Making sure the blindfold was secure, I stood up and walked out of the room.
“Are you leaving?” she called out, anxiety flooding her voice.
“Not for long,” I both reassured and teased her. I wanted her to anticipate, wonder, even feel a shiver of nerves down her spine. It all heightened the intensity of her experience.
I came back soon, as promised. I’d picked up a couple things in the kitchen.
“How’re you doing?” I asked as I returned.
“Well, I’m kind of tied up right now.”
I loved this girl. She wanted to joke around? I wanted to see what she thought of what I had in my hand.
I sat at the side of the bed and brought out a little something from my bag of tricks. Holding it lightly, I touched it to the side of her stomach.
She drew in her breath, sharply. “What is that?”
Chuckling, I refused to tell her. “You have to guess.” I brought it down again and traced a lazy circle around her belly button. She quivered at the touch.
“Ice!” she cried out.
“Yes.” I dipped my head toward her stomach and licked a small rivulet making its way down her side. I traced the cube up and down her flat stomach, following the path with my tongue. I’d cool her down, then warm her right up.
“That’s…” She panted, twisting as I made my way up her side. “It’s—”
“Cold?” I asked as I brought the cube to the base of her breast and began to circle. This I could do all day, the cube leaking and lubricating her gorgeous, soft mound. The pants and sighs that came out of her parted lips. The way the cold ice and my hot tongue combined to make her nipples peak hard. Yes, this I liked.
“Is it too cold?” I teased, making tighter circles, up now around her nipples. I loved how her tips peaked, how much I knew they ached.
“Ash! It’s…ooh!” she cried out as I brought the ice directly onto her sensitive tip. Just when it verged on uncomfortable, I engulfed it in my hot, wet mouth. “Ah!” she cried out as I sucked her in, licking, savoring the feel of her.
“You taste so good, Anika.” I iced and licked my way along her body, taking my time, making the most of my exploration. Up at her neck, she shivered, then gasped as I sucked and bit. Along her arms, I left a trail, around her wrist ties. Shivers tremored through her, the heat and cold assaulting, blending, confusing and arousing her senses.
Then I made my way down. Her outstretched arms were nice, displaying her breasts. But her outstretched legs were even better. What a feast.
I drew the ice along her ankles, up her calves, up the insides of her thighs. I didn’t have much of the cube left now, just a small patch of ice. Then nothing. She panted, awaiting my next move.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice turning husky at the sight of her sex. She’d enjoyed my play. Her pussy glistened with arousal, flush and slick. I couldn’t wait to take her even higher, but patience. Patience was required.
I wrapped my hand around the other kitchen toy. She squirmed as I neared her sex. I took my time, settling on the bed, my face right up close to paradise.
“You look so delicious, Ana. So sweet. I want to lick every inch of you.” And with that, I took the small, metal spoon out of the pot and drizzled her inner thigh.
“What? Uh…” Ana’s question dissolved like the honey I’d dripped onto her skin, her words melting into a sigh of enjoyment. I painted her, like a masterpiece, a small dab here, a light brushstroke here, all followed by my tongue, all inching my way up her thighs.
“I’m wondering, which is sweeter?” I murmured. “The honey, or you?” I stroked her thighs and she parted even more. Bound as she was, she still had a few inches of movement available to her and she used them to offer herself up even more to me. I could play with her all day. In fact, I’d do just that.
“There’s only one way to find out.” And with that, I drizzled some honey right along her slit. Then I brought my tongue to her seam, licking all along her slick entrance, a growl of pleasure forming deep in my chest.
“Oh, it’s you, Ana. So good.” I forced myself to take my time, not bury myself in her and tongue-fuck her hard until she came. The point of all of this was to take my time, torment her, but that only worked if I actually took my time.
I brought my fingers to her sex and pet her, stroked her and she moved with me, arching her hips and moaning. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes!” she cried out, turning her head to the side. Her voice already sounded raw with need. With my fingers, I parted her folds. Her clit looked so ripe, swollen and glistening. It needed some attention.
Carefully, gently, I took the small spoon and doled out some thick, syrupy honey directly onto her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her body tensing as I did it, at my mercy.
Slowly, I leaned down and blew gently against her clit. She writhed in the sensation. Then, I brought my tongue to her and licked, swirled, savoring her like the most delicate, delicious dessert.
“Ash!” she cried out, trembling, pulling at her restraints, already close to orgasm.
I pulled away. “Not yet, baby. Wait. Can you do that for me?”
“Uh!” she whimpered in protest, her thighs quivering.
“It’s hard, I know.” I trailed my hand along her leg. “But I’ll make it worth it for you.”
I’d intended to do more, play longer, but I’d had it. Pushing her to the limit had taken me to mine. We had the rest of the night and tomorrow for more, more delays, more testing limits. Right now, I needed to take her. I needed to sink into her deep and feel her come on my cock.
I took off my jeans and rolled on a condom in seconds flat. She cried out at the sounds, knowing what I was doing, needing what was to come. I brought my hands to her thighs and gripped her, spreading her.
“You taste so good. But I need more. Are you going to take me in?”
“Yes,” she cried out, her voice wrenched from deep in her throat.
“Are you thinking about it? How good it’s going to feel?”
“Yes!” My cock twitched at the intense need in her voice.
“You’re going to feel every inch of me. Tied down, blindfolded, you’re going to be aware of every thrust.” She moaned, tossing her head to the side, straining at her ties. “Are you ready?” I was a bastard, teasing her like this, especially when I needed her just as much if not more so than she needed me. But I had her bound and panting, so close to begging, lying right before me. How could a man turn that down?
“Are you going to beg me for it?” I asked.
“Yes, Ash, please.” She panted, eager, giving me exactly what I wanted.
“What do you want?” I shifted closer, my cock now positioned just inches away from her dripping hole.
“Your cock!” she cried out, desperate. “Please, I need your cock!”
Digging my hands under her ass, I brought her sex up exactly where I wanted her. Then I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed, spread her, eased my thick crown into her quivering, drenched pussy. Then I stopped. She groaned in need.
“Do you feel how wide I spread you?” I pushed my cock in farther, still just the tip. “I’m big, Ana. And you’re so tight.”
“Ash,” she groaned, writing in frustration but unable to do anything about it. Without her hands bound, I knew she’d sink them into my hips and thrust herself up, impaling herself on my cock. But as it was, she couldn’t move. She had to wait for me to take charge.
“You’re so slick, baby.” I started to move, just my crown, in and out, a few inches in and out. “So good. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
I meant to sink in bit by bit, but I couldn’t resist. So slick, so hot, her pussy squeezing around me, I sank all the way in to the hilt.