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When I returned with a bowl of ice, she had calmed down. She laid perfectly still, and I stood in the doorway watching her. Her ears perked up and she lifted her head slightly when she heard me, but she didn’t say anything as she took a deep, measured breath.
I set the bowl of ice on the nightstand before I knelt on the mattress. It dipped beneath me, and even though she had to have been expecting me, Chelsea jumped when I ran my fingers over her stomach. “You’re so jumpy. Are you nervous?”
“A little bit,” she whispered.
“Good,” I said, bending down to press my lips lightly to hers. “I like nervous. It makes things likethismore fun.”
Chelsea started to fidget before I had even touched her with the ice cube. I started by placing it in the center of her stomach, and I smiled when she hissed. I dragged the ice slowly towards her breasts, and it left a shiny trail as it melted against her skin. She whimpered quietly, folding her lips around her teeth and biting down to stifle the sweet sound.
Her anticipation and the loss of her vision would make the slightest touch more shocking, more arousing, and when I circled one of her pert nipples with the cube, her hips jerked upward in response. I circled it again before moving to the next, watching her gawk at me as she licked her lips.
Her nipples glistened, and drops of water rolled down her breasts, pooling between them. She arched her back when I leaned down, running my tongue along her skin and collecting the melted ice. Chelsea whined when I pulled away, but the sound was replaced by her sharp inhale when I pressed the ice against the inside of her thigh. I drew the ice along her leg to the warmth radiating between them, and she thrusted her hips upward, silently begging for contact.
She tugged lightly at the restraints when I placed the ice against her mound, slowly running it over her slit as the melted drops ran over her pussy to the bed beneath her. “How do you feel?” I asked her.
Chelsea paused for a moment like she was thinking about it. “Impatient,” she finally admitted.
I traced her lips with the ice cube, and when I lifted it, they parted. Drops of water dripped past her lips and onto her tongue when she extended it.
“Very good,” I said, setting the half-melted cube on her tongue. She closed her lips and hummed, sucking lightly on theice and wiggling against the mattress when she heard me open the nightstand drawer.
I could feel the anticipation buzzing off her when I pulled the wand out and turned it on. I had placed it in there before I picked her up, in that hopes we’d end up in this exact position. Chelsea sucked in a deep breath when she heard the hum, and her muscles tightened, unsure where the vibrator would touch first.
She cried out when I tapped it against her nipples one at a time, and her body arched. Taking away one of her senses made put her on edge, and I knew the ice would amplify her nerves. Her legs shook when I placed the head of the vibrator against her inner thigh, and she pouted.
“Tongue out,” I said, turning the vibrator off. Chelsea whimpered in protest, likely at the silence that meant she was even further from the contact she craved, but she opened her mouth, extending her tongue. “Look at you, being so patient. You make such a good plaything.”
I set the vibrator against her tongue, and she lapped at it, a small string of saliva connecting her tongue to the toy when I pulled it away. She wiggled, leaving her tongue out until I turned the vibrator back on. When I pressed it to her clit, she shrieked, and her body arched off the bed. Chelsea tugged at her restraints when I turned it up.
“Oh shit!” Her voice was high pitched and went straight to my cock, causing it to swell behind my zipper, and I pressed the vibrator harder against her when it twitched.
It didn’t take long before her legs were shaking, and she was panting. Her abdomen tightened, and I knew she was close when she sucked in short, sharp breaths before she moaned. I turned the vibrator off, and her body stilled before her eyebrows lifted. Her body convulsed, panicking as she fell away from her orgasm.
“You’ve been so good and patient today, so I’m not going to make you wait to come this time,” I said, flicking the vibrator back on. “I’m going to let you come now, and then again, and again. I want you to count it for me every time you do. Do you understand?”
Chelsea writhed against the mattress. “Yes, yes! Please!” I held the wand to her clit, and she cried out. Her toes curled, and the muscles in her thighs flexed and then convulsed. “One!” she screamed.
I pressed the vibrator to her until her body stopped spasming before I turned it off and set it on the bed. She just started to catch her breath when I slipped two fingers inside her. Chelsea’s body shivered with aftershocks of her release, and I felt them ripple through her pussy.
Her moans and the sloppy sound of my fingers drilling into her wet pussy surrounded us, along with the sweet smell of her. “You smell so good, butterfly. Do you know how sweet you taste?” She shook her head, and I pulled my fingers from her, bringing them to her lips. Chelsea opened her mouth, letting me slide my fingers over her tongue. She closed her lips and sucked with a quiet hum, and my erection pressed painfully against its restraints.
Desperation seeped from Chelsea when I returned my fingers to the cleft between her legs. I pushed them into her, rubbing my thumb against her swollen clit, and she thrust her lips against my hand. Her pussy clenched around my fingers when I curled them against the spot inside of her that made her shake, and I grinned. I found that spot again, drilling my fingertips into the spot while she clenched her hands in tight fists, tugging at her cuffs.
When she came, her mouth opened wide, and she cried out a series of curses and half-formed words. Then, she clamped her lips shut and bit down, trying to close her legs.
“Don’t forget to count,” I reminded her.
Chelsea huffed. “Two!”
“Very good.” I chuckled when she crinkled her nose, wishing I could see the daggers in her eyes.Soon.“Are you ready to go again?”
She shook her head, gasping as her chest heaved with quick breaths. I rested my hand on her chest, feeling her heart race. Chelsea kicked her legs for a moment and then stilled. A sheen of sweat covered her skin, and I bent down to run my tongue over her stomach, savoring the salty flavor.
“It’s my turn to see how sweet you taste,” I said, and Chelsea gasped.
I positioned myself between her legs, running my nose along her slit and inhaling. She shivered, and I watched the goosebumps raise on her stomach before I darted my tongue across her clit, causing her body to jerk. I grabbed onto her hips, digging my skin into her flesh and holding her still.
She didn’t protest for long, grinding against my face while I circled her clit with my tongue. Chelsea tasted sweet, even sweeter dripping with her release and half-sated. I released her hips, placing one hand flat against her belly to hold her still and sliding the other between her legs.
