Fire and Ice

by Liz Andrews

  “There’s no silence rule, you can speak whenever you like.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Fair enough, I’m sure you’ll be talking soon enough.” At least he hoped she would be. “Arms out in front of you.” Her eyes widened at the sight of the black coil in his hands. “I know you didn’t ask, but I’m fairly proficient in basic rope techniques. I wouldn’t ever try to suspend you without more training, but I can tie a simple cuff.”

  “Okay, I trust you.” She said the words, but he wanted her to mean them. To trust him in everything. And she wasn’t there, not yet. But after tonight, maybe they’d be a little closer. He quickly had both wrists wrapped in the hemp, separated by a substantial length. He then proceeded to do the same to each ankle.

  “Come with me.” He walked to a corner of the room where there was a hook hanging down from the ceiling. Somewhat hobbled, she followed as quickly as she was able. He grabbed the rope between her wrists and hung the length over the hook. It pulled her arms taut above her head, and because the hook was slightly behind where she stood, caused her breasts to jut from her body. “Perfect. I did promise you a cropping after all, and in this position both your front and back are accessible.”

  Her eyes widened, but she didn’t respond. Instead he could feel her gaze following his every movement as he walked over to the table to retrieve his crop. It was black leather, and the end had a flat rectangular piece of double leather that offered twice the sting when landing just right. He also picked up another piece of leather, her collar.

  He walked back toward her, pausing for a moment. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he brought the collar around her neck and buckled it into place. Stepping back, he reveled in the sight of her, bound and ready for him, the symbol of his ownership circling her neck.

  “This can offer both pleasure and pain.” He walked in a slow circle around her. Her ass was round and firm and perfect to receive the cropping. Unable to wait any longer, he brought the black leather down, slapping her lightly first on the right ass cheek and then the left. She jerked at the initial strike but otherwise offered no reaction. Victor walked around until he was facing her and then pressed the crop between her opened legs, rubbing back and forth along her pussy lips. She moaned and squirmed in her bindings. “See what I mean.”

  “Yes.” She nodded as if for emphasis.

  As he pulled the leather from between her thighs, he noted with a smile it was damp with her juices. Oh yes, she definitely was feeling the pleasure.

  “I take it you like your reward.”

  “Yes, yes I do.”

  “Good,” he said as he walked back around to face her delectable ass. He wanted her to enjoy this, because what he planned for her later would more than likely be less pleasing to the stubborn beauty.

  He drew the crop back and watched as she grasped at her bonds, her muscles tight as if she was bracing herself for the impact. Instead, he gently ran the leather over her ass, caressing the welts already there. Then just when she began to relax, he landed a sharp blow to her exposed rear. She took the strike well, her only response a whoosh of air from her lungs.

  He took his time treating her backside with the leather, alternating back and forth between each cheek. Stepping back, Victor surveyed his work on her ass. Crisscrosses of red welts covered her buttocks. Damn, she looked beautiful. He bet she’d look even better with matching marks in the front.

  Aroused at the thought and at the naughty things they were doing together, Victor reached out and spun her around to face him. The abrupt movement threw Tanya off a bit, if her expression was anything to go by.

  Victor began to stroke the crop over her breasts, tapping the tip to tease her nipples to two pert peaks. Without any warning, he struck her left breast, leaving a red welt right above the hardened nub. Tanya gasped, but before she could comprehend what was happening, he landed two more blows in quick succession. He treated the right breast equally until a total of six sharp lines stood out on the golden mounds.

  His desire for her at this moment was tremendous. Her face was flushed from the workout he was giving her, eyes closed and lips slightly parted in a smile of pleasure. He could smell the scent of her arousal in the air.

  “You like this, don’t you?” He tapped the crop against her thigh, and she moaned, low and guttural. “You like being helpless and at my whim.”

  “Yeeeees.” The word was drawn from her, as if she hated to admit it but couldn’t help herself.

  She was ready.

  Pulling the safety scissors from his back pocket, he cut the length of rope between her legs in half and then did the same to the one between her wrists. Her arms dropped, and he began to rub them. “Okay?”

  She nodded. “Thank you.”

  He jerked his head toward the table. “Lie down, flat on your back.” He knew her back must be burning, but Tanya scrambled up on it anyway. He took each wrist and secured it to the table next to each hip. She could sit up if she wanted to, although it would be a bit awkward. “I’m going to leave your legs free, for now.”

  Once again he could feel her gaze follow him as he walked over to the items he had laid out. “Tonight I want to play a little game of truth or consequences. As long as you tell me the truth, no consequences. Understand the rules?”

  “Yes.” Her voice sounded hollow, and he wondered what she was dreading to reveal. He knew she wouldn’t be able to defy him, because her innate need to obey would take over, which meant he’d learn everything he wanted to know from her.

  High off the endorphins from the cropping she’d received, Tanya felt her stomach drop when Victor announced his idea of a game.

  Truth or consequences, my ass.

  The whole thing sounded like pure torture to her. Wasn’t it bad enough she had poured out her soul to Molly this evening? Now Victor wanted a piece as well?

  She glanced over to the table where he was standing, trying to see what he had in store for her. As much as she tried, she couldn’t make out what toys he’d laid out. And when she saw him returning with the blindfold, she realized he was determined she wasn’t going to know what was coming.

  “Lift your head up for me.” He fastened the covering over her eyes. She listened intently, trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He hadn’t moved away and all she could hear was the sound of her own heart beating. She jerked when he trailed a finger over one of the welts on her breast. “How did you like your cropping?”

  “Ah, it was good.”

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He pinched her nipple, drawing a moaning cry from her. “We’ve started the game. If you don’t tell the truth, you get the consequence.” He gave her captured peak a twist, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle her sigh of desire. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, but if this was the consequence, she was more than happy to experience it. What he was doing was giving her more pleasure than she’d ever want to admit. Aroused, she began to shift restlessly, squeezing her legs together to alleviate the sensations, when suddenly he released his hold on her. “Now, would you like to try your answer again?”

  “I loved it. It was more than I’d ever expected.” She swallowed hard, shocked that she’d been so honest with him.

  “Good girl. Now you get a reward.” His mouth captured her tortured nipple. The wet suction had her arching her back. It felt so good, she didn’t want it to end. When he began to pull back, she tried to raise her hands to hold his head to her, forgetting her wrists were restrained. Instead she was only able to give a cry of despair when he released her nipple with a pop. He blew a light puff of air over her wet peak, causing the hardened nub to tighten even more painfully.

  “Ready for your next question?”

  “Not really.”

  “Ahh, an honest answer.” He chuckled. “I guess your other nipple does deserve equal treatment.”

  Tanya began to squirm anew as he took her other peak into his mouth. Victor sucked much harder, nibbling and raking his teeth ove
r the sensitive tip. The accompanying throbbing in her pussy was driving her mad. She knew she’d receive a true punishment if she came, so she fought her natural urges. But she knew she had to eventually ask for his help. “Oh God, Victor, it’s too much; I can’t stand it.”

  He gave one more gentle bite and then released her. She gave a shuddering sigh. “Thank you.”

  “You are most welcome.” She heard his footsteps walking away and realized he was most likely heading over to the table where he had laid out the toys. “So what did you talk with Molly about tonight?”

  Was that what this was really about? She couldn’t lie to him, but she didn’t know how she could tell him about all the things she’d revealed to Molly.

  “No answer?”

  “I’m thinking.”

  “I see. So instead of just answering me, you have to think about what you want to say?”

  “Is that so wrong?”

  “It makes me wonder why you can’t answer me forthright.” She could hear his footsteps returning to her side. “You wouldn’t be thinking about lying to me, would you?”

  “No.” As soon as the word left her mouth, she regretted it. He’d know she was lying. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

  “Sorry, you knew the rules of the game.” Something light began to circle her navel. “I wonder if you’re ticklish.”

  “That’s not a question, is it?” She gasped as what she finally realized was a feather started to trail down over her hip. In an attempt to avoid the tickle torture, she tried to roll away from him, but he held her still with the flat of his palm on her stomach.

  “No, I think I already know the answer anyway.” He dragged the feather across the top of her mound before dipping it between her thighs. She clasped her legs together, but her defiance didn’t last long. “No, I want your legs spread. You close them again and I’ll tie them down.”

  With great reluctance, she slowly moved her legs apart. This was never going to work. At some point, she’d break. She knew her body.

  Victor seemed to know her body pretty well too. The feather teased at her opening, the tip dipping inside. She clenched her hands tightly as she fought the urge to close her legs, groaning when he pulled the feather out of her. He used the soaked, wet end to circle her sensitive clit. Fuck, she couldn’t help it. Tanya’s legs slammed tight against the torture even as she tried her best to keep them apart.

  Victor’s heavy sigh of disappointment was nothing compared to her own. Still she pleaded with him, even knowing he wouldn’t be swayed. “No, please, don’t restrain my legs.”

  “Now, how could I teach you to trust me if I make you a promise and then don’t follow through?” He grasped her right leg, pulling it to the edge of the table and quickly securing it before doing the same to the left leg. His hand stroked up her calf, tickling a little bit at the back of her knee before he stepped away.

  “Are you prepared to answer my question now?”

  She racked her brain for a moment, trying to remember the question through the haze of desire she was feeling. Oh yes, Molly and their talk.

  “I told her about us, that I agreed to your proposition.”

  He was silent for a long moment. “Was that it?”

  “No.” Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn’t he be satisfied with a submissive who would be willing to do anything sexually he would ask?

  “Am I going to be forced to drag everything from you?”

  “I… This is hard for me.”

  “Here’s some incentive then.” She heard a click and then the room was filled with a humming sound. As soon as the vibrations touched her foot, she knew what it was, and she knew then she was lost.

  “It was all about trust,” she cried out. She’d hoped as soon as she revealed that, he’d turn off the vibrator, but she wasn’t so lucky.

  “Tell me more.” The vibrations began to travel up her leg, but before he reached the apex of her thigh, he moved the toy to the other leg. She knew he had asked her to tell him more, but he must be insane to think she could talk while he was doing these things to her body.

  Tanya wanted him to move the vibrator to her pussy and at the same time hoped he wouldn’t. A few moments against her clit and she’d break. She wanted to come, especially after all the torture he’d put her through today, but she had another need as well. Her submissive side wanted to please him, to show him she could follow his commands.

  “What did you tell Molly about trust?” His voice was even, and she couldn’t tell if he was upset with her delay. All she knew for certain was that he wasn’t stopping. The vibrations had covered most of her body at this point. Everywhere except the places she’d hoped and feared.

  “I told her…” She gasped as he moved the vibrator up her body to tease around the soft flesh of her breasts. Focus. “I was afraid of opening up and letting someone in.”

  “You’ve mentioned this before. I think it’s time you told me why.”

  This was the very reason she didn’t want to tell him. Revealing her past hurts would make her more vulnerable than being tied or cropped ever did. “My experiences with men have proven to me they can’t be trusted.”

  “I want specifics.”

  She didn’t know if she could do what he wanted. At the same time, she’d promised him she would trust him until he proved himself unworthy. And to date, he’d not betrayed her. “My dad left my mom, my fiancé was going to leave me before I beat him to the punch. Men leave. I’ve figured out it’s better to cut loose first. If I don’t allow anyone in, I can’t get hurt.”

  “I want to be the man who proves you wrong. But until you expose yourself to the possibility, you’ll continue to be disappointed.”

  Deep in her heart, she still worried it was all a mirage, but she honestly wanted to believe in him. “I’ll try.”

  “Good girl. And now your reward.” The vibrator tickled over the tips of her breasts, making them even harder. This reward was becoming more difficult to enjoy every moment she wasn’t able to come. Tanya couldn’t relieve the aching in her pussy because of her restraints. The only way she would receive satisfaction is if she asked Victor for it.

  “Victor, please, I can’t take it anymore. I want…need to come so bad. Please, may I come?”

  “Since you ask so prettily, yes, you may.” She could hear him flip the switch on the vibrator to the higher setting, and then he pressed it hard against her clit.

  Tanya writhed with pleasure as the buzzing vibrations shook her body. She arched her back and tried to escape the torment of the toy, but he wouldn’t be budged. Her legs tensed and hips lifted; she screamed out her release as it exploded through her, but he didn’t stop.

  Restrained as she was, Tanya was unable to escape the onslaught of stimulation. Even as the first orgasm rushed through her, she could feel her body stuck on overdrive, not allowing her to come down from the climax. The intensity gripped her, and she wanted to escape, while at the same time she wanted it to never end.

  Finally, when she thought she could take no more, he pulled the toy away, switching it off. She collapsed back against the table, her body still spasming as she attempted to recover.

  “I’m so proud of you.” And she could hear it in his voice.

  Tanya smiled, knowing she had pleased him. She lay on the table, depleted, but happy. Victor was untying her wrists, and she realized at some point he had already untied her legs; she just hadn’t noticed. Then he was helping her sit up and take off the blindfold. Although the light in the room was dimmed, she blinked and squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the small bottle of water he pressed into her hand, but she drank it empty with eagerness. When she tried to move, she felt herself sway and sat back down heavily on the table, dropping the bottle.

  “Sit still and just take a minute to acclimate yourself.” He sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Without thought as to how it would look, she slipped both arms around his waist. Instead of pushing h
er away as she feared he might, he wrapped his other arm around her as well and squeezed tight. The comfort of his embrace settled her as nothing else would.

  After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around. There were no clocks in the room and she had no concept of time, but it seemed as if they had been there forever.

  “What time—”

  “Do you want—”

  They both spoke at once, and she laughed slightly at the irony of it. “I’m sorry; what were you going to say?”

  “Do you want to take a shower?”

  The idea of a hot shower sounded heavenly, and she nodded. “Thanks, I’d appreciate it. Do you know what time it is?”

  “Why, do you have someplace to be?”

  “No, I just wondered.”

  “Late enough.” He stood and then helped her up as well. “Take your shower, and I’ll clean up in here.”

  She nodded and headed toward the door. Turning as she reached the entrance, she glanced back over her shoulder to see Victor still standing next to the table, his back to her. Exiting the room, she made her way to the master suite, gathered her stuff, and headed into the bathroom.

  For some reason, when she’d seen him standing there, she had wanted to go back across the room and wrap her arms around him. As if he needed comforting. She had no idea why that strange thought even popped into her head, because it was ludicrous. He didn’t need anything, certainly not her. In fact, she wasn’t sure why she was even staying there with him, other than possibly the convenience. Except for her, it would hurt twice as much when the week ended, and she would have to leave.

  She enjoyed the almost-scalding-hot shower, allowing the hot water to massage her aching muscles. Glancing down at her breasts, she surveyed the crop marks and wondered for a moment what the ones on her ass looked like. She almost hated to admit it, but the idea of wearing Victor’s marks pleased her.