Trapped, Part 7
Switch used cubes two, three, and four while I was on my stomach, making me kiss each one before he took it to my body. I was trembling when he untied my legs, rolled me over, and retied me on my back. My back was thankful to feel the towel soaking up some of the freezing water.
The attention paid to my nipples with the ice drove me closer and closer to the edge. I was shocked how worked up I was getting. I practically shrieked when he covered his hand in ice water and cupped my cunt. I couldn’t stop shaking when he started to rub my clit with one hand as he ran the ice over my lips with the other.
“You want to cum?” he asked. I nodded frantically, he chuckled. “You’re going to have to be a brave girl and do something for me first.”
“Anything,” I gasped out.
He moved the ice cube down and shoved it halfway into my ass. If I hadn’t been tied to the bed, I would have jumped into the air. I was panting, crying out, thrashing as hard as I could.
“Are you okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
I nodded. “It…it hurts,” I breathed out, “but I like it…” My body was bucking up against his hand, still on my clit. The orgasm came strongly, working with the pain to produce an unfathomable intensity that nearly knocked the wind out of me. I was panting afterward as if I had just run a marathon. I was freezing cold and tingling. We had gone through about six ice cubes, total.
He wrapped me in the towel and started to dry me off. Kissing my trembling lips, he murmured, “damn, you are tough as nails.”