Cold fingertips ran the length of my back, his fingers barely touching me. I wanted his fingers to touch me everywhere, but he just drew in the water left from the ice, teasing my skin with his touch. It felt so gentle and sensual, I felt like I could die of arousal.
He picked up the ice cube again, running it along my uninjured ribs. He held it at the top, in line with the middle of my shoulder blade, letting it melt down towards my breast. An icy drop of water danced across the soft flesh of my breast, tickling and teasing me. I could feel each drop, like an icy rivulet of pleasure as he let the ice melt and drip down under my arm and find their way to my breast. I wanted to wipe them off, but I didn't struggle against my bonds.
“Roll over” he whispered into my ear. His breath was still cool from the ice, making my ear tingle. Very carefully I rolled over, the bandage stretching easily to accommodate the movement. When I was firmly on my back, my hands still overhead, he bent over and kissed me. He probed my mouth with his tongue, and when I opened mine, he slipped an ice cube in. The ice was cold and melting, his tongue hot and ready, both invading my mouth.
I took both in, the hot and cold thrilling my senses. He left the ice in my mouth, and I heard him pick up a second cube. His lips grazed my collar bone, the ice held between them. The cold seeped through my skin as he dragged the ice along my collar bone, pausing to let the hollows of my throat fill with melting ice.
He picked up an ice cube, letting it slide from the hollow of my neck down to my navel. Cold water pooled in my belly button as he traced lazy circles around it. A second cube started large circles around my breast, slowly turning into smaller and smaller circles as they neared my nipple. The cold shocked through me as he pushed the ice directly onto my erect nipple, the skin pulled as tight as it could go.
The cold seared through me on tiny threads of frozen fire, feeding the flames growing within my core. His lips, still cold from ice, kissed my nipple softly, his tongue playing with the hardened flesh, his mouth slowly warming. As he released that breast from his mouth, he reached up with cold fingers and began to play with the other side. His fingers felt so cold at first, but the heated quickly.
The ice clinked softly as he reached for another cube. This one he started on my inner knee, dragging the icy surface along my inner thigh. I spread my legs wide, letting him have full access as he played with the ice along my legs. I knew the ice was going to touch me in my warmest places, and he let the tension build, let me wait for the cold to quench my fires.
A new cube traced the lines of my hip bones, slowly angling towards the opening between my legs. He slid it along my slit, the cold water seeping between my lips. I felt like steam should be pouring out, my internal fires raging and ready, my body hot against the ice. The ice melted quickly in his hand, and I felt him lean forward and kiss the top of my slit. I moaned softly as he spread open my pu**y lips, and began to taste me. I could hear the ice click against his teeth, his tongue cold then quickly warm on my most tender areas. He found my cl*t and began flicking his tongue quickly against it.
I could feel my temperature rising. It was as though I were a direct opposite to the ice, the colder it was, the hotter I became. My cl*t engorged, the new sensation of the cold too much to bear. Each flick of his tongue sent little frozen tendrils of pleasure into my core, wrapping around the inferno growing inside of me. I could feel the steam building inside of me, needing to be released. I exploded; my body releasing and tensing at the same time. Delicious waves of delight shook through me, my toes curling up and my fingers shaking with the pleasure coursing through me.
I felt him pick up an ice cube, running it along my inner thigh. My heightened nerves sang with the Arctic chill, and then he quickly slid it inside of me. It melted so quickly, the heat of my dripping folds liquifying the cube almost instantly. He slid a second in after the first, gliding it on the liquid. The cold felt so strange, alien and wonderful.
Mr. King positioned himself above me, his c**k hot at my entrance. His member felt like fire against the ice inside of me, and I spread my legs wider. He pushed gently at my entrance, feeling me resist at first but then absorb him. I could feel myself stretching around him as he slid in, an inch at a time.
He groaned as he slid in on the ice melt, my pu**y wet and dripping. He filled me, threatening to burst me at my seams as he slowly began rocking in and out. He held himself above me, careful to not disturb my body. I wondered what I felt like, with the ice cooling my normally hot interior. It must have felt amazing, because he began to speed up, his h*ps digging into mine with a pleasure that made me cry out. Any lingering ice was quickly melted by our friction, my body heating again like a furnace, desiring more wood. I wanted him in me, I needed him in me, I needed all of him.
I pulled against the elastic bandage, but it held solid, keeping my hands above my head as he plowed deeply into me. I arched my h*ps to meet him, crying out as my ribs began to ache. I wanted to cry; it hurt and felt so amazing at the same time. He had managed to mix my pain and pleasure again in ways I hadn't ever imagined possible. He pulled out and put my injured leg up on his shoulder.
“Doctor said to keep this elevated...” he chuckled as he guided his massive c**k back towards my entrance. He pushed himself deeper than I thought he could go, splitting me in two. I took a breath to cry out, and my ribs resisted. It hurt so terribly, but he began rocking in and out, penetrating my boundaries again and again. I could almost forget about the pain the pleasure was so great. He was so gentle, yet incredibly forceful; he made sure he was getting what he wanted, but at the same time trying to prevent me from pain he couldn't control.
I wanted to hold him close, dig my nails into his back and sides, but the bindings on my hands held fast. Each thrust was more intense. The blindfold heightened everything; I could smell his delicious masculine scent, taste his kisses still on my lips, hear his excited breathing and the gentle slapping of our bodies colliding. I reveled in it, letting my senses take control and forget the pain.
I rocked my h*ps to his tempo, feeling the friction inside of me removing every trace of ice. My spine felt like it could melt from desire, a burning cord down my back, only surviving by the memory of the ice. Every thrust consumed me, my body racked with pleasure and pain at the same time. He put his fingers on my clit, rubbing them in a small circle as he plowed into me. The extra stimulation distracted me further from the fire in my ribs, the agony of every breath. I wanted to scream with pleasure as he touched me, but breathing deeply hurt, so I could only moan. My body hummed with sensation, his c**k filling me, his fingers on my clit, the ache in my ribs. His pleasure combating my pain.