Eventually he’d had enough, and had bound her wrists over her head with one hand while he pleasured her with the fingers of his other one. He didn’t need ice cubes to make her pussy throb. Only when she was gasping from her third orgasm did he allow her to draw her legs up around his waist and enter her.
This time he went at a leisurely pace, pressing the length of his body as he held her wrists, kissing her as he worked his cock inside her. His tongue fucked her mouth in time to his thrusts, and she took him in gladly, greedily. The pleasure built more slowly, more steadily than it had last time, but when it finally crested over them it was no less intense. Rather than a tidal wave crashing, she felt as though she was being lifted into the clouds, and floated back gently as a snowflake on a breeze.
“Will you stay?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Stay?”
“With me. As my lover. I want you to be mine. Only mine.”
Her mind drifted back to the night of pleasure they’d had; to how he’d opened her eyes, awakened her sexual side. No man had ever taken an interest in her the way he had, to the extent that he took the time to care for her pleasure, to teach her new things about herself and her body rather than focusing on his own pleasure. She had liked the things they had done together, and even though she’d always been taught that such things were taboo, she felt no shame in it. In fact, her body practically glowed with pleasure and happiness that she’d finally found a man who was willing to be a sexual partner in the truest sense of the word.
“I would love to,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair. “What you showed me last night was… incredible. I want more of that.”
“What I’ve shown you is only the beginning,” he told her with a wicked grin. “There is plenty left for me to teach you as your Master.”
“I am more than willing to stick around and be your student,” she told him with a grin of her own.
“I am glad to hear it. Do you have time for another lesson?”
“Always.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and she kissed him.
Several months later…
Katherine gasped at the shock of cold as Mark fastened a pair of clamps, made icy from the freezer, to her protruding nipples. She was on her knees in front of the fireplace in his living room, and the heat from the roaring fire in the hearth against her naked body only made the contrast that much sharper. Her hands were bound behind her back, a blindfold around her head, so that she was forced to rely purely on sound and sensation.
She could feel a very slight displacement of air around her as her Master walked a slow circle around her; she knelt at attention, her body stiff as a bow as she waited in anticipation. He’d not told her his plans when he’d walked through the door that evening, but she knew he was in a mood; he’d had to fire an employee today for directly going against his orders and screwing up a multi-million dollar deal. At the end of the day he’d sent her back to his mansion ahead of him and told her to be naked and waiting for him on the hearth rug in his bedroom.
When he’d walked through the double doors of his bedroom, a slight shiver had gone down her spine at the dangerous glint in his eye. He’d started up the fire, fixed the blindfold on her eyes and told her not to say a single word. She knew that he expected, no, needed, complete obedience from her tonight after having to deal with the man who had so blatantly flaunted disregard for his authority.
Still, he hadn’t said she couldn’t make any sound, and so she cried out freely when she felt the sting of a riding crop against her bottom. Holding herself rigid, she tilted her head to the ceiling as she took the flogging, savoring each sting, each crack that snapped through the air. In her mind’s eye she imagined the welts that were rising on her smooth, creamy skin, and her breath grew sharper, faster. She always traced the markings lovingly afterward; they were a gift, as far as she was concerned.
It hadn’t always been this way, she reflected briefly even as her body sang with the pleasure/pain. In the beginning she’d been nervous, even against the idea of letting Mark inflict pain on her. But these past few weeks he’d shown her just how good it could be.
“Very good, Katherine,” he said, his deep voice like a physical caress along her spine. She whimpered when he tugged on the nipple clamps, sending twin lances of pleasure and pain through the front of her. Wetness dribbled down the inside of her left thigh; her pussy ached so badly it was all she could do not to beg him for release. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
There was a slight rustling behind her, followed by a tiny crack, and then she gasped when she felt the wet, icy shock of an ice cube pressed directly between her shoulder blades. He slid it slowly, torturously down the curve of her spine, lingering at the small of her back. She bit her lip when the ice came in contact with the welts, as he traced the shrinking cube along each line. Once he followed the trail of ice with his hot tongue, eliciting a surprised moan of pleasure from her.