There he was, lying naked on his back, on their bed. His wrists bound with silk scarves tethering him securely to the headboard. Completely exposed and helpless in the spot she had left him. His eyes focused on the blades of their bedroom fan which whirled above him. The fan circulates the cool air across his lean, strong, muscular frame. His thoughts returning once more to the most important issue, "Where the fuck was she?"
He once more tugged on the scarves. They were loose enough to avoid cutting into his skin and tight enough to restrict his movement. He closed his eyes, blocking out the semi-darkness of the room, as he tried to calm himself. And he once more focused his thoughts on the requests she had made of him.
He got himself into this situation because he had decided to grant her fantasy. The one she whispered to him. The one she had been itching to play out with him since they had first become intimate.
This situation was something she was not accustomed. She was more often the one obeying and bending to his will.
The experience was new to him also. Although he realized and admitted to himself there was something frustrating about being the helpless one. There was also something erotic to the prospect of going along with whatever she was planning. His cock twitched with the realization that he was going to be pleasured by her will.
He once more strains his eyes peering into the candlelit darkness. His ears pick up the sounds of a soft rustling, an indication of someone approaching. His eyes twinkle with pride as she comes into his line of sight. His lips curl into a delightful smile at seeing her outline in the shadows cast by the candle lit hallway.
His eyes darken in desire as his gaze quickly appreciates her figure. The groan rumbles in the depth of his throat at the sight of her sexual form.
Her feminine curves clad in a light blue silky lacy nightie. The fabric clings enticingly in all the right spots to her curvaceous form.
She enters the room.
All he is able to do is lick his lips as he sees the sway of her hips and slight bounce of her tits as she comes closer. His instinct is to take her, to bend her over, to ravish her, to make her scream as he rides her, making her gush all over his cock and balls. With that particular intense desire burning through his thoughts, he tugs on the scarves hoping to break free. He grunts in frustration and he tries again.
She giggles as she watches him tug and pull, "Kinda stuck, aren't ya?" She giggles again.
"This was your plan?", he asks, "Wasn't it?".
Her answer is a slight nod of her head as she approaches and leaves a bowl upon the night table.
His gaze then falls to the bowl. He twists in his bindings attempting to see the contents. He lifts his left eyebrow as he notices the ceramic bowl is filled with ice cubes. "What the hell does she have planned?", he wonders.
"No worries my love. It won't hurt too much."
He skeptically rolls his eyes.
She sits down on the edge of the bed and grins at him. Reaching towards the bowl, "Besides..." she continues, picking up one cube, holding it between her fingers, and then rotating the cold cube between them, "This is my fantasy and I'm the one in charge."
She moves to stand beside the bed. Her fingers close over the cube, hand extending over his body. She holds the cube within her palm and watches as the cold droplets drip from her hand and splash along his chest.
He gasps as the contact of the cold water droplets pierce into his skin and tantalizingly roll off his chest and down along his left side. He writhes.
"And you might enjoy it. So hush." she says playfully. To reassure him of that promise she leans over and traces the tip of her tongue along his lips.
He raises his head to try and capture her lips with his own. The hungry he has for her growing. He tries to invade her mouth with his tongue wanting to tangle it with hers. He grunts in frustration as she pulls back before he got his tongue past her lips.
Her light blue eyes twinkling as she looks at him and waggles her finger at him, "Nuh uh uh! You don't get to do anything you want to do. You do what I say, that is what we agreed on, remember?"
His frustrated growl expresses that he does remember and he is regretting the promise.
Squeezing the cube in the palm of her hand she transforms what is left of the ice cube to water. He watches as the last of the water snakes through her fingers and drips onto his warm skin Her hand now free she rests it at the juncture of his inner left thigh. He groans as she begins to circle his skin with her wet ice-cold fingers.
He gasps and struggles as her cool hand caresses him.
"And you don't move either unless I tell you too!" she commands.
The tone of her voice one that he has never heard before causes his cock to harden instantly.
Through her giggle she says, "Okay, let's have some fun."
He watches as she scoops up a few of the cubes and pops them into her mouth.
She clambers up onto the bed. She adjusts to position herself between his legs, settling her ass close to his ankles. She tucks her legs under it. She runs her cold fingers very slowly up his calves to his knees, teasingly circling them. Her caresses seep the cold into his skin. She eventually moves past his knees, molding his thighs into her palms.
Her eyes pay attention to his facial reactions as she continues to manipulate his thighs to her whims.
His eyes close partially. His lips slightly part. His nostrils widening as his breathing quickens.
A quick glance down as his cock gives her a sense of gratification by its reaction.
The thick solid shaft twitches up off his groin just under his naval. Each twitch causes the weight of his cock to get a little higher off his skin. His last twitch gets the delightful cock almost straight out from his body.
Realizing now she has his full co-operation, she places her hands on the bed next to his hips and leans over him. Her hair falls around her shoulders hiding the evil wicked grin from him that has formed upon her lips.
She flicks her icy tongue across the crown of his cock and she traces it up to the slit. The icy lick collecting the pre-cum that has formed.
