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Frost dips his head to Candy’s feet, and understanding the support he wants, I move to the end of the table and release the brakes on the wheels. Don hands him a dildo made of ice and then stands at the opposite corner to me. We watch Frost, waiting for his cue.
When he gives it, Don and I swing our table legs apart, wrenching Candy’s thighs wide open as she yells out in surprise. That shout quickly turns into a squeal as Frost spears the dildo into her tight heat, and begins to slowly fuck her with the ice. His left hand still holds the burning candle, and I grin at what’s to come.
“Look at you, slut. So desperate to get off that your pussy’s clenching around ice,” Frost chides, his low voice a stark contrast to her cries and moans as he works it harder and deeper. “The harder you squeeze, the faster it melts. Who knows if you’ll even manage to finish before your hot cunt destroys this dildo. You should be ashamed.”
I smirk, enjoying the rosy flush move upwards into Candy’s face. She seems to love being called a slut; I can see the wetness that’s leaking between her thighs. The ice makes a wet slapping sound as Frost continues to work it in and out of her, increasing his speed until her inner muscles greedily suck at the frozen dildo.
“You want to come for us, slut? Are you desperate to show us how much you want to be fucked? Like we don’t already know. Your body is already begging for it,” Frost taunts as he yanks thephallus from her tight wetness. Candy’s eyes squeeze shut, and I can see the orgasm bubbling at her throat as she desperately tries to fight it off. Her muscles are clenched, her abdomen rippling and her thighs trembling with the effort involved.
The tune of Frost’s voice changes. The amused and indulgent is no more, and only ice remains. “You know what you are, Candy-cane? You’re a toy. You get to cum when we decide you can.”
Again Candy squeals as Frost plunges the dildo into her once more, his left hand holding it tight as he fucks her with it.
“Now,” he hisses, tipping the candle in his left hand over her pussy so that a steady stream of wax spills down onto her sensitive, stretched wide pussy, as Don and I run ice over her breasts. Candy lets out an uncontrollable wail of pure lust. Her back arches and her ample breasts rise off the slab as her orgasm crashes home with a shuddering shiver. Her pussy clamps down hard on the dildo, and Frost grins at the pressure he’s able to force on her. His hand still works the dildo faster into her, until she’s screaming with another orgasm.
“That’s enough, Frost. I think she’s had enough pleasure for now,” I say.
He immediately extinguishes the candle and calmly pulls the dripping dildo from her soaked cunt. The view is spectacular, her creamy release glistening on her thighs begging us to taste, but I’m more interested in her face right now.
Moving to stand beside her head, I stroke the damp curls back from her forehead and admire her beautifully flushed face. It’s twisted into a mask of want and satisfaction. Two orgasms weren’t enough for our greedy girl.
She’s so beautiful covered in wax and her own cum. I watch her writhe and buck against the restraints as the last waves of her orgasm die away. Her thighs slap together, the wetness from her orgasm smearing across her skin, and the smell of herarousal reaches me even where I stand. Fuck. Not tasting her is torture.
“Do you want to see the beautiful mess he made of your body?” I whisper. She nods and I remove the metal sheet that was blocking her view and pinning her head in place. She cranes her neck up to see, her pupils blowing wide as she takes in the pretty abstract pattern Frost has dotted her skin with. Her breasts and mound are covered in wax and she whimpers at the sight.
“Did you like the fire and ice, Kitten?” Dash calls out and she nods. “You took it so well. You did such a good job, Gumdrop. I’m aching for you. Good girl.”
I pull out the short crop from my bag of tricks and smirk at the way her head snaps up at the sound of the leather kissing my palm none too gently.
“No,” she begins to plead.
I bring the crop down sharply and she shuts up.
“There’s been enough pleasure,” I repeat. “Now, you’re going to learn what pain is.”
I land the crop on her already reddened nipples and she cries out. Frost moves in, spreading the lower half of the table even wider until she can’t move.
“Candy.” I smile at her as I run the crop over her stomach and down to her exposed mound. She sucks in a breath, making her abdominal muscles dip, even as her skin flushes pink and goose bumps rise wherever the cold leather traces over her skin.
Raising the crop above her beautiful wax covered pussy, she flinches, anticipating the hit, but I prefer to tease her.
“I think we should see how you enjoy this. Gentlemen, help her up and take her to the cross.”
I move out of the way as Don and Frost until Candy and help her to her bare feet and guide her over to the freestanding metal bondage cross on the other side of the room. It’s tilted back at anangle to make the person strapped to it more comfortable, but this is about to be anything but for Candy.
Don unties all of the ribbon she was bound in, adding sturdy cuffs to her wrists to match the ones on her ankles and I’m unable to resist rubbing my aching cock through my trousers at the sight of her naked and cuffed, still covered in splatters of wax.
“Do you know what this is, Candy?” I ask. Candy’s expression is one of reluctant wariness as she shakes her head. “It’s called a Saint Andrew’s Cross.”
“It looks more like an ‘X’ to me,” she whispers.
“That’s because when Saint Andrew was martyred on the cross, he did not consider himself worthy to be killed in the same manner as Jesus who died on a traditional cross.”
A frown creases between her brows, making me want to smile.
“What does it do?”
“It doesn’t do anything. But it will allow me to secure you in the exact position I want you in for this next stage of your punishment.”
