Melting the Ice Princess

She was tall and skinny. Caramel coloured skin, beautiful breasts and hard flat stomach. Just a few years ago she was on the model runway. That’s what your eyes would say about her, what you did not see? She loved sex. Loved being in the arms of a man who could treat her badly. Her first boyfriend broke her arm in a physical fight, and she still loved him years and years after never seeing him again. Her foreign boyfriend at university, left on a holiday trip home, with the promise to return/ He never did. Of course she called and declared her undying love, but he never returned.

He found her behind the bar and against his better judgement, chatted her up. She was responsive, and laughed so they dated. But then the foreign boyfriend returned and she was gone, wordlessly.

Days became years, and bitterness became humorous memories for him, and then they clashed on the socials.

Tommy teased, and Rhea responded. Mr. Foreigner had visited her and left her with a child, now ten, and once again took that vacation of no return. She was living with her hubby now, and life was almost back to where he found her. The privilege had dimmed and faded, she was more of a realist. Tommy was single too, but never wanted her back. After all, it was still her! That her, had not changed that much.

That truth was confirmed when she called to borrow money. Now for those who do not know, your ex lovers never borrow money, they just want a gift of cash. But Tommy saw his chance at some revenge.

“You can,” he said, “But you have to come and get it.”

“I can do that!” she declared.

“You have to come and get me too, you know? Inside you? That’s the only way and you don’t have to pay me back.”

She read the message, but did not reply for an age, then late that night.

“Just like old times.” she whispered into the phone.

“Oh no,” he replied, “You see I’m going to have to punish you!”

“What!” she exclaimed.

“I have to tie you up, and have my way with you!” he said.

The prospect did not alarm Rhea, in fact she was excited. How far would he go, he was always a little disappointing as a lover so she felt no fear.

“I can do that,” she said.

They met at breakfast. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Skinny shapely as ever. Simply took his breath away. He was clean shaved as she remembered and he smelt great. They talked about her husband, and his empty house. Why would she cheat, and of course the Ice Princess confessed we had stopped talking to the poor hubby, and Tommy remembered it all. His revenge sex drive was heightened, so they drifted away to the house on the hill.

“So we are going to play a game I like to call the twenty eights,” he said, “Of course there is no relation to the fact that your birthday is on the twenty eighth!”

The last part was a lie. She was sitting on the couch and he had put the cash on the coffee table between them, but she was only allowed to touch after he was done with her. She was smiling. Her self imposed solitary existence had confined her desire to infrequent visits with her toys.

“Ok!” she said, “What are the rules?”

Her voice was excited and eyes keen. Ready to get started and terrified at the same time. By way of answer he opened the bag between them and dropped the leather cuffs on the table between them. She stared at them but did not move towards them. He came over, slowly. He sat on the coffee table, and picked up one of the cuffs. He took her non resisting hand and secured the wrist with the cuff. Then he lifted her other limp hand and secured that cuff in place too. Next he lifted her leg and put one on her ankle, and in the same way, he touched the cuff on the next ankle. She did not resist when he lifted her off the couch and began to undress her. She was naked now. He lifted the black bag off the table and guided her by the elbow into his guest bedroom. The bed was very basic with a thin mattress and he pushed her down onto it, dropping the bag at the foot of the bed at the same time. He stretched her out, securing her legs open and she did not resist, her breath coming in excited gasps now. With each ankle secured open with ropes, on the edge of the bed, he worked on her arms, and she placed her hands above her head expecting confinement. His hands drifted over her body, pulling on her nipples and down over her stomach. He pinched at her pussy briefly and used his finger nails as claws dragged over her smooth soft thighs. She gasped and her breasts heaved in excitement and the understanding that she was at his mercy.

“This game is best when you cannot see, and every feeling is enhanced in your imagination,” he said as he reached into the bag and produced a blindfold.

He covered her eyes, her mouth was open panting, and she flexed her legs testing her bounds, but her pussy was wet, hungry and needed some attention now.

“I want you to count to twenty eight. Okay?” he asked, not expecting an answer, but the blinded Rhea nodded ready to agree.

“Now what are you going to count? Will it be slaps to your breasts,” he asked and slapped her breasts and the helpless woman yelped.

“No not that!” he continued, “Or will they be a pinch to your nipples.”

She cried out as he lifted her off the bed by pulling on both her nipples.

“No. No. Not that!” he said when you stopped gasping.

He stood over her watching her convulse in expectation. He slapped her face. It was a stinging blow and it caused her to shout out.

“No. No. Not that either.”

Tommy got between her legs now and exposed her pussy to his face. She was the luckiest woman in the world. Her pussy was neat, clean, and beautiful. A single slit, and no extra skin flaps just a neat smooth shaved beauty. He licked her pussy. From the base to the very tip. He slipped his tongue deep inside her, and lapped her clit once, then bit down on the clit. It was a firm bite, hard enough to change her moan to a gasp. He crawled over her body like a panther towards her face, but never touched any part of her.

“So my beautiful Bitch, do you think you can count those?”

“Yes! Yes!” she said into the silence.

“You can count all twenty eight of them?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes. I can!”

“And when we are done, I am going to fuck you! I’m going to fuck your pussy, and your mouth. I’m going to lose my mind when I fuck you and lose control. When I get there, I will be unstoppable. So do you really think you can take all twenty eight of them and drive me to go crazy!?”

“Yes. Yes I can!”

“Say it, tell me I can lose control all over you,” he demanded.

“Yes you can fuck me like that, lose control,” Rhea said and her body wriggled as her anticipation grew into both fear and lust.

He went back to her beautiful pussy and gave her a long lick. He inserted his tongue into her, and flicked the clit a few more times before he bit down and held it in his teeth a little longer than the first time. Rhea squealed and through a gasp she said the number one. He wanted to say good girl, but decided not to and went straight back to plunging his tongue back into her, and licked her for the second count. He licked her for the third time and bit down aggressively on her clit. She cried out now letting go of her voice. Then came four and at the end of that, he crawled back to her mouth and kissed her. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue and sucked on him. She tasted her pussy juices as her hole down there seemed to be making liquid in fast supply. Tommy did not linger and returned to her pussy for number five and he caressed her body gently squeezing her nipples through counts five and six and seven. She was expecting him to punish her nipples and waited in anxious moments for him to abuse her, but he did not. His violence was reserved for the punishment of her clit only. Lick, lick, lick, and a quick bite was number ten, and a long slow lick, and another slow lick was with a quick bite was number eleven. He returned to her mouth so she too could lick off her pussy from his face, his chin, and then his tongue. Poor Rhea was in a puddle of her own pussy juice now, and still he continued. The long bite that caused her to groan in pain and pleasure was only number fifteen, she was thinking how long now before he fucked her. For the count of seventeen and eighteen, he had wrapped his arms around hips and lifted her pussy into his mouth. At twenty one he began at her clit and dragged his teeth down into her hungry hole and probed her with his tongue licking around her hole again and again and again. Then with equal surprise he latched onto her clit and pulled at it. He kissed her at the end of twenty five and Rhea was panting knowing he would fuck her soon and she would be allowed to cum. His bites on her clit were often enough to disrupt her orgasm and keep her desperate for relief.

At twenty six he bit her gently, like a lover would, and stopped. She could feel his weight off the bed. The silence was filled by her panting and hunger for him.

“You are a very selfish Bitch!” he growled, his voice too close to her ear.

She flinched in surprise, turning her blind head towards his voice.

“What? What did I do?” She was almost begging.