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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bound and blindfolded, I brush my lips against his lobe, whisper in his ear. “Are you gonna submit fully and completely to me?”
He nods his head. “Yes, my beautiful mistress.” Although he knows I am not a real mistress—nor have any intentions of ever being one, I enjoy pretending that I am. And he likes pretending that I am, too.
At six-two, two-hundred-and-ten pounds, Calvin is a dark-chocolate delight with his lean, toned, muscular body and deliciously fat, Hershey-colored cock. As masculine and aggressive and rugged as he is, it amazes me how he transforms into a submissive man-toy behind closed doors. It is his acceptance into his role that has me creaming in my panties.
I smile, reaching into a bag of ice and pulling out a miniature cube, then gliding it over his left nipple. “Good ’cause tonight you’re in for the time of your life.” He shivers. “Too cold for you?”
He shakes his head. “No, Mistress Pain.”
I slowly swirl the melting ice over and around his nipple while pinching the other one. His body shudders, briefly. I’m sure in response to the painfully chilling reality that the unknown and unexpected will follow.
I reach for the surgical tape, ripping off a strip with my teeth, then tape the ice to his left nipple. He flinches. I do the same to his right nipple. He flinches again, and his hard dick bounces up and down in response.
Porsha comes into the room, naked. Her silky skin shimmers from the glow of the candles flickering around the room. Without speaking a word, she looks at me and nods, then drops down in front of Calvin and wraps her mouth around his dick. She sucks him slowly at first, then picks up the pace, causing slurping and popping sounds to emit from her mouth. Calvin moans. The ice is slowly melting. Cold streaks of water are running down his chest.
Five minutes into Porsha’s head service, I signal for her to stop, then instruct Calvin to lift up in his seat. I squeeze out a glob of Platinum wet, then spread it in and around his asshole. His hole puckers.
“Yeah, you want me to finger-fuck that tight, little hole, don’t you?”
He nods. “Yes, my lovely mistress. I submit to you. Your commands are my wish. Anything you demand of me, I seek to please you.”
Porsha rolls her eyes up in her head. I stick my tongue out at her, and she gives me the finger. I slip a finger into his ass. He tenses. His hole grips my finger, attempts to push it out. “Relax,” I tell him, pushing my finger back in. Slowly, he relaxes and loosens up and allows me to finger him. His dick springs up and down. It is clearly an act he enjoys. I work a second finger in.
“Aaah, shit,” he moans.
“You like that?”
“Mmmhmm...oh, shit...”
I smile. “I’m so glad you said that,” I say, pulling my fingers out, then unlocking his left hand. I reach into the bag for another piece of ice and place it in his hand. “I want you to put this cube of ice into your ass.” He hesitates. “Did you not understand me?”
“Yes...Mistress.” Reluctance clings to his words.
“Do you not wish to please me?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I slap his ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, my mistress.”
“Much better. Don’t have me remind you of your place. Did you not say my command is your wish?”
“Yes, my mistress.”
“Then do as you are told and you shall be rewarded.” He leans forward, squatting as if he’s about to take a shit, then reaches back and attempts to stick the cube into his ass. Its coldness causes him to flinch. I get impatient and slap the ice out of his hand. “You must want your mistress to get angry, don’t you?”
“No, Mistress Pain.”
I hand him another piece of ice. “Then try it again. And now you’ll have to put three cubes in instead of one for taking too damn long.” He finally pushes it in. He grunts. “That’s a good slave boy.” I hand him another piece. Porsha looks at me, mouth agape, shaking her head. I ignore her look of shock. “Now put this piece in.”
His body jerks. And my patience is running low. “Hurry the hell up before I add two more cubes on top of the three.” The thought of having five ice cubes stuffed in his ass seems to motivate him to hurry this shit up. When he pushes the second cube in, I hand him the last one. He pushes it in, grunting. I tell him to sit down. “I know it’s cold, but the fire in that hot ass of yours will melt it soon enough.” I cuff his hand again. He squirms in his seat. Porsha snickers, popping an ice cube into her mouth, then dropping back down in front of him, taking his dick back into her mouth.
He yelps, squirms in his seat. “Aaaah, shit...oh fuck...”
I yank off the tape from his nipples, taking a piece of ice in both of my hands, then leaning over him and pressing the ice up against his nipples.
