#ice play

"Yes, I'm ready." You lean up and kiss him softly, nuzzling your nose to his. Once the kiss ended, Kyle stepped back and grips your face.

"You want to tell me what you know?" Kyle demands, eyes hardening as he looks at you. You squirm under that cold gaze, keeping your mouth shut as he stares at you. "Oh, alright. Fine by me." Kyle walks out of the room, leaving you alone in the room. You squirm from the cold air of the room on your naked skin, acutely aware of the clock ticking behind you. The clock that you couldn't see.

It was a while before Kyle came back with a tray of ice cubes, a candle, and a blind fold. Your breath hitched slightly as he approached, slipping the blindfold over your eyes. You were plunged into darkness, the already bare room now gone from your view.

Just as soon as his hands were there, they were gone, and you could hear the flick of his lighter. The wax would take a while to start melting, but Kyle didn't start with the ice, not yet. His feather light touch on your thigh makes you jump, goosebumps blooming across your skin.

"Just tell me what I need to know, Y/N. Who ate the last of my snacks, huh? The ones I hid all the way in the back of the pantry." You knew exactly what snacks he was talking about. The chocolate panda cookies you and Johnny had stolen and split between the two of you like greedy kids. Now you were paying the price for it.

You could rat out your partner in crime, but the chastity belt threat looms over your mind. You knew he would get punished, too, but was it worth a week in chastity? Kyle's hand cups your crotch, chuckling a little at how hard you jump at the sudden contact.

It wasn't worth it, you decided, whimpering when an ice cube finally kisses your skin. He swirls it slowly across your stomach, creeping it closer to your hardened nipples. He circles the sensitive nubs slowly, pressing the cube flat for a few seconds to see you squirm. Just as you got used to the cold, the painful bite of it teasing your skin, a burning hot drop of wax splashes over your nipple.

You arch in the chair, pulling at your restraints with a gasp as several more splashes shower down onto your cold flesh. You wriggle slightly as he trails the wax down your stomach, before replacing it with the ice cube once again.

"Look at you.. This wax is perfect on your skin." He purrs, carefully peeling a portion of dried wax off of your tummy. Your muscles twitch under his hands when he rubs the ice cube around your bellybutton. "So jumpy and sensitive."

Kyle's body heat evaporates from beside you, making you whimper unconsciously as you turn to search for him. He knew how much watching him, looking at him, mattered to you in moments like this. Instead, he left you plunged into darkness and uncertainty as he grabbed a vibe and nestles it between your thighs.

Your breath hitches in surprise, whining softly when he turns the vibe on a low setting and leave it. Just teasing, slowly whirring away as he hovered the candle over you again.

Each little drip worked away at your resolve, and you wondered if a week of chastity would really be that bad. The next drop of wax lands just above your crotch, your hips jumping erratically as if that could free you.

"Do you want to tell me now? Or should I start putting some ice down here..." He presses an ice cube just above the vibe, listening to you cry out. Water gushes down his fingers as the cube melts, dribbling down his knuckles and the toy. "No? Hmm, well, I have plenty more cubes."

A sob hitches your chest as he slowly presses another cube between your legs, rubbing up and down the sensitive skin. Your hot flesh melted the cubes quickly, but not quickly enough to give you proper relief.

You sob as he drips wax across your thighs. The wax dribbles down the inner parts, teasing your crotch with the possibility of warmth. You can't keep track of each drop of wax or how many ice cubes were pushed between your legs. You can't keep track of the time. If you just gave in now, Kyle would stop... You could just tell him what he wants to hear and this would all be over -

"Kyle, that's the end. Y/N won." The blindfold is carefully slid off your face, Kyle smiling down at you with pride.

"You did it, baby. You outlasted me." He praises as he cradles your face gently. "Let's get you untied." Price comes up behind him, going to your side and starting to untying you.

Riki had his large hand placed on your tummy while his other held the slippery ice cube, gently tracing it against the rim of your entrance

You but your lip, holding back your moans as your back arched slightly, and so did your hips, looking for more friction then that.. but Riki just smiled and pressed on your tummy a bit, pushing your hips back down..

You couldn't help but whine.. needing more.. he smirked and leaned down kissing your clit before continuing his ministration on your pussy with the ice cube

Little by little the ice cubes went one after another

Riki leaned down sucking and kissing your clit while he traced your entrance with the ice cube, often pushing it in a bit and then his tongue right after

Your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure, you bit your lip harder making it almost bleed as you pushed Riki's head down into your pussy

His smirk never leaving his face as he licked slowly and sensualy, often licking a long stripe over your pussy and then going over it with an ice cube

He pulled away from your dripping cunt and leaned in to kiss you instead, as you were kissing you moaned into his mouth, feeling the two of his fingers enter your ass

When you moaned he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, exploring it and making his tongue dance against yours

After a good minute he pulled away and went back to your pussy, taking a new ice cube and rubbing it over your cunt..

Before you knew it the ice cube was covered in your cum and Riki took it into his mouth as it melted, leaving him with only your juices to swallow, he smirked, leaning in to peck your lips

"Are you gonna complain again?.."

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He’d already tried everything: opening windows, snapping his fingers for a breeze, even threatening the air conditioner when it sputtered out. But nothing worked. The air was hot enough to hum.

Now he was in the bathroom, door open, tie discarded on the counter. The only thing that had helped, even a little, was the sink. The shower’s pipes ran too close to the walls — the water came out nearly boiling. But the sink? The sink was tolerable. Not cold, not warm, just… something.

So he’d bent over it, shoving his head beneath the faucet, letting the water run endlessly over his scalp and down his neck. His hair was drenched, dark curls springing back from the straightened shape he usually kept. His ears hung back in irritation, flicking every time a droplet ran down his temple.

He’d been like that for ten minutes now, jaw tight, water dripping down his bare arms as he muttered under his breath.

“Of all infernal torments, this—this infernal climate!”

But still, he didn’t move. The lukewarm trickle was the only thing keeping him from combusting.

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She found his tower hotter than anywhere else in the hotel. The air felt trapped, thick as a furnace. Even her power couldn’t chase the warmth completely away; frost melted on the doorknob before she could turn it.

“Poor thing’s probably melting,” she murmured, amused.

The first two rooms were empty. His office was deserted, the curtains drawn tight. Then she spotted a stripe of light spilling from the half-open bathroom door and heard the low mutter of his voice, rising and falling between the hiss of running water.

Leaning around the doorframe, she nearly laughed out loud.

Alastor was bent over the sink, sleeves rolled, collar undone, head shoved under the faucet like a man begging for mercy. Water ran through his hair and down his neck in thin streams, pattering against the tile. He was grumbling to himself in a steady rhythm, every few words punctuated by a hiss of annoyance.

She bit her lip to hide a smile, stepping quietly across the floor until she stood beside him. Cool mist bled off her skin; the counter chilled beneath her palms.

Her fingers brushed the faucet.

The water turned instantly freezing.

Alastor jolted with a strangled sound, a low, almost reverent groan spilling out before he could stop it. His shoulders slumped, a long breath shuddering through him.

“Christ, finally,” he muttered, voice hoarse with relief. “About time this damned hotel provided something useful.”

He stayed like that for a beat, basking, then started complaining again—about the “incompetent piping,” the “half-melted devils who call themselves maintenance,” every word broken by another satisfied hum.

She let him enjoy it for a moment before lifting her hand. The water warmed immediately.

He growled, a real, guttural sound of frustration that made her stifle a giggle.

That tiny sound gave her away.

Alastor snapped his head up so fast droplets scattered across the mirror. His hair, dark and curling from the water, clung to his temples. Without the usual sharp lines of his suit and slicked hair, he looked… caught.

He blinked once, ears twitching back, and for the first time in recent memory, the grin that slid onto his face was not quite controlled.

“Ah,” he said dryly, voice rough from the heat, “I appear to have been discovered.”

She leaned down just slightly, brushing her warmth against him in a deliberate tease. Alastor’s eyes darted to her, lips parting in a whine that was half indignation, half desperation.

“It’s… it’s so hot,” he complained, voice tight. “It isn’t my fault, I— I’m simply… seeking relief—!”

She giggled, soft and knowing, calling him a “big baby,” the sound curling around him like a caress. Before he could respond, she pressed him closer, hugging his damp face to her chest. The cool press of her body made him shiver, melt, and groan all at once.

“Ah… yes… I’d… forgotten… how nice your frost feels,” he sighed, voice low and satisfied, nuzzling into her.

She hummed softly, letting go, and began to walk toward his bed, leaving him just enough space to stew in his own impatience. His legs moved of their own accord — he was practically running, desperate to catch up, to feel that relief again. He was gone barely ten steps behind her when he reached the threshold of the bedroom.

She sat delicately on the edge of the bed, her frost-kissed hands brushing against the scorching silk sheets, sending a hiss of heat into the room. The contrast of her cold against the hot fabric made the air between them feel electric.

Alastor collapsed beside her without ceremony, wrapping his arms around her torso, burying his nose deep into her chest. His cheeks pressed into her cold skin, and the chill made his body tremble in the most delicious way.

She ran her fingers through his soaked, curling hair, and he shivered again, voice trembling with need.

“So… so good… your frost… it’s… ah… perfect.”

She hummed again, this time cooing with mock sympathy, letting her cold body brush against his warm one.

“Oh my poor baby,” she teased, letting her fingertips trail over his shoulders. “Burning up, are we?”

He nodded eagerly, pressing his entire body against hers, seeking every inch of the cold he could bury himself into, and groaning with relief at the ice-cold comfort she provided.

Gonna stop it right here because this is still a free commission. Paid commissions are much more detailed and much more filthy🩷🩷