She is trembling before me, aftershocks of sorts. Her ass is adorned with goosebumps, an exciting texture upon her soft smooth flesh, a true sign of her stimulation. I stare down into paradise. The folds of her bloom glisten in the sweet nectar of her orgasm, with each tremor causing a contraction that only sweetens the view.
Her breathing is heavy even as the tremors begin to slow, her draw-in of the cool evening air is still pleasantly labored. I have her captivated. The blindfold keeps the darkness caressing her vision. I can only dream of what she sees, perhaps her imagination fills her field of view, or perhaps she only sees the pleasure of lightning, sparks, and stars as the intensity ebbs and flows. I have been silent, I have only growled and grunted a few times. Those sounds came when I was out of control, my own pleasure too great to be cognizant of my voice. The silence keeps her to herself, fully immersed in her own pleasure. Her own voice is still strong, her cries during the throws of climax proved that. However, the ball gag keeps her from speaking anything intelligible. Her moans and muffled cries into the mattress left a wet spot almost equal in size to the drool of her want just below that incredible ass, drizzling the pillow beneath her hips and onto the cheap hotel mattress. She lies on the wet spots face down, unable to move. The restraints are taught and make her motionless with the exception of her convulsive tremors.
She cannot tease me, she cannot look at me with those eyes that bring me to ruin, she cannot say what she wants, she cannot tell me to stop. I can tell by the way she is trying to push her hips up off the pillow that she doesn't wish for me to cease my dominance. I stare down at her amazing ass. I marvel at the perfection of the curves of her horizons. I stare into the coordinated convulsions of her pussy and asshole. How such dirty words can be so beautiful in real life! My own dirty word throbs just above, obscuring my view, waving as I shift on my knees to get a better view. My want streams from the tip of my cock and falls onto her ass. She shivers as the strand connects us, glistening in the weak lighting of the room.
I cannot help myself, my hand comes down onto her perfect ass cheek. The crack of the strike echoes off the thin walls. I am sure that the impact of my hand could be heard in the hallway. I feel her tense, then let go along with a sustained wail of half pain and the subsequent release of delight that the stinging brings. Waves propagate through her ass, her cum streams down and adds to the puddle on the shabby floral bed covering. I leave my open hand resting on the soft flesh of her ass for a long moment, feeling her warm skin grow hotter in response to my spanking. I watch her anus clench, release, clench, and release. Beautiful.
I wait for her to calm down. I watch and wonder if she can tell when I am about to strike. I feint another lick and watch the muscles of her back articulate in tension. She must have felt the rickety bed move when I raised my hand back quickly. I cease all motion and breathe shallowly. I watch her body relax. My cue to strike swiftly before she can prepare. This time her cries of pain and delight are mixed with surprise. I squeeze her ass cheek with my grip, pulling her open and shaking free more of her cum that oozes in clear with frothy bubbles from the pulsing pleasure of her contractions. Her asshole calls me.
I clumsily crawl backward off of the bed, leaving a trail of my precum down her leg as I pull away. I watch her bounce with the shifting of my weight, the tension of the restraints violently stopping her bound, pulling on her wrists and ankles. I do not attempt to lessen the force of my movement, she will know something is coming. She has no idea what I have in store for her tight, beautiful ass.
I make a big production of my preparation. I want her to hear everything, I know she won't be able to figure it out. I know she will be left to imagine all the possibilities. I hope to create tension and pleasant anxiety in anticipating the unknown. I want her unrestrained hearing to tease her imagination. I let the plastic lid to the ice bucket slam and gyrate loudly on the desk next to the dusty unused coffee maker. My hand digs through the frozen slurry of ice and water. I let the glass clank against the inside of the bucket. It sounds heavy and solid, yet tings only the way glass can.
She does not know that I put her hand-blown glass anal plug into the ice bucket while she was showering earlier in the evening. She does not even know that I found it in her box of toys. It is a beautiful creation. Custom-sized to her ass. Filling. A work of art made by a craftsman... with a very dirty mind. My fingertips become numb as I clutch it carefully, dripping ice water from the desk to the bed. I step on one of the drops on the carpet with my bare foot... it is sufficiently cold, causing me to shiver involuntarily. It is a good thing she is blindfolded, otherwise, she would see my evil smirk and know my intentions. My other hand holds a tube of lube that was also in the ice bucket. I do not plan to offer a reprieve from the sensory play.
Climbing back onto the bed, I let her bounce again, listening to the hotel mattress shake away her breath. I grin to myself at the idea that she is about to lose even more breath. Again, my devilish smile makes my cheeks hurt. I push my smile down, and let my cock rest between her ass cheeks. She moans softly, pleasantly, at the skin-to-skin contact. I imagine she is thinking that we are done.
We are not.
I hold the condensing, wet, frozen plug over her back, allowing ice water drops to fall slowly into the valley formed by her spine. She immediately jerks against her restraints, a scream of shock muffled by the ball gag, I hear her labored breathing coming through and around the gag in heaves as the water runs along the curve of the muscles of her back and down to her hips. She pulls hard against the cuffs on her wrists. It will do her no good, she is secured tight.
She is the one who suggested that we play with ice. I told her not to kid with me, lest I do it sometime. Now is that sometime. I gently press the plug against her bare, gorgeous vulva. She tries to writhe away, so I press firmer so that there is no escape. I mix the condensation on the plug with her own cum, dragging the cold glass up her slit and across her asshole. She clenches so hard that her cheeks prevent me from moving the plug further. This will not do.
With the most forceful spanking yet, my free hand stings across her ass cheek and pulls her open. Her cries are staccato, with whimpers filling in between. I rest the plug on her anus, and let go of her ass cheek. My newly free hand finds the ice-cold lube and flips the top open with a tell-tale click-clack. The lube is thick and viscous after being brought to such a cold temperature. It takes a little work to push out a glob of the clear fluid, it comes out in a glop that lands between her ass cheeks. Immediately she clenches her cheeks together. I start to wonder if I can even make this work.
Only one way to find out.
I open her cheeks with one hand and roll the plug through the cold globbed gel of lube with the other. I say nothing. I just press the icy glass against her asshole. For a long moment, nothing happens but her muffled, exasperated cries into the mattress. I consider warming the plug some against her skin, but I really want this to work. Then suddenly she gasps in a lungful of air, and her ass relaxes just long enough for the end of the plug to push in ever so slightly. I do not relent in my pressure. Slowly, with every breath, the plug starts to disappear into her ass. The speed of her acceptance accelerates tremendously as the widest point of the oblong, cold glass disappears. She shivers uncontrolled and the plug seats with a satisfying sound of excess lube and grool pushing out of her ass.
