Trapped, Part 6
When Switch returned, I heard a crack beside me, a hollow noise, and then the click of something being set down beside me on the bedside table. I groaned around my panties and tilted my head to the side, despite being unable to see what he was doing anyway. He pulled my panties from my mouth and said, “I’ve got a little surprise for you, give it a kiss.” Something cold touched my mouth and my eyes widened behind the blindfold when the felt the cool water drip down my lips. It was an ice cube.
He moved the ice cube away from my mouth. It was a hot night and it was dripping fast. He positioned it over my back and let the freezing drops hit my skin for a few moments before running it right down my spine. I gasped hard, my body stiffened, my hands clenched into fists. As he circled it around my shoulder blades, I was torn between trying to move myself closer to it and trying to avoid the chill that burned down to my bones.
He moved it down to my tailbone and let go of it, allowing it to slide between my buttocks, over my slit, onto my clit, then down to what I now had deduced was a towel between me. He did it over and over as I gasped, squealed, begged, moaned, and squirmed fruitlessly. I cried out as he rubbed the last little sliver of it against my clit until it melted. The pain was indescribably intense, yet unbearably erotic. I knew I was soaked.
He wiped his hand on my ass and chuckled, “ready for number two, baby?"
I braced myself as I heard the crack of another cube being removed from the tray.