Standing with my back to a wall, hands encased in soft leather cuffs and raised above my head, attached to a hook above me.
You approach with a smile on your face and carrying a small lidded bucket.
“What’s in the bucket” I ask
“Something fun” you answer
A piece of ice is removed from the bucket and held against my lips.
You slowly glide the ice across my lips, then you kiss me. The combination of hot and cold is delicious.
The ice travels down my neck then across the tops of my breasts.
Droplets make their way between my breasts, your tongue laps them up.
I let out a moan and you laugh quietly.
My nipples are next to be treated to this cold treatment. You gently touch the ice to my hardening nipples. I let out a small gasp of pleasure.
You trace circles on one nipple, extending out across the areola. Then the other.
I am wriggling in absolute pleasure at the sensations.
You slap my ass gently but swiftly - “stay still woman”.
The ice cube travels further down, down my body.
Over my belly, my hips.
Down my legs to my ankle.
Your tongue is travelling the same path.
“You’re going to make me cum” I gasp
“Oh not yet” You growl gently in my ear
Suddenly I feel the ice cube at the entrance of my pussy.
“Oh oh, are you going to?” My voice shaky
“Absolutely“ you reply
You place a hand against my belly and then ever so slowly push the ice cube inside me.
I try to close my legs but you manage to keep them apart.
You push the ice cube even deeper, finger fucking me at the same time.
I groan and move against your fingers.
The feeling is exquisite.
I close my eyes and lean my head back, enjoying this moment entirely.
You remove your fingers and replace them with your lips. I lose all control.
Grinding against your face, making all sorts of noises of pleasure.
Begging you not to stop. I can feel your laugh against my pussy.
I cum hard against your tongue, the feeling of hot and cold an aphrodisiac making me beg for more.
And you oblige, over and over.