Page 21 of Absolution
I want to hang my head in shame, but the cord securing my gag to the hook forces me to hold it high. My back arches at the warring pressures of the hook pressing deep and my collar tugging tight, putting my dripping pussy on lewd display as my hips sway. My master has me leashed, body and soul.
I’ve been so consumed by my predicament that I didn’t notice the crop that he holds like a casual extension of his hand. The supple leather tongue snaps against my ass, a quick, sharp bite that commands my attention.
“Keep your focus on me, pet,” he chides. “I know it’s difficult, but you want to please me, don’t you? I know,” he says in soothing reply to my pitiful whimper. “You’re my good girl now. We’re just getting started.”
He chuckles in response to my wide-eyed shock, and he snaps the crop against my other ass cheek.
“That’s it. Eyes on me.”
He becomes the center of my universe, and I’m only dimly aware of our surroundings as the world falls away. He’s all that exists: his powerful body looming over me, his elegant hand gripping the rope, his glinting emerald eyes.
My core contracts around the vibrating egg, riding the painful edge of the orgasm that he denies me. I sink into the sweet pain, allowing it to purify me until I don’t have any thoughts left in my mind. There’s onlyhim. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists.
I watch him intently as he pours himself a splash of his favorite whisky into a crystal glass. Then he opens the freezer and finds a large ice sphere. He considers it for a moment, then finally blesses me with his full attention.
“I don’t usually take ice in my whisky,” he remarks, utterly cool and casual. “I’ll have to melt this down a bit. You can help me, my sweet pet.”
I try to nod in eager agreement. I’ll do anything to please him. But the minute movement of my head is restricted by the twine tied to my gag, and my small sign of assent morphs into a full-body shudder.
His low laugh caresses my soul like dark velvet as he drops to his knees beside me.
“This will hurt, but you’ll take it for me. You do suffer so beautifully.”
I cry out at the first icy kiss of the sphere against my lips. He rubs it over them where they’re forced apart around the gag. I never knew my lips could be so sensitive, and the sensation of the ice is almost cold enough to sear them.
Hot tears spill down my cheeks, and he captures them on the sphere, further melting it for his drink.
“I can’t wait to taste your tears,” he rumbles, licking at the salty wetness on the ice.
An ecstatic wave shudders through me at the pleasure he finds in my subjugation. His happiness is all that matters to me. Even in his torment, he’s wringing bliss from every throbbing inch of my most intimate areas. I will do anything to please him in return.
His cock is a hard, thick rod straining against his jeans, but he makes no move to free it. He’s enjoying himself, taking his sadistic time with me.
The ice touches just beneath my chin, then rolls down the column of my throat. My skin sparks everywhere it caresses my heated flesh. My mind begins to float, all lingering thoughts melting away with the ice as he rubs the sphere along the underside of my breasts.
A high-pitched whine echoes off the tiles, and I don’t recognize that I’m making the animal sound.
Cold sears my nipple, and I scream into the gag. Hot, wet arousal soaks my inner thighs as my core contracts madly around the vibrator. It stimulates the hook in my ass, and my inner muscles undulate around the intrusion.
He keeps me on the edge of a vicious orgasm as he deftly rolls the sphere around my nipples, stimulating and torturing my breasts.
When tears blur my vision, I blink hard to keep his perfect face in focus. The handsome lines of his features are drawn sharp with carnal hunger, and he studies my body with clinical precision. He rolls the sphere down my belly, pausing just above my clit.
I couldn’t shake my head in denial even if I wanted to. But all I want is to please him, and I’ll allow him to do anything he wants to me.
My scream resounds through the penthouse when the ice hits my sensitive bundle of nerves. The pain sears my consciousness, and my entire body goes rigid. As my muscles lock up tight, they squeeze around the vibrator and the hook, and my elusive orgasm finally rushes through me with the force of a riptide.
My lashes flutter, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head, but I resolutely keep my gaze locked on my dark god. His keen eyes are still fixed on my pussy, watching my body intently through my orgasm.
“Perfect,” he growls, his own lust riding him hard.
He swirls the remnants of the ice sphere through the desire that wets my thighs and teases the small ball through my aching labia.
“I’ll taste your delicious cunt with every sip.” He drops the ice into his whisky and takes a moment to inhale the perverted scent.
His eyes finally lock on mine, and he takes a slow draw of the amber alcohol.
A visceral aftershock of pleasure sizzles through me at the sight of his twisted pleasure in tasting me. He lowers the glass slowly, swirling it slightly so that the ice clinks against the crystal in a mocking song.
