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“Good pet,” I purred. The name was not one we had discussed, though he had told me there were no real names that were a hard limit for him. But his reaction to the word — that was pure sin. His back arched, just a touch as my fingers moved down towards his thighs, and he groaned aloud at the sound of the name falling from my lips.
“Do you like that, pet?” I teased him, letting my words ignite his pleasure and inflame his passion. He nodded in silence. “I wonder, do you like the feel of my nails on your skin or the words coming from my lips more? Which turns you on more?”
The question was purely rhetorical, and he knew it.
“I have a feeling it’s both, but I’d love to find out,” I said teasingly, my nails digging in harshly against the skin of his inner thighs as I drug them up towards his leaking cock.
He let out the most erotic groan as my nails dug in, his toes pointing, the muscles of his thighs tensing. Fucking beautiful. Letting one hand remain in position between his thighs, teasing along his hips and inner thighs but never touching his surely aching cock, I reached towards the tray, to the cup I had placed there.
“Eyes closed, pet. Be a good boy for me.” He groaned again at my words, but obeyed beautifully. I held the ice cube in my hand for a moment, letting it warm only momentarily until frigid water pooled in my palm. I moved it over his chest, opening my hand and tipping it just enough that a few drips splashed against his heated flesh.
“Fuck!” His sharp intake of breath had his eyes opening in surprise.
“Eyes!” I scolded him sharply, my fingers pinching at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs in swift reprimand. Quickly, he closed his eyes, shivering once as I dripped the icy water over him a second time, droplets landing over the stiff peaks of his nipples and then down the ridges of his abdomen.
My nails lightly ran over his groin, ever closer to his dripping cock. I set the ice cube in the center of his chest, letting it sit for a moment as he arched and hissed before moving it over his skin slowly, sensually. I switched hands carefully, letting the ice sit and pool in his navel as I grabbed the Wartenberg wheel from the tray.
I ran the sharp-spiked wheel over the skin of his inner forearm, slowly dragging it down the inside curve of his elbow and towards his underarm. He tensed, gasping once and then holding his breath as the sensations assaulted his body.
“Breathe,” I commanded, smiling as he obeyed perfectly, taking a deep, slow breath. I moved the ice cube lower, letting it tease the hollow of his hip bones and move around his groin slowly, still never touching his rock solid length. Letting the cube rest on his groin, I leaned down, wrapping my lips around the stiff peak of his nipple, and sucked slowly.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, his breaths coming in short pants at the feeling of heat and ice.
“Not today,” I whispered against his skin, my teasing promise spoken soft enough only he could hear. I ran the Wartenberg lower, down his chest, as I grabbed another ice cube from the cup. Time to push this into overdrive.
I ran the wheel over his collarbone, watching as he shuddered, struggling against the sensation. I brought the cube to his heated cock, running the icy length from base to tip on the underside.
“Oh, God!” He cried out, his hips arching up into the sensation, his hips rocking. I pressed the wheel harder against his skin, running it along in nonsensical patterns of pleasure and prickling pain.
My mouth moved down his body, never touching more than a random kiss here or there, but letting the heat of my breath create a lovely juxtaposing sensation over him. I hovered my lips just above the head of his cock, huffing out a heated breath over the mushroomed tip. He arched into it, nearly keening with want as I chuckled at him.
“Poor little pet. Wanting so much and getting so little.” Degradation and hot breath fell equally from my lips, the first inflaming his mind while the second tortured the head of his cock as I stayed just out of reach.
“Please.” His begging words came out harsh, spoken through clenched teeth. I smirked as I saw his hands grip the top edge of the massage table, his hips bucking upward in search of the pleasure of my lips and tongue.
I pinched at his inner thighs again, hard, twisting the flesh between my fingers as chastisement for his plea.
“You will only get what I decide to give, greedy little pet.” I ran the Wartenberg wheel down his body, over his hips and down the top of his thigh, watching as his toes curled in delicious torment.
I grabbed another ice cube, turning to his handsome face as the Wartenburg continued to run up his inner thigh with excruciating slowness.
“Eyes.” He immediately opened his eyes, finding my gaze.
“Open.” I watched as the command seemed to make his eyes burn with lust, his mouth opening wide for me. I waited, taking in the view for a solitary moment before placing the ice cube in his mouth.
“Hold.” He closed his mouth just enough to keep the cube in place, but otherwise remained exactly as I had bid him. I held his gaze, leaning down, and as the Wartenberg ran up towards his groin, moving slower and slower, I flicked the tip of my tongue against the tip of his rigid cock, tasting the beaded pre-cum that gathered there.
His eyes widened.
I watched as he worked to hold his position, to not move his arms, to not close his mouth, to not reach for me. But he succeeded — barely. He obeyed. And fuck it all if that didn’t make my pussy nearly weep with want for him.
“Breathe, pet,” I whispered, giving in for just a moment and letting him see the lust I had for him with my eyes. His eyes narrowed, sparking with fire and lust as I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around the very tip of his cock and letting my tongue flick and swirl over his opening for only a moment before releasing him.
I stood back up, moving the Wartenberg up over his sack and up the base of his cock, dragging the pointed spikes over the underside with unerring gentleness as he shivered and shuddered beneath my touch.
My hand covered his mouth, pushing his jaw up until his mouth closed beneath my touch. My eyes met his.
“Swallow.” I knew the cube had melted. I watched, his eyes locked on mine as he obeyed. My nipples hardened and my pussy gushed at such an exquisite display of submission. He was breathtaking. There was no other word for it.
