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He gives my ass a quick slap that makes me jump. The sound rings out like a firecracker going off.
“Ow!” I say a little crossly.
“Say what you want,” he growls. “Unless it’s the safe word, your punishment isn’t finished, Princess.”
I squeeze my hands together, mostly because the way my wrists are tied gives me nothing else to hold on to--and right now I feel like I need to hold on to something as tight as I can.
He slides the icy member between my legs again and my mouth falls open in a silent gasp of surprise. The few moments of warmth from his hands make the ice feel even colder now, but the way he’s moving it, sliding it across me and using the head of the dildo to massage my clit… It’s almost enough to make me forget the cold. Instead, the discomfort and pleasure swirl together in a confusing storm I don’t want to end. Each time my pleasure nearly reaches a breaking point, the discomfort from the cold overcomes everything else and pushes down the climax that’s waiting to explode.
“You’re doing well, Princess. You’ve earned a reward, but only a temporary one.”
I’m about to turn and ask him what kind of reward I’ve earned when I feel heat between my legs that’s so blissfully good it nearly takes my knees out from under me. It isn’t long before I realize what is so wonderfully warm.
It’s his mouth. Prince Roark’s mouth. On my pussy. His tongue, swirling inside my entrance.
The climax that has been struggling to erupt comes roaring to the brink now. My body quivers in anticipation and I know it’s going to happen, but then it’s gone. The soft kisses, the gentle warmth of his tongue sliding between my folds and exploring every inch of me, the way his strong hands gripped my ass as he buried his face in my most private place… It’s gone, and the absence is nearly enough to take the breath from me.
“You didn’t think you would get to cum before you’ve finished your punishment. Did you?”
“No,” I say.
“You’ll address me properly, as your prince.”
“No, Prince,” I say, feeling my skin tingle at the submissiveness in the phrase.
“Now, you’ll cum this time. If I have to give you another break, there will be more consequences.”
I nod my head, still blindfolded and feeling dizzy from the overwhelming emotions I’ve experienced since stepping into this room.
The icy dildo presses against me again, and it’s as if every near-orgasm I’ve had has built up and formed something frighteningly powerful inside me, like a white light that is about to burst free at any moment. I grind myself shamelessly into him, completely forgetting to be embarrassed of how exposed I am or the moans spilling from my lips.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
The pleasure mounts but so does the pain of contact with the ice. My skin begins to numb, but the pleasure is so intense now that it runs deeper than the surface of my skin and I still feel something growing ever stronger deep in my belly.
His strong hand slips around my neck, putting pressure on my throat until I have to strain to breathe. The word “Red” starts to bounce around in my mind, and I nearly say it as my breaths grow more and more shallow and the intensity of the ice against my bare pussy starts to feel like hot, unbearable pain.
Roark leans over me from behind, still working the dildo against me and gripping my throat. “You’re strong, Princess. Cum for me. Fucking cum all over this dildo and scream for me. Take the pain and make it your pleasure. Use every bit of it.”
The sound of his voice is an anchor for me, something to focus on as my world dissolves into a storm of indescribable pleasure and pain. As if his words unlock something deep inside me, all the sensations blur together into an experience of pure, unadulterated pleasure that explodes through me and unleashes an orgasm that dwarfs anything I’ve ever felt.
My knees slide out from under me and collapse to the ground, shuddering from the strength of my orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. It’s almost too much, but Roark’s warm hands soothe me, rubbing over my skin, providing comfort, grounding me in the here and now. He releases my hands and rubs them gently to ensure they aren’t harmed.
When he finally removes the blindfold, I roll over and sit up. I’m covered in sweat and feel like I just ran a marathon. I look to Roark, who watches me proudly, as if I’ve done everything he hoped and more. Maybe it’s stupid, but his pride in me makes me glow. It makes me want to do more, to please him again. To even go above and beyond what he thinks I can do for him.
