Kinbaku: Fire and Ice - Sex Stories

Kinbaku: Fire and Ice

... contact with her nipple. When the ice had completely melted, I reached for the candle and held it inches above her chest. There were red and pink splotches on her bound breast, from the ice and my sucking. She stared wide eyed at the candle in my hand. She was breathing hard through her mouth and moaning loudly. I tilted the candle and watched the hot liquid pour over the lip of the glass. It changed color in midair as it made its way to her calling breast. The hot liquid hit and splattered just above her nipple. It changed color again, as it ran down the slope of her breast. Her scream filled the room. Every muscle in her body tightened and strained against my rope. Her head thrashed left to right as the hot liquid cooled and hardened on her flesh. I picked up another ice cube and gently caressed the top of her left breast with it. Slowly making my way to her nipple and rubbing the ice cube in slow circles around it. Gurgling moans were trapped in her throat. I brought the candle to the bottom of her breast and waved it back and forth, slowly, allowing the flickering flame to lick at her soft flesh. Her moans turned to tormented cries of pleasure. I placed the candle back on the night table. I slid the stainless steel bowl down the mattress next to her hip. My eyes darted to the dark puddle between her spread legs on the bed sheet. Her clit was fully exposed and looked painfully swollen. I stripped out of my clothes and slowly stroked my fully erect cock for her. She licked ...

... her lips and ground her ass in to the mattress. Her eyes begged for me to fuck her, to drive my thick cock deep inside her. I growled again and shook my head. I kneeled between her legs, placed my left hand in the ice bowl and grabbed a fist full of ice. I wanted my hand as cold as I could stand it. I kissed and licked her inner thighs. Getting as close to her throbbing pussy as possible, but making sure I made no contact with it. She moaned and squirmed and cursed at me. With tear filled eyes, she begged me to touch her and make her cum. I growled louder and shook my head. I grabbed the candle, tilted it, inches away from her right ankle and let a few drops of burning liquid splatter on it. I moved the candle up her leg and spilled more hot liquid on her calf. She had stopped screaming and bucking. She moaned with every breath. She moaned long and loud when the hot liquid kissed her flesh, then soft and short, in anticipation of the next hot, liquid kiss upon her flesh. I waited for more wax to melt as I kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs. When enough wax had turned to liquid, I poured it in a slow line, from her knee to her hip. She moaned softly and quivered. She was ready. It was time I emptied her. I released the ice from my grip and removed my hand from the bowl. My hand had turned red, from the finger tips to my wrist. It felt like it was on fire. I would make fire and ice embrace each other and become one, deep inside her. I slid two icy fingers in to her burning ...