Fire and Ice for the Holidays

She whimpers… unsure of my intentions.

Completely naked, except for the satin blindfold and oversized ballgag held in her beautiful lips, she is on all fours on my oversized coffee table. I can tell she can see a little bit, despite the blindfold, her subtle head movements give it away. The room is completely dark, devoid of any light, except the tiny tea-light candle I hold in the palm of my left hand.

“Wicked Game” plays as I circle her, my bare feet moving silently on the floor as the flickering flame seems to cause shadows to leap and reach for her body.

[leaning close, I whisper into her left ear] “You want something, don’t you?”

I place my ice-filled highball glass against her left hip, condensation clings to her skin and begins to trickle down her thigh.

Her head turns to the left and she nods slowly… maybe even utters another muffled whimper. She knows those sounds she makes while gagged drive me insane, she does it on purpose… no doubt about it.

I move behind her, trailing the cold glass back over her left cheek, briefly nestling into the cleft of her bumm, the cold against her naughty bits causes her to spasm just a bit, then I continue to move the frigid glass over her right cheek, then to her right hip.

[leaning close, now I whisper into her right ear] “Where do you want me?”

Sweat from my highball glass tickles down the outside of her right thigh as her head now turns to the right and I think I see a smile with that huge ballgag filling her mouth. She wags her bumm subtly, naughtily… so vulnerable in this position… she excites me so much I can barely control myself. I take the glass from her skin and in a sweeping motion, pass the candle beneath her horizontal body. The light and shadow play across the walls and even the ceiling is indescribable, and as the heat licks up at her bellybutton, she sucks in both her tummy and a quick breath… and freezes.

I smile at the irony… the ice makes her hot… but the flame caused her to freeze… completely freeze. Her head is still cocked to the right, but now there’s no hiney shaking and teasing… now she’s not entirely sure what is about to happen.

I move the candle out from beneath her and bring it up close to my face, my lips close… so close to her right ear... “Lover…

[I place the cold highball glass right at her tailbone… balanced precariously atop those haunches… it causes her to arch and shudder suddenly and the glass shakes and sloshes… the ice chips clinking around]

… you’re going to have to beg.”

She seems to relax a bit, perhaps liking the thought of begging for what she knows I am dying to give her, feeling like she has a bit of control over her situation… but her reprieve is short-lived.

I pass the candle beneath her, lingering momentarily near her right breast… the flame’s heat instantly licking at her nipple and I feel her entire body tense... she inhales sharply, despite the gag in her mouth and I think was about to cry out.

My right hand, no longer holding the highball glass, but still terribly cold, is instantly on her right breast, kneading it roughly in my cold, wet hand… then tugging down mercilessly at her nipple… her arms momentarily wobble and I imagine beneath the black satin blindfold, her eyes flutter.

Maybe she’s pondering her decision to sneak away from her life and come to my home tonight.

[my hand comes away from her breast, then begins to work at the buckle holding her gag in place]

Maybe she’s wondering if I’m going to hurt her in ways she’s not entirely comfortable with.

[I release the gag and with a wet kissing sound, it falls from her inviting mouth]

[her lip quivers… her head still cocked to the right… then she speaks without permission] “The glass of ice… sooo cold… it burns”

Condensation running down the side of the glass has pooled nicely on her backside and with every breath, with every movement… the ever growing little puddle of chilled water threatens to surrender to gravity and trickle down between her ass cheeks, wetting her rosette and chilling her kitty nicely.

I lean in close to her right ear again… but this time… hissing “Yessssss.”

I reach and take the highball glass, replacing it with the tea light candle, setting it carefully at her tailbone… hot wax pooling around the base of the wick… it’s only a matter of time until it spills over the edge of the candle and drips.

I don’t think she knows what I’ve done… I’m quite certain that her body was bit numb from the highball glass… I doubt she’s aware the candle is even resting on her… or that she’s only a >twitch<>spasm< away from the surprise and sting of the hot wax

“Open up love, I have something for you.”

Your mouth opens obediently and I roughly push inside… your head moves against me, meeting my every thrust… the cold glass and burning candle continue to balance on your backside… but as my thrusting continues to be more forceful… it is only a matter of time.

“Steady love… steady… or you’ll make me cum”

Clearly… you take that as a challenge and begin to move and gyrate more fervently. You take me all the way inside, the sounds of your sucking me begin to drown out the music playing… you are soooo good at what you do.

I look down and see the hot wax rolling around at the wick’s base… about to slosh out any second. To seal my fate, I lean down and whisper into your ear “Mmmm, I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

You move suddenly… too suddenly… perhaps to gain some leverage, maybe to just slightly adjust your position to better accommodate me in your mouth, but I see the wax lap up over the edge of the candle and spill onto your skin. It’s hot… no doubt about it… I’m sure it burns… just a little. You stop sucking, and there is a gagged whimper… but it’s alright lover… I’ll finish your work for you. I close my eyes and place my hands behind your head as my body flies past the point of no return. My last few violent thrusts into your defenseless mouth cause more of the hot wax to slosh out and splatter on to your backside and I see your fingers have curled, as if trying to claw at the soft pine wood of the coffee table you are being violated upon.

I push deep into your mouth, then freeze… holding… stretching the instant… then to the sound of your muffled cries and whimpers, my cock erupts… my mind reels as I empty myself into you… and you consume me… totally… completely… absolutely.