Page 55 of Wanted
She nearly came off the table when he pinched her clit, the fingers of his other hand twisting sideways inside her. She bit the back of her hand, her hips writhing, needing a return to the rubbing he’d just ceased.
Abandoning her pussy altogether, he released her waist and sharply slapped her bottom. Two crisp swats now, one for each of the fingers he was now pumping in and out of her ass in hard fucking motions.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Yes, Sir, I like it! Please—oh!”
He took his hands from her entirely. “Too late. When I ask a question, I expect a prompt response. We’ve had this discussion before.”
She expected him to spank her, but he didn’t. A handful of wet ice cubes dropped onto her back instead, shocking the pleasure right out of her. She sucked a sharp gasp, but his hand flattened on the small of her back, pinning her to the table.
“Oh my God!”
Cold was not her friend, no matter how wildly her pussy now pulsed and throbbed. Her nails raked the table’s edge, her body fighting not to squirm as he stroked the ice cubs down her back. Cold caressed her from shoulders to ass, the melting ice sending rivulets of water tickling down her curves.
“Do I need to tie you down?”
Leaving the ice to melt in the small of her back, he dipped another cube out of the vase. This he tucked into the crack of her ass, wedging it directly over her anus to melt and dibble cold water into the folds of her eagerly twitching pussy.
“You’re still not answering me. I wonder why.” He dipped out another cube, this one finding its maddening way to the sensitive back of her thigh. “Is it because you find it embarrassing to admit in public that you want the things I’m making you say?”
“N-no, Sir!” Giddy goosebumps prickled her. She’d wanted the things he was doing to her for so long. What had it been now, just a few short weeks ago that she’d have given anything and everything just to be touched? Well, he was touching her now and the cold sitting stationary in the small of her back and between her ass cheeks was killing her. “Please?”
“Please, what?” he returned, scooping out a few ice cubes more and laying them on the back of her thigh. Covering them with his hand, he stroked the length of her leg.
It was all she could do not to kick or roll over.
“I said, do you want me to tie you down?”
“N-no, Sir!” Her pussy spasmed hard, a rolling wave of orgasmic shivers that shot to her stiffening nipples and then to her womb. Melting water trickled over her sides and over her pussy. Her outer folds were so cold and yet her clit pulsed hot. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. If she opened her mouth now, all that would come out would be squeaks as she writhed, helplessly wanting to both escape and not.
“Hold still, please.” He circled the back of her knee once before journeying on toward her feet.
“I—I can’t!”
“No?” The clink of tinkling ice announced his return to the vase. A half second later, the heat of his hand cupped her pussy, parting the chilled folds.
She arched sharply, losing what little composure she had to shout as the tip of the first chilled dildo pushed inside her. “Oh my God!”
“How about now?” he asked, mercilessly pushing the dildo deeper until the cold of it was all the way up inside her. “Can you hold still for me now?”
She couldn’t even breathe. She was shaking, the cold seeping in deeper than just her skin now. It was in her muscles, in her core. Her nipples were so tight and hard they hurt. Locking her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, she buried her face in the table padding, but there was no escape.
“Are you cold?” He pumped the dildo slowly in and out of her. “Shall I warm you, honey?”
Groaning through gritted teeth, she already knew a comfortable blanket was not at all what he meant. Was he going to use the flash cotton now, the candle, a spanking? As cold as her ass was right now, even light swats from his hard hands would be quickly unbearable.
“You really are ignoring me.”
“No!” she squeaked, but already he was back at the vase and the lightly clinking ice sent ominous shivers racing down her spine. She braced for cold, more ice dumped onto her back or wedged between her ass cheeks to replace the cube that had melted away to nothing. What she wasn’t braced for, was the trickling line of hot wax that suddenly poured the length of her spine from midway down her back all the way to the hills of her buttocks. He used all the liquid wax he could coax from the candle, dripping circles over each nether cheek in turn while she grunted and ground into the table padding.
The heat stung everywhere it hit cold, her flesh erupting into tingling, burning chills. Her nerves couldn’t process it. Neither could her brain, and her ass humped the table, bouncing and writhing in an effort to evade. The wax hardened almost instantly. He caressed the ridge as it hardened on her skin, then cupped her bottom and prized her open.
She’d never heard him put the candle aside or pick up the second dildo. All she felt was that half-second of erotic terror as the cold glass head nudged unerringly in search of her anal rim.
“Do you want me to fuck your asshole?”
No! Yes! Please? She did and she didn’t, and she didn’t know.
“Fuck!”
