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Somehow sensing my confusion, he answers my unasked question. "There's a mini fridge nearby," he says with his finger still fully inserted in me.
He returns the ice cube back to my sex and inches it closely to my entrance. Once there, he swirls it around the opening but never inserts it. Instead, he uses the water dripping to my ass from the ice as extra lube by withdrawing slightly and slowly pounding his finger back into me.
Not done with the ice cube, he presses it against my thirsty lips. “Suck,” the man tells me as he forces it past the barrier.
My tongue damn near gets frostbite on impact, but the warmth of my mouth quickly melts the object. The tart taste of my arousal standing out among the cool liquid. Once the ice fully melts, it reveals something inside. I investigate the newfound circular object with my tongue before biting into it. There's a crunch, and a gush of sweet juice fills my mouth, followed by a burst of different flavors- akin to fruit punch. I'm pretty sure it's a fancy candied grape. I want to savor this forever.
While enjoying the candied fruit, the man's head is back between my thighs. I know because his warm breath fans over my sex. He removes the finger from my ass and like a thirsty animal, he laps up the mixture of my juices and the stickiness from the frozen grape. Then he inserts the tip of his tongue into my pussy and moves it side to side against my walls.
What he’s doing with his mouth is heavenly, and I never want him to stop. "Yes, Mask Daddy. Fuck, yes. That's so good. I'm going to come," I purr, which causes him to go feral.
I lift my hips to match his momentum, fucking his face. The man's nose smashes into my clit every time he pulls out and slams the length of his tongue inside me. It feels so good. I'm on the verge of gushing all over his face and making him taste my cum. The pressure building low in my gut ebbs and flows like tides crashing against the shoreline. A pang of sweet torture erupts from my nipple as if he’s pinching it.
"Right there, oh fuck yes, there," I yell as my orgasm takes me over.
He continues to lick between my folds, leaving no spot untouched. As the wave leaves my body, his touch leaves with it. My entire body goes cold from the loss of him even though the sauna temperature has to be 160°. Then he’s back, placing something to my lips again.
“Drink,” he demands, and I have no problem obeying.
I gulp it down, tilting my head back in order to take in more. I don’t realize how thirsty I am until I’m drinking so greedily that liquid escapes my mouth. Cool trails run down my neck and breasts, causing a shiver to race through me. This new sensation has me choking on my protests.
Suddenly it’s yanked from my mouth and I’m confused as to why. I figure it out fast when the rough pad of his tongue laps up my breast to my neck, following the water trail, drinking from my body.
“Water has never tasted so good,” he mumbles against my jaw, the stubble from his chin adding a delicate burn against my flesh.
He must move away again because a few moments later, there’s an arctic blast of cold air against my hot skin. Either he opened the door into the bathroom or he really is a male Elsa. The temperature play adds a new level of feeling to this experience and I think I love it. But does an open door mean this is all over?
God, I hope not.
“What’s going on? Are you done with me?” I ask tentatively. My body is still in this flowing sense of euphoria. I’m afraid he’ll say no, but also afraid he’ll say yes.
When he answers me, his voice slides around my body like a silk scarf, bringing each of my nerves to the surface of my skin, exposing them to the open air.
“No, Bambi. I will never be done with you.”
My next breath gets caught in my throat at his admittance and I don’t know how to take it.
“I should drink some water too but I don’t want your taste to leave my mouth. But I may have a way to remedy that,” he says right before something hard is pressed to my center. There’s a crinkle of plastic as the object is barely inserted, twisted a little bit, then withdrawn.
“What…what was that?” I ask, not knowing if I’m ready for a new sex toy so soon after coming.
“That was my water bottle, so I can still have you on my lips even if I drink.”
Well, I definitely didn’t expect that.
“You’ve been such a good little Bambi that I think it’s time for a reward.”
Very carefully, the tape is removed from around my head. Does this mean I finally get to see his face? Figure out who he is?
Once removed, I blink rapidly, trying to get my bearings. The man in front of me is blurry for a moment but slowly, his naked form comes into focus. Well, mostly naked form. He’s still wearing that purge mask with the crimson light shining brightly. This is the first time I've seen all of him in the light, and fuck his body is huge. No wonder he could throw me over his shoulder so easily, like I weighed nothing. Black and white Celtic tattoos cover the man's chiseled chest and abs. The largest one is a cross over his left pec. My gaze wanders lower to the etched v above his dark pubic hair.
"Do you like what you see?" he asks, but I don't respond and transfer my gaze to the floor. "That's okay, your flushed cheeks are answer enough."
He walks around the chair and slowly lays the back down, me going with it. The action causes me to slide up farther on the cedar bench. He must have removed the bindings from my wrists without me realizing, because he’s able to drag me down the length of the wooden bench until my ass hangs off the edge. Then his arms wrap around to squeeze me in a giant bear hug, and he whispers, "I'm about to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. No one will ever be able to satisfy you like I do.”
Even in my hazy thoughts, I know he’s right.
“Grab the back of your thighs, Bambi, and bring your knees to your chest. I want to admire your abused, swollen pussy up close."
