A Touch Of Frost Pt 02

Iris West yawned at the front door of her house, yawned so hard that she had to let it run its course before she fit the key into the lock and let herself in. It had been a long day of keeping up with Barry and she didn't have the Speed Force to make it any easier. What's worse, Killer Frost was on the team now, despite the name.

Usually, there'd be strength in numbers, but in this case, having Frost around meant that Iris had to watch her 'friends' as well as her enemies. Barry and the others seemed to believe Frost had changed, that she wanted to be like Caitlin, but Iris knew the truth. They were polar opposites. Everyone was two halves, the shadow and the light—Caitlin couldn't very well be two lights. Her other half would prove to be the shadow... Iris had to be on guard for when that happened.

With the front door unlocked, Iris stepped inside, only for the lights to snap on. She paused, wondering if Barry had installed some kind of smart-home device to welcome her—it was the kind of maddening, thoughtful thing he would do—but then she saw Killer Frost was sitting by the light switch, obviously waiting for Iris.

Iris's hand flew to her watch, the secret button on it that would instantly summon Barry, but Frost spoke first. "Don't get your panties all in a bunch. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."

Iris was so used to Frost speaking in a sultry, dangerous purr—like she was toying with whoever she conversed with merely by deigning to do anything besides kill them—that hearing her speak relatively plaintively brought her up short. She froze, her finger on the button, and stared at Frost to see if the pale woman would take any aggressive action. Frost only sat there, her hand outstretched beseechingly, seeming to will Iris to listen to her.

Iris kept her hand on her watch, ready to summon Barry at a moment's notice. She didn't know why she hadn't signaled for him already. Anything Frost could say to her, she could certainly say to Barry. She could only blame her residual trust in Caitlin—anyone who looked so much like her received the same benefit of the doubt that Caitlin had actually earned.

"What do you want to talk about?" Iris demanded, trying only very slightly to hold back her rancor. "How you broke into my home? Waited to get me alone for God knows what?"

"So we could speak privately," Frost said, rising so slowly it had to be nonthreatening. "Are you going to come in and listen to what I have to say?"

"If you tell me why you couldn't say it to me at STAR Labs."

Frost looked chagrinned. Iris was used to that expression on Caitlin's face, but it looked wrong when coupled with Frost's pale skin and white hair, the eyes that were used to only expressing coy superiority. "It's sensitive. And it has to do with Caity. She only wants you to know about it."

Iris scowled. Frost had to know that would get to her.

Damn her. And damn Barry for making me give her a chance. Sometimes it really sucks being a good guy.

She stepped through the door, closing it behind her—finally taking her hand off the signal watch to do so. "You get one chance from me, Frost. This had better be good."

"It is," Frost assured her, sitting back down. She gestured to the television. From her perch on the couch, it was right across from her. "Sit. I've already cued up the show."

Iris walked to the couch, but didn't seat herself. "You broke into my house to show me home movies?"

Killer Frost answered a question with a question. "Haven't you ever wondered why Caity changed her mind about me? She used to think I was some kind of demon; now we're gal pals. It's enough to make you jealous, isn't it?"

I am not jealous.

Iris was suspicious. She was a journalist; that was her

job.

Caitlin had gone from fearing Killer Frost to being her best friend seemingly overnight. More than just enthusiastically pushing for Frost to be part of Team Flash, she seemed... preoccupied with Frost. Filled with a restless energy that wouldn't let her sit down unless she was totally exhausted. In idle moments, she stared at Frost with almost a fawning vanity—since it was, after all, her own body she was staring at... after a fashion. It was almost like she'd been brain-washed, but even absent Frost, Caitlin seemed looser, more open, more relaxed. Like there was a weight off her shoulders. Iris found it so easy being happy for her friend's contentment that she couldn't pick too hard at how Caitlin apparently owed it to Killer Frost in some way.

"Play it," Iris said simply. "Then you're leaving."

Frost made things even simpler. With a smug smirk—as though Iris had played right into her hands—she raised the remote, turned the TV on, and started it playing.

The screen showed the view of a camera, moving through the hallways of an apartment Iris eventually recognized as Caitlin's. It went into the bedroom. Caitlin sat at the vanity, wearing black panties and a black bra—the kind of plain, unadorned underwear that did nothing more than show off Caitlin's body, and that was all it had to do. Caitlin had creamy white skin, a hint of a tan like a marshmallow browning over a campfire: Iris dragged her to salons, but her work never left her much time to tend to her body. It worked for her, though. She had an unvarnished beauty, simple, plainspoken, like the woman herself.

When she saw the camera pointed at her, her face twitched expressively. Her eyes flicked downward, reminding her of how unclothed she was—and showing gratification at being seen that way. "Frost. Hey."

"'Hey'," Frost repeated from behind the camera, her lilting purr gently mocking. "As if you didn't know I'd catch you like this." Frost's white hand reached out, sweeping one of Caitlin's shoulder straps down her arm. "Does my little Caity dress this way for everyone?"

"Do you like it?" Caitlin retorted, eyes sparkling.

"Of course not," Frost said. Caitlin's face fell and Iris felt a surge of anger on her behalf.

If this bitch does one more thing to hurt Caitlin...

"I don't like you wearing anything. My Caitlin should show off her beautiful body everywhere she goes."

Caitlin flushed as Frost's hand moved again, working away her other shoulder strap. "The Central City police might have something to say about that."

"Would they? I thought pets were allowed to go around naked... I got you something."

"I'm guessing it's not clothes," Caitlin quipped.

"Why give a person something they don't need?" Frost asked, before her hand jutted back into frame, holding a bouquet of flowers. Gorgeous white petals framed a gemlike yellow boss. Caitlin's face lit up as she saw them.

"Frost... they're beautiful!"

"Black hellebore. The Christmas rose. They bloom in winter," Frost said. "Who says you got all the brains in the family?"

Caitlin buried her face in the flower to smell them. She moaned in pleasure. "I love them."

"I know you do, Caity. I love them too. And you know how much we have in common."

Caitlin looked at the camera suddenly—Iris felt shame wash over her, as if Caitlin were aware of her eavesdropping on this private moment, despite the fact that Frost was showing it to her. "Are you recording this?"

"Uh-huh. It's a special occasion. You know I love you, Caity."

"Of course," Caitlin said, smelling the flowers as she looked lovingly past the screen to Frost's face. Sitting beside her on the couch, Iris heard Frost sigh, a distorted reflection of fondness.

Frost's hand reached out and ran through Caitlin's curly brown hair, as though savoring how different it was from Frost's own pallor. "But I don't just love you. I own you. So we're going to record a little demonstration. First, of how much I love you. Then, of how much I own you."

Caitlin's nostrils flared haplessly, no doubt carrying the sweet smell of the black hellebores into her brain once more. "So that's what the flowers are for?"

"No. The flowers are because my pretty thing gets pretty things. Come here, Caity. Let's practice a little self-love."

Frost set the camera down on the vanity so that it looked out at the bedroom as the mirror's reflection once had. From the new vantage point, Iris watched Frost—wearing the same scintillatingly scanty outfit she flaunted herself in around the lab—draw Caitlin to her feet and embrace her. Iris could see Caitlin swooning, almost hear her coo with affection as she took Frost in her arms and Caitlin took her.

Their bodies merged, identically curved, identically tall, only their scant clothing seeming to keep them from melding back together. Caitlin ran her hands, with trembling touches, over Frost's alabaster back. Frost brushed her face against Caitlin's, not kissing her, but making Caitlin want her to. She sniffed at Caitlin's hair, ran her lips along Caitlin's ear.

"You smell so good, baby. Like a fucking dream. How is it you're the real one and I'm just the dirty bits?"

"I'm... wearing a new perfume..." Caitlin muttered slowly, shifting her weight from side to side, her body twitching with obvious need.

She's enjoying this,

Iris thought. She herself couldn't imagine Frost touching her without thinking of the time a boy had thrown a garter snake at her in the second grade and she'd caught it.

Frost buried her face in the crook of Caitlin's neck, breathing her in while her voice slunk out from her like folds of silk. "That's not what I'm talking about, Caity. I'm talking about how you come all over yourself when I eat you out. It smells like heaven. God, even if I didn't love you, I'd make you squirt just so I could wear that cum all over my face—licking my lips and sucking my tongue for hours. Makes me want to sleep with my head on your cunt, just so I can dream about licking you some more, but I get so exhausted fucking you in the ass that I just collapse. Can't even find the energy to pull my strap out of you. And even in your sleep, you keep fucking yourself on my cock like a good little slave. I must really love you, Caity, because otherwise, I'd never let you lick your own cum off my prick. I'd suck it down myself. Oh, God, I hope you're ready to come for me, Caity. I need your cream so bad."

They kissed, Caitlin submitting almost before Frost could aggress, and even after how Caitlin had simpered over Frost's verbal chronicle of her lust for the other woman, it took Iris by surprise how thoroughly their lips came together, nothing rejected, nothing passed up, an endless hunger in both of them that was fed infinitely by each other. And yet growing as well, becoming something so much more, something that Caitlin at last couldn't take. She pulled away from Frost, her lips blue, her exhale white vapor once she had sucked in air.

Frost showed no disappointment that Caitlin had put a stop to their kiss. Working Caitlin like a child playing with a doll—and the doctor offering no resistance, indeed seeming to enjoy being Frost's plaything—Frost turned Caitlin toward the camera, then pressed her down onto her knees.

Caitlin was deliberately averting her eyes from the camera as Frost produced a collar and locked it around her neck. The supple leather shone as it wrapped around Caitlin's throat, embracing her flesh with a sharp closeness. Frost checked its tightness, pushing a finger between the collar and leather, then taking it away. As she did, the motion jostled the tag in the front of the collar. It glinted in the light. Iris read

Property of Killer Frost.

Caitlin looked at the camera as if just noticing it and a wave of emotions passed over her face. There was a note of shame, but also gratification at being found out. She smiled happily and reached up to run a finger along the crisp leather, symbol of Killer Frost's dominance over her—ecstasy flickering across her features as she straightened the collar proudly around her neck.

"It's true, Iris. I know this is hard to understand, but I want this. And I am Killer Frost's property. One hundred percent. I don't want to just... tell you this. I want to prove it."

"Get on the bed, Caity," Frost said. "This is going to be real self-explanatory..."

Caitlin got up, shedding her undergarments as she walked off-screen. The sound of cloth rustling continued with no one in frame.

In the real world, Frost looked over at Iris. She was a little surprised to find Iris still looking at the screen, not able to stop watching for a hint as to what would happen next. She had expected Iris to turn off the video or storm out of the room, but Iris was locked to the screen. Unable to look away.

The camera moved. Frost had picked it up and after some blurry motion she set it down on the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. Caitlin was lying down on her back, naked now, the camera looking between her legs and into her wet sex. Frost knelt onto the mattress, shuffling over Caitlin to plant her knees on either side of Caitlin's head. She faced the camera, her sultry smirk showing exactly how much she appreciated being in this position. Caitlin moaned with need, looking at Frost's pussy, and Frost's grin widened. She appreciated that too.

Iris watched as Frost's creamy thighs pressed in on Caitlin's cheeks, as Frost lowered her pussy to Caitlin's face. The white hairs of her sex tickled Caitlin's nostrils and Iris could only imagine how Frost smelled—that sweet, savory perfume Frost had spoken of. Caitlin's nostrils were flaring... if Caitlin smelled so perfect, it stood to reason Frost smelled the same. Ripe? Aromatic? Rich with sex? Frost brushed her labia against Caitlin's lips and Caitlin returned the kiss Frost had begun.

Frost's hips rolled in undulating response to the kiss, exposing all of her pussy to Caitlin so her double could kiss all of it. Caitlin opened her mouth wide to accept the offer and once more, the two were merging, melding, recreating the state of oneness they'd once had, but so much more pleasurable now.

Caitlin's tongue was engulfed by Frost's quivering pussy lips. Iris could see Caitlin's own sex simmering and steaming between her rubbing thighs as she sought to mollify herself while pleasing Frost, who moaned, sighed, writhed. Iris saw her juices tingling on Caitlin's lapping tongue. She could only imagine how it tasted, but it looked as if Caitlin couldn't get enough. Her juices were glossy inside her, Iris watched them spilling out of her womanhood, but Caitlin didn't touch herself—preferring to grip Frost's succulent ass as she kept her mouth filled with the taste and aroma of sex.

"Oh, Caity, you sweet bitch—" Frost moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Oh, the things you're doing to me... but you smell too damn good, baby. Too damn good not for me to have a taste..."

Frost leaned forward, preening before the camera as if her breasts needed any more emphasis than they already had. The move pressed her sex more tightly against Caitlin's mouth; Iris saw Frost's eyes light up as Caitlin was able to slurp and suck at her even more. Her stiff-nippled breasts touched Caitlin's taut belly, then her palms slid against the insides of Caitlin's thighs, parting them. Her pink cunt was opened for her lover, her owner, and Iris wondered how Frost's breath felt on Caitlin's delicate labia. Was it warm and moist, or cool as mint? She squeezed her thighs together. She wanted to know so badly...

Frost lowered her head and pressed her puckered blue lips to Caitlin's sex, returning the favor Caitlin was doing to her. The folds of Caitlin's pussy opened, as if even Caitlin's body knew Frost was her master, and Frost breathed in Caitlin's scent. Her eyes rolled dreamily as the smell rolled over her. She made it look exactly as delicious as she had said it was.

Frost ran her tongue over Caitlin's slit and Caitlin's thighs clenched with all the toned muscles at her disposal. Then her legs kissed as Frost's tongue went deeper. Frost nuzzled into her sweetly tufted pubic hair, blew frigid air across Caitlin's pussy lips, and they glowed under her ministrations. Caitlin writhed as the tip of Frost's tongue traced her opening, dragging liquid arousal out into the open to dangle from her tongue. Frost let a little of Caitlin's juices drip off her tongue in front of the camera, then popped her tongue back inside her mouth and audibly moaned as she swallowed them.

Her tongue returned to the folds of Caitlin's pussy, leaving it glowing warmly under the sheen of saliva Frost had anointed it with. Frozen dew clung to Caitlin's bush like some chillingly perfect fall morning, catching the light as Caitlin's labia moved aside to allow Frost's tongue inside of her. It coaxed fresh cream from inside of Caitlin, flowing out of her to steam on the bedspread. Iris could only imagine the difference in temperature between Frost's chilled tongue and a pussy that had to be absolutely on fire.

"Oh God,

mistress!"

Caitlin moaned, her toes flexing and curling as she absorbed the pleasure Frost was giving her. "Yes, oh, yes, this is why you own me! This is why I'm your bitch! You know exactly how to—Jesus! Yes,

yes!"

Frost glided her tongue up and down Caitlin's opening with more and more wicked amusement as Caitlin's words degenerated into ecstatic cries of pleasure. "That's right, Caity. I know exactly how to fuck you: like a whore. Because you're a whore for my tongue in your snatch and my cock in your asshole and don't you ever forget it! I'm gonna make sure you know I'm your mistress if I have to fuck you every night!"

Grinning at the camera, as if sharing Caitlin's debauched submission with Iris, Frost suddenly struck Caitlin on her bare ass. Iris felt a tremor run through her own untouched pussy as she saw Caitlin's pale flesh jiggle with the slap, then flush red in vivid contrast to Frost's milk-white skin.

"Don't forget to lick my pussy, baby. Don't forget to show your mistress how grateful you are for making you her bitch. I know it feels good when I eat your cunt, but Iris is watching, and she needs to see what a good slut you are for me. Give me your fucking tongue!"

"Yes, mistress, yes..."

Frost drew herself back up onto her knees, leaving the view clear of her sex poised over Caitlin's shining, pussy-drenched face. Iris watched as Caitlin used her hands to pry open Frost's labia lips, then penetrate Frost with a deep thrust of her tongue. Frost laughed triumphantly as she was fully entered by Caitlin's limber tongue.

"Oh fuck, ye—nnn—yes—shit..." Frost's eyes were rolling with frenzied pleasure and for a moment it was unclear who was the master and who was the servant. Frost appeared absolutely spellbound by the influx of bliss Caitlin had given her. "Mmmmmm! This is why every girl should have Caitlin Snow for a sex slave. But there's only one of her... she's all mine. And I use all of her. How can I be content with her tongue... her sweet little tongue all the way in my fucking hole... when her pussy tastes so good too?"

Frost stayed dominantly erect over Caitlin for a moment longer, writhing with lust, her hips trembling over Caitlin's face. Then she fell back down to their sixty-nine, eying the camera as she lovingly tasted the nectar of Caitlin's orgiastic bliss.

"Yum. Tastes like you're enjoying yourself, Caity. But I'm sure Iris gets the idea. Let's wrap this up. I'm not sure we have enough tape for me to fuck you all night..." Frost grinned, her lips smeared with Caitlin's juices. "Again."

With one last lick, she took her tongue from Caitlin's opening, bringing it to the top of Caitlin's labia and her buzzingly erect clit—a delicate, delicious pink jewel that made Iris tense just to see it. Her own had never been that big, that thrillingly fleshy. Was it just that Caitlin had been blessed with an oversized clitoris or had Frost excited her so much that her pearl had engorged itself to try to fit some of her arousal?