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I arched, my bound arms straining, body jerking against him as his mouth worked me with devastating skill. He sucked, pulled, dragged the melting ice over my clit until I thought I would shatter. Every flick of his tongue was torture, every swirl mixing icy numbness with unbearable heat. 1
The strap fell slack, sliding from my shoulders. My body tensed, but I didn’t move, bound in place. The cool air kissed my bare skin where the bra no longer shielded me, my nipples tightening instantly from exposure.
And then–ice.
When the ice reached my stomach, I gasped and twisted, the sensation sharper there, vulnerable and exposed. His free hand pressed firmly at my hip, steadying me, controlling me.
He only hummed in response, the vibration shooting through me, forcing a scream from my lips. His grip tightened bruisingly at my hips as if to remind me–I wasn’t allowed to move, wasn’t allowed to come, not until he gave permission.
A click.
Before I could form a thought, heat ghosted across my chest. His breath.
I shivered, bound and blindfolded, not knowing what was coming next. Suddenly, he released my hands from where I was suspended and spun me around. I gasped, unprepared, knowing only that he was close–so close I could feel the hot whisper of his breath against my face.
The cube pressed against my inner thigh. My entire body jolted, the contrast between the icy chill and the fever of my arousal unbearable. He dragged it slowly, deliberately upward, each inch of the climb stealing my breath.
He licked me slowly, dragging the melting cube over my pussy, then sucking the water from my skin as if he owned every drop. My whole body trembled, trapped between fire and ice, pain and pleasure.
His hands didn’t stop there. With calm precision, he slipped lower, hooking his fingers at the band of my underwear. The thin fabric peeled away, leaving me utterly exposed.
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My breath caught, humiliation and arousal tangling into something dangerous, something that made my wolf whimper inside me.
The flogger hit my skin immediately after, the sting crossing paths with the lingering heat of the wax. The contrast made me cry out, muffled and desperate, before! remembered his warning. I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing the sound until tears pricked behind the blindfold.
But then he pulled away.
Louis’s hand cupped the side of my face, steadying me in the dark. “That’s it,” he praised softly, though his tone carried possession like steel. “My obedient little wolf.” Another drop fell, lower this time, pooling at the dip of my spine before sliding along the arch of my back. I gasped, my thighs clenching together, every nerve alive, every instinct screaming both pleasure and surrender.
“Fuck!” I gasped, straining against the blindfold, desperate to see him, to know what
he’d do next.
The cube touched my pussy.
Then his voice dropped darker, filled with promise. “Let’s go to the next part.” “Greedy little wolf,” he murmured, low and possessive. “Even frozen, you ache for me.” “Still,” he commanded, his voice deep, authoritative, leaving no room for disobedience.
“Not yet,” he growled, voice low, cruelly amused. “You’ll come when I say so. Not a second before.”
“Breathe through it,” Louis’s voice came, low and husky, brushing the shell of my ear. “Let it burn. Let it claim you.”
Olivia’s POV
The ice.
“Master-” I whiinpered, the word broken.
And then-
The blindfold cut me off from everything. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t tell what he was
about to do next. My body was tense, waiting, my breaths coming fast.
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“No–please!” I cried, my voice cracking. I was dripping, throbbing, aching for him, but
he didn’t care.
Louis’s muffled growl vibrated through me as he held the ice in place with his tongue, his mouth commanding and merciless. The cold burned deeper, harder, until it melted and slick rivulets trickled down my breast.
My hands clenched against the cuffs, every muscle quaking with the torment of sensation. The cube slid over my nipple as his tongue released it, and I hissed at the shock of cold trailing against overheated skin. The sharp ache made me strain against the cuffs, my breasts jutting forward helplessly as the last edges of the ice melted over my peak.
His lips closed over my nipple, but it wasn’t warmth I felt–it was the searing kiss of ice, the frozen cube sliding between his mouth and my skin. A strangled cry caught in my throat as my body arched, the temperature so brutal against my already sensitized flesh that it stole my breath.
Louis caught the cube between his fingers then, dragging it down the center of my chest in a slow, merciless path. The freezing trail burned over my heated skin, droplets following like a cruel echo.
The heat of the wax stole my breath, a hiss escaping me as it trailed down my skin in molten ribbons. My body jerked against the cuffs, but there was no escape.
Cold, sharp, shocking.
I was close–too close. My stomach tightened, my walls clenching hard, the orgasm building fast.
He led me toward a corner of the room, lifting my cuffed wrists high above my head before securing them to a bar of cold metal overhead. I gasped but had no chance to speak before I heard his retreat. My head jerked toward the echo of footsteps, my blindfold a prison, my heart racing as panic mingled with raw, aching anticipation. What was he planning?
I felt Louis drop to his knees before me with a deliberate grace that made my pulse stutter. His hands slid up my calves, firm and possessive, until they reached my thighs. With one rough tug, he parted my legs wider, forcing me to stand open for him, completely exposed, my wrists still bound above me.
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“Master-” I gasped, my voice breaking, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.
I obeyed, trembling, biting hard on my lip to keep from crying out as the cube traced lazy circles around my navel, then lower. My thighs clenched instinctively, a futile attempt to shield myself, but he growled low in warning.
Louis chuckled darkly, satisfied, the sound vibrating through me like another command. He pressed the melting cube tighter, circling on my entrance. My wetness mingled with the water as the ice melted faster against my heat, droplets slipping down my thighs.
He pressed his mouth to me, lips sealing around my pussy with the cube caught between his teeth. The contrast made me gasp, a choked sound of pleasure and pain tearing from my throat. The frozen sting burned against my swollen flesh, but the heat of his tongue softened it, coaxing, tormenting.
Suddenly, I felt him move away from my front, and I stretched my attention, wondering where he was going. His presence shifted, circling me like a predator that had all the time in the world. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, straining against the fabric that still clung to me. Then I felt it–the brush of his fingers at my back, deliberate, unhurried, until they found the clasp of my bra.
A rough hand grabbed my jaw, tilting my blindfolded face up. His breath brushed my lips when he spoke, low and cruel.
“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice deep, rough. Then I felt it–cold, sharp, shocking.
He trailed his fingers lightly over the fresh lines of wax, tracing the patterns he’d painted into my body, his touch tender compared to the bite of heat. My breath shuddered, chest straining against the bench, torn between relief and anticipation of what he would do next.
I gasped, a strangled cry breaking free before I could stop it. The frozen sting against my swollen, sensitive flesh made me thrash in the cuffs, my entire body jerking violently. The cold was brutal, shocking, cruelly perfect as it slid over my folds.