Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  “Are you happy, Milady?”

  She smiled warmly at him and squeezed his hand.

  “I am happy,” she said. “I like that you’re so thoughtful.”

  He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips gently.

  She looked down, and then looked back up. She had a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips. She pulled his hand towards her mouth and returned the kiss to his. Then she turned his hand over and sensually kissed the soft flesh under his thumb, her eyes never leaving his.

  He could feel his arousal growing, as if her kiss had a direct line to his cock, making it throb with desire. When she sank her teeth into the same spot, he sucked in his breath, the pain of it deliciously exquisite.

  Reagan had a way of gauging the exact amount of sting to release his endorphins but not cause him any harm.

  Enough to keep him wanting more and more.

  He felt his cock responding to her touch, growing in his crotch to it’s full length. He held his breath, waiting for whatever she would do next. He wanted to pick her up and slide her onto his cock, sinking into the pussy he knew was wet for him.

  “Come with me,”she whispered, standing up, “and bring the bag.”

  She grinned.

  He picked up the bag and followed her. She took him into the same room as his first visit and he followed her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of it, crossing one long, delectable leg over the other.

  He stood in front of her, resisting the urge to lay her back on the bed and kiss her deeply. If it was a normal situation, he would have taken the lead. He would have pushed back on the bed, opened his pants, and then climbed over her, putting his cock directly above her mouth. Instinctively she would have obeyed, taking him into her mouth and sucking on his long, throbbing member until he spilled his cum all over her mouth and lips.

  Then he would turn her over, and lower himself so that his mouth was close to her ass and pussy. From behind, he’d lick her pussy, sucking on the clit and sliding his tongue deep inside her, making her squirm with desire. Just when she was about to cum, he’d stop, denying her orgasm. Then he’d slide his hard cock inside her and fuck her so hard she’d moan and cry out. He’d wrap her hair in his fist and pull her head back as he fucked her, only stopping when they came together, her crying out with the ecstasy of her orgasm, him cumming inside her so deeply, so fully, that he could fantasize about making her pregnant.

  That was what he’d normally do. That was the Ethan he was used to being.

  This game they were about to play, was something different, and it excited him every bit as much as if he’d been taking the dominant role.

  She was in the lead, and his cock twitched with anticipation for what might happen if he was patient enough to let the lady take command.

  “Take your shirt off, my Pet,” she ordered.

  He felt a shiver flow through him as his cock throbbed with longing for her.

  This was going to be fun.

  She gave him a little wink and he smiled back at her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. With each button unfastened, he raised his eyebrows mischievously at her. She did her best to maintain her composure, but he could tell she was charmed by his playfulness.

  “You’re being cheeky. I may have to spank you,” she said with mock authority.

  He smirked back.

  “Would that turn you on, Milady?” he asked, hoping it would.

  She nodded slowly.

  “You have no idea,” she said, her eyes filled with desire.

  That turned him on even more. He wasn’t used to seeing a woman tell him what her fantasies were. He knew his girls liked being fucked by him, he knew they liked being taken and claimed and made to beg for more, but he had no idea what a woman would ask for if she was the one in the driver’s seat. That thought burned through his imagination and made him desire her so fully it consumed him.

  Once he had removed his shirt, she held out her hand and he gave it to her. She looked him up and down, taking her time to admire his form.

  He felt as if he was about to be let in on a huge secret. A woman was about to show him how she wanted things.

  “Take the rope out of the bag and hand it to me.”

  He quickly obeyed.

  “Stand at the end of the bed, between the posts,” she said through shallow breaths.

  He could tell she was becoming aroused and he could feel his erection craving her so completely that he was afraid his cock would start cumming in his pants. He was so on edge that the slightest thing might take him over, spilling his cum in a ferocious spasm of pleasure.

  He slowly made his way to the end of the bed and held his arms up against the posts.

  She slipped off the bed and came up behind him, pressing her body against his back, nipping his earlobe. He could feel the heat from her body against his back and he shuddered, letting out a deep moan. Her erect nipples pressed into him, her tummy and thighs touched him, and he wanted to turn around and devour her.

  She continued to gently nip down his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting just hard enough that he could feel the sharpness of her own arousal. She gently ran her hands down his torso, slipping them past his waist and down his thighs without touching his cock.

  It was just as well, for if she had, he was sure he would have squirted his desire all over the inside of his pants.

  “Do you want pleasure or pain?” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear.

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wanted the pleasure of fucking her, of owning her, but the thought of experiencing something different, something new, the sensual discipline that she was so expert at, excited him more than he could have ever imagined.

  “You decide, Milady. I am your slave,” he whispered.

  He heard her make a subdued, throaty moan behind him, and he smiled softly to himself. She opened the rope, appearing unsatisfied with the length.

  “I’ll be right back. I have to cut this rope in half. Don’t go away.”

  He laughed softly.

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  He waited, his hands gripping the posts of the bed. He didn’t dare move without her permission. His anticipation increased with every passing second and his skin tingled with desire.

  He looked down at his cock and felt a surge of excitement at the thought that he could probably make himself cum without even touching himself. Just the thought of what Reagan wanted from him, knowing how turned on she was, would be enough to send his semen shooting out of him.

  She returned quickly with the rope in two halves and a bottle of water.

  “I turned the oven on low, so we can play a little longer ... unless you’re starving.”

  He looked at her ravenously.

  “I’m starving, but not for food.”

  She nodded.

  “Good. Now turn back around.”

  He did as she said and she took his hands and placed them together. She tied the rope snuggly around his wrists, and then took the ends and secured them to each post. His hands were raised together at his chest in prayer position.

  “Are you comfortable?”

  He nodded.

  “Yes, Milady.”

  She laughed softly.

  “That’s unfortunate,” she teased.

  She made her way over to her tickle trunk and rooted around in it for a few seconds. She returned with several items Ethan wasn’t familiar with. She climbed on the bed so she could face him and held them up for him, one at a time.

  “This is a flogger, my Pet. It is a caressing implement, but can cause a bit of a sting if I want it to.”

  The flogger had a black and red checked handle with thick leather straps dangling from it. It looked intimidating. He raised his brows.

  “Don’t worry, this one looks scary but it isn’t. Now this one is a different story,” she said grinning, holding up a red leather paddle. “This one will test your endurance.”

  He nodded, considering the pu
nishment to come. Reagan giggled at his expression, then reached around him and slapped his backside with the paddle.

  “Then of course we have your lovely feather duster and the clothes pins. I’ll let you decide which we play with.”

  She waited for his reply.

  He looked at the flogger and the paddle in her hands, and the clothes pins. It didn’t take him more than a second to decide.

  “Feather duster.”

  Reagan laughed and slipped off the bed. She found the bag and removed the duster, then made her way toward him, waving it at him. When she was close, she gently ran it over his back, the sensation soft and pleasant on his skin.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  He gave her a nod and she unbuttoned his pants, slipping them over his legs to the floor. She then slipped down his underwear, freeing his erection for the first time.

  It sprang out from his shorts and he could easily imagine it squirting his cum all over her perfectly made bed.

  That would earn him a punishment he didn’t want to consider!

  She quickly brushed her finger tips down the shaft, teasing him, and then pulled her hand away, her eyes challenging him. He groaned his displeasure, not wanting her to stop. He was so ready to spill himself on her hand that he could hardly breathe.

  “Shh,” she whispered.

  She reached around him and picked up her flogger.

  And then it came.

  Smack.

  The first lash landed gently on his backside.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  He was surprised by the sensation and the way his body responded each time the flogger made contact. He could feel his ass warming up, his skin tingling with pleasure and desire.

  If anything, she was heightening his lust.

  She moved up and down his body with the flogger, varying the intensity and expertly placing each blow across his back, his ass, his shoulders and his thighs.

  The rhythm and the flow lured him into an almost hypnotic state, his breath slow and controlled as the endorphins raged through his body.

  She put down the flogger and then ran her fingernails over his sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to raise on his flesh.

  He moaned his pleasure and she continued for several more minutes, trailing kisses over his neck and back.

  “Do you remember the safe word?” she whispered in his ear.

  How could he forget, he thought, and nodded. He was feeling blissful, as though he had smoked a joint.

  “Tell me what it is, my Pet.”

  Ethan licked his lips, his thirst making his mouth too dry to speak. She noticed and picked up the water bottle, holding it to his lips. He carefully sipped the water, moistening his mouth. Then he spoke.

  “Rabbits,” he said,“but you won’t hear it from me again.”

  She chuckled.

  “Sounds like a challenge.”

  He shrugged, smiling impishly. She picked up her paddle and gave him a swift swat on his bare ass, making him growl. She threw him a sassy smile and he responded with a glare.

  “Okay, point taken, Milady.”

  She proceeded to use the paddle on him, lightly at first, easing him in, pressing his pain threshold, building his trust.

  He liked the way she pushed a little and then pulled back. At times he really had to dig deep into his center and clear his mind just to work his way through her delicate torture, but it was so exhilarating, so intoxicating.

  At first he resisted the pain, his body stiffening in protest, but once he finally accepted it, the pain turned into a gratification he couldn’t define or explain. It was deep-rooted and exquisitely arousing.

  He was focused only on the sensation, the paddle, and Reagan.

  It was a reprieve from everything he faced in his daily life.

  As Reagan switched from the paddle to the feather duster, Ethan finally allowed his body to relax, and he eased into a comfortable warmth. She gently dusted him with the feathers, soothing his fiery flesh. He felt safe in her caring control.

  After several minutes, she untied the ropes and he let his hands drop to his sides. Then she embraced him tenderly, wrapping a warm blanket around them both, and he held her in silence, welcoming the affection.

  He was so highly aroused, but yet he couldn’t describe the embrace as sexual. It was more of an emotional connection.

  He was experiencing another level of intimacy, something completely new to him, an intimacy that transcended sex. Reagan had taken him there. She was the only one who ever would.

  “How do you feel?” she asked, looking into his eyes.

  He looked deeply into hers for a few moments, thinking of his response.

  “Honestly, Reagan, for the first time in my life, I feel alive,” he said. “You know how we go through life and we feel like we’re existing instead of living?”

  She nodded.

  “I know I have a blessed life, and I’m not complaining, but sometimes I just feel so … numb.”

  She pulled him closer, as if she truly understood.

  “Numb?” she said. “That’s something we can fix.”

  She led him to the bed and lay him down on his back. His skin was sensitive and he was grateful for the softness of her sheets.

  She went back to her tickle trunk and got the restraints she’d used on him on his first visit. She attached them securely to each of his wrists and ankles and fastened him to the four posts of the bed, spread-eagle.

  He was completely vulnerable to her now, both emotionally and physically, and knowing that gave him a sense of intimacy with her he’d never experienced in his life.

  Lying there, completely naked, completely bound, he could hardly remember who he was anymore.

  Was he the aggressive, dominant man who was used to taking charge of all things in life?

  Was he the man who fucked women so hard they screamed?

  Or was he the man he was now, lying on the bed, his butt and back pink from being spanked, completely vulnerable to the desires and whims of this delicious woman who stood over him?

  He didn’t even try to answer. He just lay back and let whatever was going to happen, happen.

  Reagan stood up on the bed over him, a foot on each side of him, and began to strip. When she removed each garment, she let it fall to the floor by the side of the bed, but when she removed her underwear, she threw them on Ethan’s face.

  He inhaled deeply the fragrance of her wet pussy which had already soaked her panties. The smell made his cock rise like the mast on a sailboat.

  “Now, I’m going to have some real fun with you, Pet,” she teased, and slowly lowered herself down onto her knees, her naked pussy right above his erect cock.

  All she had to do was sit down on him, and his cock would have slid right into her pussy. He knew if she did that he would explode instantly. His cum would fly up into her, smashing into her cervix so forcefully she’d feel it. He wanted her to sit so badly it hurt.

  “Let me fuck you, Milady,” he said.

  She smiled at him and lowered herself on her knees so that the wet, dripping lips of her pussy touched the head of his cock, ever so slightly. The gentle graze of the contact sent desire surging through him and his cock throbbed with lust. He wanted her on him. He wanted to wear her pussy like a glove. He wanted to cum in her, forcing his seed deep inside her, making his claim on her body.

  But she refused to lower herself onto his waiting cock. She just sat there on her knees, looking down at him, with a gentle, seductive smile on her face.

  “Sit on me,” he moaned.

  “Sit on you?” she repeated.

  He nodded, and wondered if he could force himself to cum without her touch, so that he could at least shoot his semen up onto her pussy lips if he couldn’t put it inside her.

  “That’s an interesting suggestion,” she said, and he could tell from the mischievous look on her face that she was planning something.

  She lowered her hands onto the mattress next to his
face and leaned down, licking his lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth and she kissed him, so passionately, so seductively, that he thrust his groin upward, trying to pierce her pussy with his tortured, desperate cock.

  His cock succeeded in touching her pussy lips but he couldn’t maintain the position and fell back onto the mattress.

  “Naughty Pet,” Reagan cooed, as she crawled up over him until her pussy was directly above his face.

  “Sit on you?” she said again, and then lowered her pussy lips right onto his waiting mouth.

  Ethan had little choice, but he licked and sucked her wet pussy so passionately that she began to squirm, riding his face like a cowgirl, grinding her pussy mercilessly into his face and mouth.

  He slid his tongue inside her and she squirmed on it, the first thing to enter her that entire night.

  “Good boy,” she moaned, as he continued to tongue her pussy and suck her clit.

  Her juices poured freely onto his face and he had to gasp for air when she chose to rise up from his face briefly. She always came right back down onto his mouth though, and when she climaxed, he thought he’d lose control and cum with her.

  She reached down and grabbed his head, her fingers wrapped in his hair, and pulled his face harder against her engorged pussy. She cried out, and he felt the muscles of her body tense and contract with the ecstasy of her orgasm.

  Ethan smiled as she came. He hadn’t been able to fuck her, but bringing her to climax was a close second on his list of things he wanted to do.

  His face had never been so wet, so covered in a woman’s juice and cum. She’d been shameless in her wanton need to pleasure herself. She’d cum all over him, and he loved it.

  He’d never felt more connected to another person, to another person’s sexual pleasure, than he was in that moment.

  “That’s my good boy,” Reagan cooed, and then rose up from his face and leaned down to lick his mouth again, tasting her own juices from his face.

  She kissed him passionately, and then lay down next to him, holding him sweetly for several minutes, before unshackling him and helping him get dressed.

  Ethan had no idea what had just happened.

  Was that sex, he wondered, as he washed his face in the bathroom. He was so aroused, so sexually on edge, and he wanted to pleasure himself while he was in there. But he didn’t want to waste the sexual energy he’d built up.