her.
As if sensing her need, Evi suckled her neck and ran his hand down her body, skimming over the bumps of wax marring her skin. His fingers played in the curls covering her sex and then he slid one finger down her slit, through her wetness. She felt him smile against her neck and imagined him smirking triumphantly at his discovery, but her annoyance was obliterated the second he brought a finger to her clit. Celia jumped and groaned, her breath shaky.
“You’re close to coming,” he stated.
She bit her lip rather than answer.
“Celia, answer me. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she whispered hungrily.
His fingers manipulated her clit until her toes were curling. Her back undulated against his chest as he worked her into a frenzy with his fingers.
“Do you want to come, Celia?” The fingers of his right hand made quick circles around her clit, increasing their pressure with each pass.
“Yes, please, Evi! Please!” she begged with a strangled cry, beyond caring about the consequences. Ready for his fingers to work her into an orgasm, Celia opened her thighs wider…
And was greeted with a shocking and painful application of a handful of ice to her pussy.
“YOU BASTARD!” she screeched, lunging blindly forward as her orgasm was stolen away and her now numbed clit throbbed.
Evi’s hands snatched her upper arms, holding her in place. “You’re not going anywhere, Celia. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Chapter Seven
With the handful of forgotten ice melting between Celia’s spread knees, Evi released his grip on her arms and pressed her shoulders toward the floor. He was certain he’d finally succeeded in shocking her free from her overwhelmingly strong control of her body and mind.
Now he could get on with the part he’d been looking forward to—breaking her.
Leaving a panting Celia
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