The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: ICE PLAY

Abigail

His cum was still warm in my mouth when I reached into the black box.

I should have hesitated. The bastard had just whipped my ass raw and it stung so bad. I should curse at him and walk out of there but I needed to cum so bad.

I pulled a black card out of the box. Oh, oh shit.

Thalia came closer to read the dare written on it aloud. "I dare you to... let your partner use ice on your body however he pleases and NOT CUM? Oh my gosh, you’re so screwed."

"I have to see that," Perseus said, already moving toward the bar to fetch some ice from the cooler. "You two are the most interesting folks we’ve played this game with, right, Thalia?"

Ares said nothing.

He just looked at me with those scorching green eyes, a stupid smirk on his lips. I was in serious trouble. He crossed to the nearest station in the room and returned with the leather restraint straps, running them through his fingers.

Then he nodded toward the padded bench in the center of the room.

"Get on your back, Goddess,"

I loved and hated the way he called me goddess.

I swallowed his cum down my throat, whimpering as my sore ass stung while I climbed on the bench.

The leather straps were cold against my wrists when he buckled them above my head, then my ankles, spreading me wide and bare under the golden light.

My dress was bunched uselessly around my waist. My panties were already in shreds somewhere across the room, full of Perseus cum probably.

I was spread open like an offering, my swollen cunt exposed for all to see. Thalia set the ice bucket beside the bench and skipped to stand too close to my face, watching me eagerly.

Ares reached in, grabbed an ice cube and pressed the first cube directly to my nipple.

"Fuck," I cried hoarsely as the cold cube seared against my heated skin. My back bowed off the bench as far as the restraints allowed, a high pitched sound tearing out of my throat.

My nipple contracted instantly, painfully yet he held it there, while I writhed and panted and clenched my thighs uselessly against the straps.

Then he dragged it in a slow line to my other nipple.

"Don’t cum," he reminded me pleasantly.

"I hate you," I sobbed.

He pressed a second cube on my neck and let it melt, icy water trickling down the slope of my tits, making my skin erupt in goosebumps.

Then a third cube to my stomach, dragging it down slowly, tracing my navel while I panted and thrashed because I knew where he was going and I both wanted and hated it.

He pressed the cube between my thighs and I lost my mind. The freezing cube against my swollen, scorching, sopping pussy was insane. Every nerve ending in my body was shrieking between agony and ecstasy.

My hips bucked violently against the straps, my thighs clamping shut as my orgasm surged up.

"Don’t." His hand pressed flat on my stomach, pinning me down. "Don’t you dare."

I choked on a sob. "Then stop... Ares, god, stop!"

He pressed another cube to my clit. I screamed so loud Thalia flinched. The ice melted fast against my scalding cunt but the seconds it lasted were torture.

My whole body seized and shuddered, my inner walls spasming desperately. My orgasm kept building, I was definitely going to fucking cum and was barely holding on when the asshole slid a cube inside my pussy.

"You lost the dare," he said, his voice rough with wanton desire.

"You cheated," I whispered.

"Prove it."

Thalia slow-clapped from somewhere behind us. "That was the single most unhinged thing I have ever witnessed in this room and I have seen things."

Perseus laughed and joined in "Mate, you are absolutely feral for this woman."

He ignored them both.

"Next round," Thalia announced, shaking the black box. "Who’s picking?"

"We’re done," Ares said.

I tipped my head back to look at him. "Are we?"

Those green eyes dropped to my mouth. Then lower, before trailing back.

Perseus tossed me a robe from the rack near the door, grinning with entirely too much energy for a man who’d already finished twice. "Same time next week?"

Adrenaline coursed through me as I nodded ignoring the warning bells ringing in my head. Finnegan Wolfe was no fool and my clock was ticking. When would the bomb tick? Where? How? Who would reveal my secret?

You’re playing with fire, Abby!

I had a lot to lose. But would I stop this game when it getting real? Would this fire consume me?