He left the bed for a moment, and I waited, my skin puckering from the cool air. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move, completely helpless. My mind went into that place, the feeling of complete and utter helplessness. I felt euphoric.
In the distance, I heard the clink of something and frowned, wondering what he was doing. Was he getting some more Anisovaya?
He returned and I felt him sit on the bed, the clink of something hard against glass. Then, an ice cube, cold and wet pressed against the skin of my neck. I gasped as he trailed the ice cube from the base of my throat below my collar, down between my breasts, circling each breast, giving me goose bumps. He held the ice against one nipple and then the other, each one tightening to hard points. The chill from the ice was intense, almost bordering on pain, and when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, he covered the nipple with his mouth, his tongue warm and wet.
I writhed beneath him as he repeated this on the other nipple, the alternating sensation of cold and warm sending shocks of pleasure through me.
"Oh, God," I groaned. He squeezed my breasts together and pulled each nipple with his teeth, softly, just enough pressure to border on pain. When he sucked them, one after the other, the pleasure after the small bit of pain was so intense, I gasped and arched my back, pressing up against his mouth.
He left the remaining chip of ice between my breasts, where it sat and melted, the cold reminding me of his warm mouth on my nipples. Then, he slid another ice cube down my ribs, over one hip and then across my belly to the other hip, circling my navel in the process. It tickled and I squirmed. The ice slipped between my labia, pressing against my clit, the sensation so intense, I gasped. It almost hurt but not quite. Although I tried to stay still, I couldn't help but move my hips.
"Be still," he said, his voice firm.
He kept the ice on my clit, until I groaned, and then he covered me with his mouth, his tongue swirling. I moaned and ground my hips without thinking. The ice slipped just inside my body, the sensation intense, the cold like a burn. His tongue replaced the ice and the cold/hot change made me more sensitive and I ached to feel something inside of me. He slid a finger and then two inside of me as he sucked and stroked me, and it felt so good, so sweet, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to come.
When I felt his finger press against my anus, softly, barely detectable, I tensed. The tip of his finger felt cool and wet and my mind immediately became focused on it instead of on the erotic sensations of his mouth and fingers.
He pulled his mouth away. "Relax. I promise if you relax and trust me, you'll enjoy this. Do you trust me, Katherine?"
I nodded, unable to speak. When he pressed his finger inside a bit more, I gasped and clenched instinctively to keep him out.
"Relax, Katherine. Take in a deep breath."
I did, inhaling deeply and his finger slid inside a bit more.
"Good girl."
I tried not to focus on it, focusing instead on his other fingers inside of my body, of his mouth and tongue when he moved back to cover me, sucking once more. Soon, the sensation overwhelmed me and that sweetness built deep in my core, pleasure growing inside of me as my pulse raced.
"I think I…" I said, my voice hoarse.
He stopped his motions and slipped his finger inside me a bit deeper. By now, my flesh was throbbing, and I was so ready for orgasm that I barely noticed or cared. He began stimulating me again, bringing me even closer. When I opened my mouth to speak, he knew before I did and stopped his motions. I felt his finger withdraw and something else press against me. It, too, was wet and I realized this was the sex toy he'd brought over – a butt plug.
He didn't say anything, slipped it inside me a bit, past my remaining resistance. It felt different from his finger, larger and a bit cooler, but it wasn't unpleasant. It slid inside me and I clenched around it. The plug provided a bit of pressure that made his fingers feel even thicker when he slid them back inside. When he covered me once more with his mouth, the combination of sensations was even greater, more arousing.
Soon, my thighs were shaking and I felt a need to thrust my hips up against his mouth. The pleasure started to spread through me and I had to use all my might to speak.
"Master, I…"
This time, he didn't stop and continued his motions, his mouth on me, his tongue soft against my clit, his fingers inside me, stroking, and the pressure from the plug all combined to send me over. My orgasm began, my body tensing, my flesh clenching around everything. Pleasure spread down my legs and up into my chest, my cheeks hot.
"Oh, God," I cried out as it peaked, his mouth insistent, his fingers stroking me.
Finally, he stopped his motions and remained where he was as my orgasm began to wane. He finally pulled his fingers out and lifted his mouth from my flesh, but he left the plug inside.
"There," he said, as he rose up and although I couldn't see him, I felt him looming over top of me, his hands on either side of me. He kissed me, deeply. "One more barrier down."
"Thank you," I said, "for breaking down one of my barriers."
"You were afraid."
"Yes."
"Does this show you that you can trust me to know what will give you more pleasure?"
I nodded. He had so much experience. I could let him take me where he wanted me to go, knowing it was all about getting the most pleasure for us both.
I closed my eyes when his mouth claimed a nipple. He unfastened my cuffs and flipped me over onto my knees, the blindfold still in place. Then, he leaned over me, one hand around my waist so he could play with my clit, while with the other, he cupped a breast, tweaking my nipple, squeezing it. I didn't think I could come again so quickly, but Drake was insistent, barely letting me recover from the first orgasm.