She hated me so much.
Her forehead was wet with sweat, her nipples hard and her cunt dripping. It was erotic, the way she was rocking her hips, trying to get me to touch her. My bedroom was hotter than I usually kept it, but she was burning for other reasons. She grit her teeth to keep from moaning. Her eyes were squeezed shut, probably so she wouldn't have to look at me. I liked it when she was submissive, but I liked her like this, too. Defiant, but at the same time, too horny to do anything but take what I give her. That humiliated her. It was quite a detrimental cycle...for her.
I had been doing a bit of sensation play, with feathers, a small leather flogger, and now, ice. I dipped the cool block between her breasts, over her nipples. She squealed and tried to get away, as they were painfully hard now. I let the water drip onto them before I took one in my mouth, warming it and teasing it with my tongue while the other one was left untouched and freezing. She tensed as I slowly trailed it down her abdomen. When I reached her mound, she tried to jerk away, her eyes wide with fear. Of course, being tied spread eagle to my bed, she didn't move much.
Even slower, I let it travel until it reached the top of her slit. I kept it there for a while, letting her fully realize how much trouble she was in.
"Please!" She thrashed. "No, don't!"
She was moving too much for me to work properly, so I had to take new cords and tie her down by her thighs. I didn't waste any time, and in my haste, I may have tied her a little too tightly. Either way, she was now effectively spread open, and there was nothing she could do but wait it out.
I dripped some of the water down the side of one of her lips, and she moaned with lust and despair. I licked it up before it could even touch the bed. I carefully moved the ice cube to her center, and lightly moved it up and down her slit. She gasped and struggled, simultaneously trying to thrust her hips forward for the contact and pull away from the cold. I pressed it on her clit until she was squealing and shouting for me to stop. As I did this, I pumped a finger into her, feeling how tight she was clenching down and how wet she really was. I smiled, an evil idea in my mind. Gingerly, I lined the ice cube into her hole. The anticipation, I learned, actually terrified her.
"No, please don't!" She cried. "Master, please!"
I shushed her.
"It's okay, Love. Calm down." I said soothingly.
I locked eyes with her, mine calm, hers horrified, as I slowly pushed the ice cube into her pussy.
She hated me so much.
Letting the ice cube slip and stay inside her hot, wet, hole, I circled her cold clit with my tongue. She was mewling the cutest little noises. I pleasured her like I knew she wanted me to the entire time we had been playing, only instead of my fingers, tongue, or cock filling her pussy, it was an ice cube. It wasn't too big, and it melted within a minute or two, though I'm sure it seemed like much longer time to her. When it was melted, I fucked her a bit more with my tongue, making sure to warm her up again. I didn't stop until she was moaning.
"See? I'm not that bad." I told her.
"Sir..." She trailed off.
I lightly brushed my mouth over her cunt, letting her feel my lips against hers.
