Chapter 26 #2
Even with one hand occupied, it was too easy for Ezra to direct my right arm up, his fingers searing a chilly path of tingles that traveled all the way to the top of my head.
The bench was deep enough that only my fingertips dangled over the edge, and only if I stretched my hand out.
A frigid band of ice bracketed my wrist, securing me and sending my heart rate into overdrive.
When the other wrist followed, frozen lower down and beside my head, I swore it was just one giant vibration in my chest. I wiggled at the feeling of being bound.
My thighs were too far apart to rub together, so my hips tilted to try and find some friction, sending my ass into Ezra’s crotch. He fell over me with a groan.
“I’m already dying to take you right now.” He nipped my ear in warning. “Don’t tempt me.”
That only made me squirm more, forcing him to pull away. But not before I felt how bad he wanted me.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, adjusting the temperature of the cuffs so they didn’t burn my skin. Their slightly cool temperature was actually a welcome relief from how overheated I felt. “I’m going to need the words, Rani, or this all stops.”
Ezra came around and brushed the hair from my eyes, exposing me to his ruthless gaze.
His fingertips traced my cheek and jaw, fueling the tension already flaring between us.
My lower half clenched. When I attempted to reach out and touch him, the cuffs held firm, and the knowledge that I couldn’t move made everything flutter.
“Yeah, you’re okay. Aren’t you, baby? Tell me.”
More. I needed more.
I whimpered. “I’m okay.”
His smile reached all the way to his eyes, crinkling the corners and setting the blue in his pupils alight. “Then it’s time for the first part of your present.”
He disappeared behind me once more. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, he pulled them down my thighs, all the way, until they got caught above the boulders he made of my skates.
Cool ice and summer humidity mixed over my newly exposed skin, and I didn’t know whether to be hot or cold.
What I did know; I was absolutely dripping .
One long finger delved into my wetness, gliding up and down my slit in an unhurried exploration.
Ezra took his time, pressing once against my entrance before gliding down to my clit.
He ran circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves; over and over; never pressing where I wanted him to.
I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming at him to fucking touch it already !
His teasing went on forever, slowly building that ache in my gut and stacking the pressure in a calculated game of blissful torment.
Two fingers thrust in suddenly, deep and swift.
I wasn’t prepared for it and gasped as they slowly pulled back out before slipping down to press directly on my clit.
Again . His fingers dove into me, twisting and curling, brushing against spots that sent shocks of pleasure through my entire body.
My hips jerked as my release rose, swift and brutal, blindsiding me with how rapidly it approached. I buried my face in the blankets to silence my moans, but Ezra was having none of it. It all came to an abrupt halt as he dragged his fingers out and trailed them up to my puckered hole.
Was he fucking kidding me right now? My legs were shaking so hard he couldn’t miss the way it made my ass jiggle and he wanted to try that again?
“I thought long and hard about what this punishment should be because I know my naughty girl loves it when I play back here.”
“But it’s my birthdayyy,” I whined, then tried to knock him away with a shimmy of my hips.
It didn’t work. His free hand rubbed and kneaded my ass, sometimes using his thumb to dip low and graze my clit. This time, he spread my cheeks and pressed with both those fingers, using my slick arousal to coat the way past the tight ring of muscle.
“Discipline on your birthday is good for your character,” Ezra said, very matter of fact, then reached down to rub my clit again. “But this… this isn’t part of your punishment.”
My hips were moving involuntarily—toward the pressure and then away; there was no escape.
Iced down as I was, there wasn’t enough range of motion to keep those fingers from plundering deep.
The stretch and burn ignited a whole host of nerves that hadn’t yet come out to play, and my skin prickled at the heady awakening.
Ezra gently scissored me open.
“I know exactly what you like, don’t I, baby?” His other hand teased my swollen clit, then pinched it. “A little pain with your pleasure.”
Everything stopped, and I keened at the unfairness of it.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy.”
Footsteps crunched, and I pried my eyes open to see where Ezra was going. Turned out, it was right in front of me. I lifted my head, absolutely glowering at the fact that he thought he could tease like this. The small, silicone toy in his hand caught my attention and dried up all my insults.
“Is that—”
“It is,” he confirmed, voice husky.
“And you think it's going—”
“All the way in.”
I shook my head. No, no way. Ezra pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket and poured a generous amount over the toy. So much. Like enough to drip off the sides and onto the ice.
“You’re going to take your punishment with this, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come after.”
There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I would do anything with that thing up my ass.
I fought against the restraints, but they held solid.
Looking inside myself, I once again found the source of my magick and attempted to call on the water molecules that formed the cuffs and convince them to melt.
Ezra tsked, “As if I’d let you manipulate my magick.”
I stilled at the feel of him against my skin, as well as something frozen gliding up the inside of my thigh. Rounded and smooth, the object slipped through my lips to press against my entrance. That wasn’t the plug. A few inches in, and my brows shot up in surprise. It kind of felt like—
In one smooth thrust, the ice dildo filled me.
“Ah!” I jumped, feeling stretched in all sorts of ways.
All sorts of glorious, delicious ways.
Ezra moved it in shallow thrusts, helping me adjust to the temperature and the feel of the thick ridges along the length of the shaft. Holy shit. He was fucking me with a frozen cock. A large, ribbed , frozen cock.
“Do you like it?” he asked, increasing the pressure on each thrust. “I made it special for you. Modeled after my own dick; a little smaller and with some modifications, of course.”
A little smaller? This thing was only a little smaller? Fuck .
“It won’t melt or change shape, and I even thawed an outside layer for extra lubricant.”
“I don’t think this is a responsible use of your magick,” I panted, trying and failing to distract him from the other toy I now felt nudging along the seam of my ass.
“Please,” he scoffed. “This is pure genius at work. Now, put that head back down and arch your back.”
There was a flicker of fear in my belly, even as pleasure pulsed between my legs. I grabbed desperately at the blankets, my entire body stiff as a board. Ezra pressed with the plug, and I bucked him off, causing the slick toy to slip.
“Easy, baby, just trust me.” He already returned, the blunt tip once again pressing against my tight hole.
I tried to relax as I felt him press further. It didn’t feel any different than his fingers, aside from the object being obviously wider.
Don’t think about that!
Ezra pushed and held, pushed and held; allowing the muscle to naturally pull at the toy after each press forward.
His other hand wielded the dildo, maintaining a steady tempo of torturous, shallow thrusts.
Switching angles, he pressed into a spot that stole the breath from my lungs.
My back arched, and the plug slid all the way in.
“Oh, good fucking girl, ” Ezra groaned, then tapped lightly on the plug. “You took that so well.”
I squirmed, unable to get comfortable despite his praise and the faint tingles of pleasure.
I’d never been so full before. I felt both the dildo and the plug, but in different ways.
They rubbed against one another through the thin wall that separated them, and somehow, impossibly, I think I liked it.
Ezra expertly controlled both toys, sometimes thrusting each individually and sometimes synchronized.
My breath caught on a whimper when a particularly devious angle sent the ice dildo grazing against my clit.
I writhed, so close to coming, but Ezra knew my body too well and knew how to keep me from falling over that edge.
“Do you remember what I told you would happen tonight?” he murmured, then pushed the dildo all the way inside and left it there. “Punishment first, then you can come.”
“Not letting me come is punishment enough,” I cried and wiggled my hips, trying to get the toys to work together again.
A harsh crack seared the soft skin of one cheek, and the stinging pressure made my hips retract. Instinctively, I reached back to try and soothe the pain, but my wrists were still restrained. I felt myself clench around the ice cock like an eager little hussy.
“You put yourself in danger,” he growled, his hand coming down again.
I inhaled sharply. That one hurt … and tingled…
and undoubtedly bloomed my skin pink. I shifted my hips slightly, but had no time to feel any relief before Ezra landed another in exactly the same spot.
I jerked forward, tears in my eyes from the bite of pain despite my hips rolling in search of friction.
There had to be something wrong with me because the pain was merging with my arousal to create an entirely new sensation.
“You ignored my order to run, nearly drowned—”
I opened my mouth to explain how perfectly safe I was in the ocean, but he shut me up with a swat to the side of my cheek that jostled the plug.
“Don’t you dare say it! You didn’t know you could breathe underwater, Rani. It still counts as you being reckless.” Smack. “Irresponsible.” Smack. “And too careless with your own safety.”
I bit my lip as the stinging spread to both cheeks thanks to Ezra’s well-aimed marks.
He opened his side of the bond, flooding me with all his pent-up, greedy desire.
Images of him unzipping his pants and fucking me in this exact position flooded my mind on an endless loop as he reached down and toggled the toy in my ass.
Everything in my core reawakened, and my muscles clamped down on it without my permission. His dark laugh carried over the frozen pond. Pulling on the ice cock next, he made sure I felt every single ridge on its slow drag out, before reentering with a ruthless thrust right against my favorite spot.
My eyes flew open, the air burning in my lungs.
“Ezra,” I gasped.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered, breath tickling my ear. “It’s right there, isn’t it?”
My breathing came harsh and fast as Ezra rubbed his palm over my warmed skin, inflaming the burn. He squeezed a firm globe until I hissed. All the heat combined with the ridges on the ice cock dragging over my walls and my whole body shook, screaming for release.
He pressed the front of his pants against my tender ass, thrusting just enough for me to feel how hard he was. I whined, the high-pitched sound splitting the air.
“You took your punishment, so let me make it all better.”
“I’ll die if I don’t come soon,” I whined, clawing at anything within reach.
“Well, we can’t have that.”
Please, please, please, please, please.
The mantra repeated in my head until it became a one-word drone. Ezra thrust harder against my ass, sustaining the burn while gently bumping the toys inside me. One hand clamped on my hip, the other disappeared between my legs to wickedly twist my clit between his thumb and index finger.
The world exploded behind my eyelids as tremors wracked violently through my limbs, lasting far longer than any orgasm I’d had before.
The uncontrollable spasms prolonged the pleasure as the toys continued to vibrate and move, rubbing against all my sensitive, swollen tissues.
When the waves finally ceased, only the ice strapping me down kept me from melting into a puddle on the ground.
My body was so lax, Ezra easily pulled the plug from my ass with only a brief twinge of discomfort.
The ice replica of his cock withdrew as well.
All my holes now empty, my juices mixed with warmed lube to trickle down my thighs.
The restraints vanished from my wrists and skates before my muscles were ready to take the weight, but Ezra was there to catch me, like always.
He scooped me up in his arms, unconcerned by the sharp blades swinging by his shoulder, and carried me away from the pond. The string lights winked through the branches of the tree, like a farewell wave from a kinky voyeur who had just watched me surrender yet another part of myself.
There was no doubt about it now; I was completely head over heels for this man.
It was like he slipped inside me, stole my heart, and held it out of reach over his head.
No matter how high I jumped, I couldn’t get it back.
It was more than just the physical stuff or even the heavy emotions from our bond; it was the got-each-other’s-backs, lif e or death, no one’s ever going to hurt you kind of shit.
He just fucking spanked me because my rash actions put me in danger and absolutely terrified him.
He made me an ice replica of his cock for my birthday.
It made sense, and at the same time, didn’t.
I just knew he was mine, and for the first time, I truly, truly , thanked whatever god lurked in the ocean for changing me that night.