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Valentine, Part Four

(Disclaimer: I play with a safe word. Everything in this was consensual, and I could have stopped it any time if I didn’t feel safe or comfortable.)

I squirmed around on the bed, trying to get out from under Pup. He held me down by my hair, with an arm across my back, with his weight laid into me. Saltine got back onto the bed and sat down behind me. They traced the length of the dildo over my slit.

“Please, it’s so cold.” I tried to wriggle away. The dildo was so cold it stung. Pup pulled my head into his lap and pinned my arms up on my back. “Please, please, you said you wouldn’t.”

Saltine dipped the dildo briefly into my cunt and I cried out. “Come on, get it warm,” they whispered. “It’ll hurt less if you get it warm.” At first, I started thrusting back onto it every so often to warm it up, wincing and squirming in Pup’s arms. But eventually it felt better, even a little soothing, and I heard Saltine laughing. “You know I’m not even moving it anymore. Looks like somebody likes it.”

I realized I was fucking the dildo myself and blushed, hiding my face in Pup’s lap. I fucked myself to orgasm on the dildo, but when I tried to wriggle off, Pup pushed me back down. 

“I didn’t say I was done with you,” Saltine said. They fucked me hard with the dildo, practically wrenching another two orgasms in me while I squirmed and bucked around and begged them to stop. “No, I want one more,” Saltine replied.

I literally came while sobbing.

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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.”

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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.

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Ice Play by *darjin