Page 20 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

With her this close to me, my heart races, and my obsession for the woman that I despise grows even stronger. I drag my nose down the side of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume and our sex coating her skin, unable to get enough of it. And then suddenly I snap out of it and pull my cock and fingers out of her, pushing her onto her stomach.

"Why did-" she begins, her cheek pressed against the blanket.

But I cut her off, delivering another hard slap to the red welts on her ass, watching in satisfaction as she bites the blanket to keep from screaming.

"You can handle my fingers pounding into your ass, but you wince from a couple slaps?" I laugh, walking toward the open window. "And I stopped because I fucking can."

Reaching out into the frosty air, I raise my hand and break the thickest, longest icicle hanging from the roof. And then I walk back over to the bed and take my spot behind her. Forcing her up onto her knees again and yanking her by her hips, I slide my cock back into her pussy, picking up where I left off.

"Don't worry, my little freak, I'm not done with you yet." I smirk, even knowing that she can't see it. "How does it feel, Noelle?"

She moans, turning her head slightly with her eyes still covered. "So good," she drawls, her cunt clenching around me already.

Taking the icicle, I drag the tip down her spine, ripping a gasp from her mouth. She shivers as the ice melts all over her skin, sliding down to her burning ass. How fitting… the ice queen is about to get fucked with an icicle.

"It's not time for you to come yet, so don't you fucking dare." I drag the icicle to her ass, teasing her tight hole and watching it melt against her skin.

And then I drive it into her ass, pushing the icicle as far as it'll go. As I fuck her with it, she holds her breath, shivering from the cold. It melts quickly, soaking her and dripping out of her ass as I hammer into her pussy, feeling my climax about to burst.

"Mhm," she moans, and I can tell she's about to come.

So I pull out of her quickly, flipping her onto her back. Straddling her, I aim my cock for her face, stroking fiercely while she squirms and lies there in anger because I didn't let her come.

"God, you're fucking beautiful, Noelle," I grunt, my cock pulsing against my closed hand. "But I'm about to make you even more beautiful, if you know what I mean."

My cum jets out in thick spurts, splashing on her face, and I don't stop covering her until there's not a drop left. By the time I'm finished painting her in my cum, her face is covered, and it's dripped down her neck and pooled in the divot of her collarbone.

"How's it taste, whore?" I chuckle, grabbing my discarded shirt to wipe my cock off, along with my hands. "Lick my cum off those pretty lips for me."

She does as she's told, and the sight makes me want to fuck her again, but after all of that, I need to take a moment to process it.

"It tastes like cum," she says. "Now can you take the blindfold off or even undo the restraints?" I can hear the attitude in her tone, which pisses me off.

I grab the bottle of chloroform and soak a nearby rag with it, wanting some peace and quiet. And as she goes to open her mouth to complain about something else, I hold the rag over her lips and nose.

It doesn't take long for her to stop thrashing, her body falling limp beneath me. I stand back and admire my work, even more turned on with her blindfolded, bound, unconscious, and covered in my cum. I've finally fucked my stepmother, and it was more exhilarating than I ever thought it would be.

Now that I've had her, there's no way I can fucking stop.

nine

Noelle

This experience is very different from what I had imagined. But what was I really expecting when I toyed with the notion of being kidnapped? Deep down, I sensed that something like this might happen, but I never envisioned the involvement of four men or the way they would treat me. I’ve been degraded in an unspeakable way, and the thought of being fucked with an icicle still sends a chill down my spine.

A cold breeze from the open window sweeps in, brushing against my bare skin, jolting me awake with an unexpected shiver. I'm left uncertain about how long I’ve been unconscious or if anything significant happened when I was asleep.

I realize I’m still in the same room, still alone, which does nothing to quell the rising panic I’m struggling to suppress. My heart races when the door creaks open. I can’t help but jump, anticipation and dread coiling tightly in my chest as I lie here, utterly helpless and at their mercy.

"You’re a fucking mess," Q remarks as he brushes his thumb along my lips. "But you look so damn sexy like this; I think I’m going to keep you that way."

"Can you please untie the restraints around my ankles—and maybe my wrists?" I ask, choosing to ignore his comment about the evidence of his cum drying on my skin.

"I’ll free your ankles, and I’ll move your hands to the front, but I’m not letting you go," he replies.

In an instant, I’m pulled into a sitting position as one of them works on the ropes binding my ankles while another loosens the ties around my wrists. I hadn’t realized anyone else was here, and suddenly I find myself wishing it were just me and Q. My mind is spiraling, and my grasp on reality is slipping as I'm finding myself bonding with my captor. Once the ropes are finally gone, I feel their collective presence surrounding me, their body heat enveloping me like a heavy blanket.

"Get up and get on your fucking knees, Noelle," Q commands, clearly asserting his authority.

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