“Let is melt. Don’t do anything, just let it melt. All the ice will melt. You’ll feel the cold but I’ll warm you up. I want you to feel every inch of your body.” He starts kissing along the paths he just drew in ice. His lips, breath and tongue tracing the paths of frigid water hot and welcome.
The ice on my tongue and still on my body melt slowly. I lay there feeling the fire of Chase’s kisses and the maddening trickles of melt unexpectedly run down my side or, most shockingly, across my swollen clit. The ice between my breasts is on top of my camisole so rather than run down my skin it melts into a wet spot spreading across the already thin white fabric. I feel the cold reach my nipples and they stiffen. I’ve never felt such conflicting things and I never thought lying still could be so frustrating and so sexual. I’m trying to guess where the balm of Chase’s warmth will fall next but I am still blindfolded and I can’t even move to draw him to where I want him. I am powerless beneath him. For a moment I feel a warmth from that place within myself that wants to submit to him. I struggle to either give in to that warm comfort or shut it out entirely.
The ice on in my navel and between my breasts is all but gone, the one on my pelvis was larger and is taking its sweet time melting. Chase wraps his warm lips around it kissing the cold skin beneath. I sigh and squirm a little on the couch. It feels good to be able to move again.
“Not yet.” He says around the ice cube in his mouth, placing it on my skin once more. I jump a little then settle back into stillness. My skin is awash with sensation, I feel the camisole sticking to my breasts where it’s wet. I feel the soft silk across my eyes and my own eyelashes fluttering against my skin. I feel Chase’s stubble grave my skin, his head moving lower, now on my inner thigh pushing my legs apart slightly. His face between my legs he pushes the ice cube into my pussy. I gasp but I don’t move. It is easier in that moment to be still.
His tongue is cold at first teasing my lips and sliding up to flick my clit, but it warms up becoming a sharp contrast to the ice cube chilling me from inside and the rivulets of melt running down my ass.
The ice must be gone because it is replaced by his warm tongue sliding in and out of my cunt, warming me and allowing my own hot juices to flow again. I writhe under his tongue. He uses a finger on my clit, teasing me with variation in speed and pressure. I’m driven to the edge just before orgasm. My breath speeds up. I reach my hands towards him grasping. I want him to fuck me again. I know that I will come with his cock inside my pussy. He slows further. Dragging his hands down my thighs, and lightly kissing my clit, he sits up. I reach where I think he is but he isn’t there.
“There is so much more.” He chuckles.
I hear a clinking like dangling earrings being taken from a box.
“I hope you like green. I picked Peridot.” I’ve no clue on what he is talking about, until I feel his hand slip up my shirt and feel a tight metal circle enclose my stiff nipple. There is a magnetic click and my skin is squeezed pleasantly. The squeezing doesn’t go away. He does the same on the other side. Nipple clamps. I have never in my life worn fetish gear and I feel myself blushing under the blindfold. The clamps circle my nipple, the underside is rough, I think there are beads on the bottom of the clamps, and a cool metal charm dangles down laying against my breasts.
“Sit up now Nicole.” I do. “Take off your top. I want to see your new jewelry.” He commands. I obey. The edge of my camisole catches the dangling charm on the side and lets it fall tugging on my nipple. The weight pulling makes me gasp. I can only think about my nipples. I can feel the air on them. The beads on along the bottom bite into my skin reminding me of teeth grazing. The metal charm is smooth and has warmed against my skin. It feels almost silky.
“Stand up. I have something I want you to do.” I start to stand and put my hands up to the blindfold to free my eyes. “Don’t take off the blindfold yet. You have to trust me Nicole. I will only let you feel pleasure.” He says taking my hands in his large ones. He leads me in a circle around the room, I think so, I don’t know quite where I am.