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You start with a kiss on my forehead, just above the blindfold. You move your lips to my left cheek and then to my ear lobe. I feel a tug and a moan escapes me in response. Kisses trail down the side of my neck, across the front and then up the right side of my neck. My breathing intensifies and I feel a cold trickle run down the side of my abdomen. I instinctively raise my head to look, forgetting the blindfold in my way. I freeze the muscles below my lungs, hoping the ice cube doesn't follow.
"Moving a bit already? You're alright, the ice cube is still there. It's just melting a little, but don't worry, we have plenty more to go through." Oh no, I think, he didn't actually state an end time or point to this game. Are we going until all the ice cubes are melted? Why did I fill the glass so full?
I'm pulled out of my head by a sudden tug on a nipple. I flinch but thankfully don't feel the ice cube move. "Oh very good, I thought I'd get you there." And then another tug on the other nipple. You start alternating back and forth, left, right, left, right. More moans come from me and my stomach twitches with each tug. I start to wiggle my toes to get rid of the frustration of having to remain still. Each tug sends a stream of energy straight down my body to where that vibrator hid last night. My nipples the easiest turn on for me, which normally I love, but this morning might be the end of me. A few seconds pass and I realize I haven't felt a tug. Finally, I mentally sigh. In the absence of the stress on my nipples, I notice another, bigger cold stream of liquid going down my side. Your hands brush my stomach around my belly button and what's left of the cold cube is removed. Another quickly takes its place.
"Time for the second," you say. "Are you getting hungry? I'd love to enjoy some of this fruit you prepared." I know you well enough to know that question was rhetorical and don't respond. I lie in anticipation. Are you pausing? Are we done for now? And then I feel something not quite as cold as the ice cube set on my left breast to the side of my nipple. And then another beside it, and another, and soon enough I feel a cool circle of something wet encircling my nipple. You repeat the same on the other and I realize you must have laid out my thin strawberry slices.
I feel your lips on my right breast covering one of the slices. You bring your lips together, scooping up the slice and brushing my skin in the process. "Mmmmm," I let out, enjoying the sensation. You eat two more and on the fourth I feel teeth enshrouding the slice and a nip at my skin once the slice is in your mouth. "Oh!" I accidentally cry out in response. Something cold shifts further down me, I feel the ice cube move slightly and again lift my head as if expecting to see something this time.
You give a little chuckle through your chewing of that strawberry slice. "Still there, hun, you're doing good." I let out a small sigh, grateful I haven't lost the ice cube yet. You continue your circle around my right breast, with more occasional nibbles. After the last slice on that side is gone, you draw my nipple into your mouth. Something passes along the tip, and I recognize your tongue licking at it. "Ah! Mm. mmmm. mm." Fuck, I need you to keep doing that. But I feel a tremble going down my body, and I do my best to stop the response before it reaches my belly button. I feel your mouth crack into a smile around my bud, and you know you're pressing my sensitive button, literally. "Please, more" I accidentally voice out loud. "No talking," you respond, mouth still around me. You keep going and I work on controlling my response trying not to give in. I keep my quick breaths in my throat, not wanting my diaphragm to get too involved. Your mouth finally relents. Until you get to my left side and repeat.
The internal line from the buds of my chest to the bud down below is ignited. I can't help but start to wiggle my legs as the circle of ravishment continues around my left breast. A cold stream again trickles down my side causing me to freeze. "Oh," you say, "guess you're melting that one already. Time for number three." And you remove the almost melted ice cube and replace it with a fresh one. Somehow that line inside me burns brighter, my internal warmth turned on by the contrasting freezing on the outside. I need you to follow that line, activate all of me here and let me move! But you finish off the last few strawberry slices and bring your lips up to mine, kissing me softly and opening your mouth slightly letting your tongue enter mine, allowing me to taste the sweetness that's left.
While your lips stay fixed on mine, a sudden pinch comes from your hands on my nipples. I moan into your mouth and almost jump. I think I've held my abdomen firm. Your lips leave mine, but when you don't say anything I start to worry. No, I definitely still feel a cold mass on my belly button, there's no way it moved. Your lips return to mine without a word and I know I must be good to go. "Oh!" You do it again, my nipples pinched even harder. Are you trying to make me lose it? Well, of course, but still! I brace myself for another pinch. You must be able to sense that because there is much more time before this third round lands. But this time you don't let go. Your fingertips hold on, pulling and twisting and rolling. My back involuntarily arches in response, I feel a slight cold movement at my navel and instantly go back down trying to ignore the wonderful sensations your creating. But you don't let up, and I again start arching up, but catch myself sooner at just the slightest movement of the ice. My breathing now uncontrollably audible, in and out, in and out, my shoulders moving in time, again trying to keep my lower body separate. Your right hand lets go, but your left continues its torment.
My breathing starts to calm, and I'm getting adjusted to this constant pleasure on such a small part of me. But then you do the unexpected. My mind is so wrapped up in what's happening at my chest, I don't imagine you would go anywhere else, but then my hips buck up as a couple fingers from your free hand slip between my lower lips and rub around either side of my clit. "Oh my god!" I exclaim completely forgetting the no talking part. My eyes roll back and my hips buck, That invisible line from my chest finally meets an end as your fingers start brushing directly over it, circling it, pinching it. My hips continue gong up and down as I try to take it all in, getting as close as I can to the satisfaction I was missing last night. But then both your hands are removed. I stop moving and hear "Tsk, tsk tsk." from your lips. And then I realize I'm missing something, That cold that used to be on my front, is now on the mattress almost under my back. The blindfold is quickly removed and I blink back against the sudden light. "Do you notice anything?" you ask me. Even though I don't need to, I glance down at my navel and note the lack of an ice cube. "Guess you don't get to come yet after all."
"Please, Sir! That was unfair, I didn't mean to. Your touch makes me so sensitive, please," I plead, but in the back of my mind I know it's in vain. If you gave into pleading, last night wouldn't have lasted as long as it did.
"You knew the rules, and I don't make exceptions. Looks like you'll get to spend the whole day waiting. And luckily we get to work side by side today."
You start prepping my usual teasing implements - a medium sized butt plug and two kegel balls. "Wear these all morning, and just think of the fun I'll have with you at lunch. But remember, you're not cumming until tonight, or longer if you do any other misbehaving before then."
The snow continues to fall outside the bedroom window and part of me wishes we could have gone into work and avoided all this.
