Fire and Ice

by Liz Andrews

  He proceeded on to her left breast and nipple, subjecting them to the same treatment as the right. By the time he’d finished, she was trembling. Not from fright, but passion. As crazy as it seemed, the knife scraping over her skin had been a turn-on. If she thought she’d been ready to come before, she was at the edge of the abyss now. And he hadn’t even touched her clit since dropping the wax there.

  “My little submissive liked her reward.” His finger stroked over her slit, sliding back and forth in the wetness he found gathered there.

  She could feel herself blush at the truth of the matter. “Yes. The hot and cold was so…stimulating.”

  “Since you did so well, I’ve got another surprise for you.”

  “What?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see. But first, we need to get rid of this.” He scrapped a fingernail over her clit to remove the dollop of wax, causing her to whoop in surprise. “All done now.”

  He began to clean up then, gathering the wax he’d removed from her breasts and throwing it out. When he returned to her side, he laid his hand on her belly. She immediately realized he was wearing some kind of bumpy glove. The little nubs seemed stiff, and she wondered if it was made of rubber.

  “This is a pet grooming glove, but I like to use it to remove wax.” He started to massage her belly, running his hand over the soft flesh. The bumps in the glove dug into her skin but didn’t pierce the flesh. “Since you’ve been such a good girl after you learned your lesson about breaking the rules, I’m going to allow you the choice to move if you want to.”

  “Thank you.” She stretched under his hand then, luxuriating in the freedom he’d given her.

  “Just remember, you still may not come without my permission.”

  Moving down to her legs, he repeated his massage from earlier, starting once again at her feet and moving upward. Even though he’d given her the choice to move, she vowed to herself she wouldn’t close her legs, no matter what happened. It was a vow she was soon regretting when his hand reached her inner thighs.

  The closer he inched toward her pussy, the more she craved his touch. She wanted the press of the glove against her clit. She wanted him to penetrate her with his covered fingers. Tanya arched her hips in a silent cry for contact where she needed it the most.

  “What is it? Tell me what you need.”

  “Please, please touch me.”

  “I am touching you.”

  “No.” The desperation in her voice was loud and clear. “Fuck me with your fingers, pinch my clit, please.”

  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “Yes, yes, please.”

  He moved his hand to her opening, separating and widening the folds there. His fingers slid along her lips, massaging the tender flesh with the hard rubber nubs of the glove. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be filled. To feel the hardness biting into her clit, squeezing it until she came in a shattering orgasm. And that was when she realized what she’d done.

  Tanya had begged for her own torment. Because Victor had never given her permission to come. He’d asked her if she was sure, and she’d stupidly agreed without thought. She would either fail him or be left aching and frustrated. Neither option seemed appealing.

  Oh so slowly he began to push a finger into her. She arched her back off the table in need, wanting the fullness while dreading it.

  “So hungry, my slut. Just how long do you think you can avoid the inevitable?”

  As long as it takes. “Not coming without permission,” Tanya insisted, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps, wondering if she could in fact fulfill the promise.

  Victor curved his finger upward, stroking along her inner walls, unerringly finding her sweet spot within. Her head rolled back and forth helplessly on the table as she fought her own body. He added a second digit then, pressing inside her, forcing his away through the swollen, delicate tissues. She jerked her hips, trying without success to flee from his persistent hand, all the while truly not wanting to escape at all.

  “How strong are you?”

  She didn’t have a chance to answer. Just then she felt a brush over her clit, a barely there touch that felt almost like butterfly wings. Her passion wound in her, tighter and tighter as her senses whirled. With her heart thumping wildly, everything else faded away except the sensations centered between her legs. She barely felt the additional slick finger added to her, working inside with just a little roughness.

  It was delicious punishment. She wanted it to end; she wanted it to go on forever; she wanted to come. The need for her pleasure warred with her desire to please. But her body was beginning to betray her. Tanya wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to go on.

  He started to pluck at her clit then, making it swell and throb with need. She ached under the merciless assault. “Oh God, no more.” Sobbing with frustration, she arched her back, pushing her pelvis into his wicked hand, begging him for release.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Let me come, for God’s sake, please.”

  He made a tsking sound of disappointment. “That didn’t sound too submissive to me. Try again.”

  “Please let your slut come. I ache so much. Please, please, please.”

  He began to rub furiously at her clit then. “Come, come now.” Her orgasm ripped through her like an explosion, spasm after spasm reverberating throughout her drenched cleft. Just as she was starting to come down and catch her breath, she realized he hadn’t stopped his motions. He continued to stroke her, pushing her toward yet another higher orgasmic plateau.

  After the never-ending climax, he finally removed his hand, allowing her to collapse back on the table, boneless and replete. He gently removed the blindfold and stroked his hand over her cheek. She lay there, unable to move while he cleaned the rest of the wax from her body and disposed of it. Turning her head slightly, she saw him returning to her side. It was impossible for her to miss his erection straining behind his zipper.

  Victor had given her so much, tempting and teasing her before bringing her to the heights of passion. All the while denying himself an orgasm. She reached out and ran her knuckles over the bulge. He surprised her by shackling her wrist in his hand and pulling it away from him.

  “Who told you it was okay to touch me?”

  “I…no one.”

  “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

  She shook her head helplessly. There was a need in her that she couldn’t resist. “I wanted to please you.”

  He released her hand then with a chuckle. “Oh you will. But it won’t be your hand that satisfies me.”

  She shivered in delight, wondering what he had planned for her next.

  Chapter Ten

  Victor smiled at the look of delight that came into Tanya’s eyes. He loved the fact she could no longer disguise her desires. And he could no longer deny his need for her. Still, he’d allowed her to escape her submissive duties once. It wouldn’t be good for it to become a habit. “It’s time you cleaned up the room.”

  He walked over to the one and only comfortable chair in the room and sat down. Thinking she would be reticent, he was surprised at how she jumped from the table to do his bidding. Tanya was quick and efficient in her efforts, and he was able to enjoy the sight of her nude and cleaning, a personal fetish even he didn’t know he had.

  “That’s good enough for now. Come here.” She walked over to the chair and sank to her knees beside him, all without prompting. More and more, it seemed as if she was acting on instinct. He reached out to stroke her head, smooth back the stray strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail. “I’m going to extinguish the candles. I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me.”

  “How do you want me?”

  He twisted his hand around her hair, pulling her head up. “I want you to think about what I would want, and then present yourself to me in that fashion.”

  Tanya’s eyes widened, and then she nodded. Since he hadn’t released her hair, the mo
vement brought tears to her eyes. Victor let her go then, and she rose to her feet and left the room.

  As he walked around the room dousing the candles, he wondered if she was agonizing over his command. When he was finished, he picked up a few items he planned to use later, left the room, and headed to the bedroom. The door was closed, and he took a deep breath before opening it. Although he’d just been thinking about how instinctively she’d been acting as the week progressed, his pleasure and pride in her as he opened the door knew no bounds.

  Tanya was kneeling on the bed, her head down, and her ass in the air. Her legs were spread wide, and she had reached around to pull apart her ass cheeks. In this position, she was exposed and vulnerable.

  Victor set down the items he’d brought in with him from the playroom and then made himself comfortable in the wingback chair. All the while looking at Tanya, he removed his socks and shoes. He had noticed she shifted slightly when he first entered the room, but since then she had remained still. Standing, he quickly stripped off his shirt and shucked his pants and briefs.

  “What made you decide to present yourself in this manner?” He was curious about how she would respond.

  “Because of how you wanted me to prepare for this evening.”

  “I asked you to do a lot of things.”

  “Yes, including an enema. I figured there would be only one reason…”

  He couldn’t fault her logic. Especially since she was right. That she’d picked the exact way he wanted her on the bed was only a bonus. Her ass on display was too tempting to resist. Reaching out, he pushed her hands out of the way to palm the round, soft flesh. As good as this felt, he didn’t think he could wait much longer to be inside her.

  Picking up the bottle of oil he’d brought in with him, he flicked open the top and poured a stream over the crack of her ass. He rubbed the oil down over her opening, coating the area thoroughly. Tanya was no longer able to remain still and began to press back against him as he caressed her.

  “Hmm, you like this, do you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I know you’ve had things in your ass, but have you ever been fucked there before?”

  “No, never.”

  She was so damned responsive to everything he did, he was just amazed she’d gotten this far in life without some other man recognizing her for the gem she was. He was also thankful.

  As he continued to massage the area, she exclaimed, “Don’t tease me.”

  Although a pretty plea, he wasn’t going to give in to her demands. “Patience, my little slut, patience.”

  He began to finger her rosette, slipping his oil-coated finger inside her anus. She groaned and pushed back against his hand, encouraging further penetration. Adding a second finger, he scissored them back and forth in an effort to loosen the tightness. When he pulled his hand free to wipe it on the towel he’d brought in with him, she gave a slight whimper. He took hold of her ponytail, pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Oh God, please fuck me, please fuck my ass.”

  Happy to oblige, he released his hold on her hair. Ripping open a condom package, he rolled the latex over his straining erection. Then, pouring a generous amount of the oil over his covered cock, he spread it around until it was completely coated. Centering his cock against her anus, he began to press forward, slowly penetrating her ass. She was so fucking tight, he had to grit his teeth as he pushed inch by inch into her hot depths.

  She started pushing backward, as if trying for deeper penetration, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He landed a sharp crack to her ass, and she stilled immediately. “I’m running this show. There’s no need to rush.” She nodded her assent, her hands clenching at the comforter beneath her.

  He needed to make sure that this was good for her. Even though he liked to deliver pain with a flogger, this was one time he wanted her to feel only pleasure. “I want you to stroke your clit and finger your pussy. Get yourself nice and wet for me.” She hesitated for a moment before she braced herself with one hand and pushed the other between her legs. Once she started playing with herself, he began to press forward. Now somewhat distracted, she began to relax, and he was able to penetrate her fully.

  Once he was balls deep, he paused for a moment to allow her to be accustomed to the fullness. The feeling of being inside her was as incredible as he’d imagined. He noticed she was breathing heavily, as if she’d run a race. “Are you doing okay?”

  “Yes.” She glanced back over her shoulder at him. “It’s so much more intimate than I’d imagined.”

  “So does my cock feel good deep in your ass?”

  “Yes.” She flashed a wicked grin then. “I bet it would feel even better if you were fucking me now, though.”

  “Really?” He pulled back slowly, until just the head of his cock was enclosed by her anal ring, and then slowly pushed forward. “Like this?”

  Tanya groaned and nodded. “Yes, more…”

  Victor started to fuck her then, long, deep strokes into her ass. Each time he thrust in, she let out loud moan. His cock was sliding in and out of her virgin ass with ease now, and she was thrusting back with every push, spurring him on.

  “It’s so…good, don’t stop.”

  Knowing she was now enjoying herself, he began to move a little faster, pumping his cock into her ass. He slapped her left buttock as he thrust into her, and she gave a small whoop of surprise as he treated her right side to the same treatment. She moaned and clenched her ass around him, eliciting a groan in response from him.

  “Are you getting close to coming?”

  “Yes…no…I won’t come without permission.”

  Glad that she was so conditioned, he smiled. “You’re a very good girl. But I want you to come when I tell you. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  “You. Are. Mine.” Each word was punctuated as he thrust forward into her ass.

  “Yes yes yes.”

  Gripping her round ass cheeks, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts until he was fucking her ass hard. “Rub your clit for me; I want you to come.”

  Her hand was a flurry of movement as she did his bidding.

  “Ahhh,” she cried out and arched her back, her body rippling with the force of her orgasm. He leaned over her body, needing to mark her as his. His mouth locked onto the tender skin, just below her collar where her neck joined her shoulder. As her ass clenched around his cock, he could hold off his own climax no longer and shot his seed.

  As both of them breathed heavily, he very slowly and with much care pulled his cock from her ass. She gave a little moan and dropped onto the bed. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom and cleaned himself before doing the same for her.

  Tanya opened her eyes and smiled at him in what he could only describe as a loving fashion when he turned and tucked her into bed. The mark he’d left on her neck was a blatant reminder she was his. He joined her in the bed, pulled her close, and wrapped his arms around her. Tomorrow he would present her with the gift he’d planned to give her tonight.

  *

  Waking up in the early hours of dawn, Tanya lay there for a moment contemplating events from the night before. When she’d fallen asleep, she’d felt cherished and, dare she say it, loved. But in the cold, harsh morning light, she worried she’d mistaken lust for love. She’d known when she accepted his proposition that it had a time limit, and their time together was over. Victor hadn’t asked for anything else other than one week, and he certainly hadn’t indicated any future for them, even though she’d hoped for more.

  She wasn’t going to be the pathetic woman who hung around long after the expiration date. Instead, she’d make it easy for him and be gone before he woke up. They could avoid the uncomfortable confrontation. Even though she thought this was the best way to do things, she couldn’t avoid the niggling worry in the back of her head that she was making a mistake.

  Pushing the unco
mfortable thought out of her mind for the moment, Tanya eased from the bed, doing her best to avoid waking Victor. She tiptoed from the bedroom to call a taxi. When informed it would be a while, she decided to take a quick shower. After dressing, she gathered the remainder of her clothes and stuffed them into her suitcase.

  She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at Victor still asleep. There was one last task she needed to complete, but it was proving to be the hardest of all. Fingering the leather of her collar, Tanya finally set it on the bedside table. She didn’t leave a note, knowing the collar would be all Victor would need to know that she had left.

  Before she changed her mind, she quickly exited the room, refusing to turn back to take one last look at Victor. With every step, she felt as if she was leaving her true self back in the room behind her.

  Tanya had called a taxi to pick her up since she didn’t have her car. Not wanting to wake Victor, she went out to the curb with her suitcase to wait for the cab to arrive. While she sat there, she thought about her actions; something she’d been avoiding for too long. By the time the distinctive yellow car arrived, she’d made a decision.

  “You Tanya Garcia?”

  She nodded. “Sorry to make you come out all this way, but I don’t need the ride.” Before he could make an angry retort, she handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

  He took the money and then nodded at her suitcase. “You sure?”

  “Yes, very sure.”

  As the taxi pulled away, Tanya returned to the house. She hoped she was making the right decision, but running away just hadn’t been sitting right with her. As much as she dreaded the conversation, she was going to tell Victor how she was feeling. He might still turn away from her, but at least she would have given their relationship a chance.

  She took a nervous step into the bedroom, wondering if Victor had discovered her desertion yet. But everything looked just as it had when she left, including her collar lying on the bedside table. Walking over to the table, she reached out to pick it up when she was interrupted.

  “Change your mind?” The harsh tone stilled her fingers on the leather.