Icecold Part 1
You had asked me to get on the bed. I look at you with curiosity in my eyes. You just give me an impatient look back and gesture at the bed. I make my way over to our double bed with the pretty purple sheets you had let me pick. I get on the bed and sit down, then glance over at you. 'Strip. I want you in your underwear', your voice is sweet but stern. Knowing better than to be disobedient, I grab the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head. Your eyes are fixed to me, taking everything in as I slowly but surely expose myself more to you. After my shirt drops to the ground, I reach to unzip my skirt and I shyly move it over my hips and off my legs. You move closer to me so you can run your hand along the lining of my black lace bra, sending a small shiver through me. Then your hands move to my hips, where you play a little with the lacy lining of the matching thong I am wearing. 'God, those curves', you murmur as you give my hip a soft squeeze. I shyly cover my face with my hands and giggle at the compliment. Then your hand disappears and you turn around to grab something.
When you turn back around I can see you holding a set of handcuffs in one hand, a blindfold in the other. I shoot you a curious and nervous look, as you smile at me and walk over to the bed. 'Hold out your hands, angel', a teasy undertone in your voice. 'What are we gonna do sir?', I ask, hoping to get some context on your plans. 'You'll see. Actually, you'll feel', you joke while holding up the blindfold. I look up at you while making a pouty face and you reach out to rub my bottom lip. 'Now hold. Out. Your fucking. Hands.' Within a few seconds the goofy attitude is gone and made place for a strict demeanor. Without wasting a heartbeat I hold up my hands for you to put the cuffs on. 'Now go lay down near the edge of the bed. I want you flat on your back, okay Bun?', even the cute nickname comes out of your mouth in a strict tone. I clumsily move myself further onto the bed, very aware of how the handcuffs restrict my movement. But that is exactly what you want, you like to watch me struggle. When I've made my way into position you walk over to me and gently put the blindfold over my eyes, making sure my hair doesn't make it slide off and also giving a playful tug on it to make me remember who is in charge now.
Once everything is dark, I start to focus on my hearing. I can hear your footsteps fade away as you walk out of the room. 'S-sir?', I softly call after you, not wanting to be left alone. Seconds later I hear your footsteps return, and you start placing stuff down on the bedside table, making sure to be so quiet I can't figure out what you brought. Then I feel your hands on me again. I flinch at the sudden touch as you pull my bra down to expose my boobs. Then I feel a slap against my thigh. 'Lift your hips up', you order and I do as you say. You pull my thong of my body and I hear a faint and soft thud as it hits the ground. Then nothing again, just the black before my eyes. 'Open your mouth for me Bun, and stick your tongue a bit', your voice comes from besides my head. I hesitantly open my mouth and after a few seconds I feel something very cold drip into my mouth. Is it, icewater? Why would you drip cold water in my mouth? A few more drops hit my tongue and I swallow. Then I feel your hand push against my chin, pushing my mouth closed again. My hands suddenly get lifted off of my body and pushed into the matress above my head. 'Now, you're gonna keep your fucking hands right there. If you move then down I wont hesitate to tie them in place, hmm?' your voice growls into my ear, making me shiver a little as I start nodding yes. Then I sense you moving away again, leaving me naked and vulnerable on the bed.
