She stands on the threshold. In the threshold technically, but the wide archway between two brilliantly sunlight rooms has been transformed. Taught ropes trail from hidden eyelets to give her the aspect of an eager ready for flight. She strains against the restraints not out of discomfort but because she wants to curl and flex in response to be buzzing vibrator that bounces against it's securing tape to kiss an already electrified clit. But mostly she'd like to look behind her to see what I am doing.
For a moment I merely enjoy the view. Drink in the glistening skin and luxurious hair drawn into a tight bun, while sparing time to properly appreciate the curves of her ass. I step forward, silently and reach out reveling how the flickering light adds shadows to her wonders. The first drop of wax hits her shoulder and she yelps in surprise. She purrs at the next. Quickly allowing herself to enjoy the warm cloying rain slowly tracing down her back. The shower continues until she no longer flexes away from the hot drops the I pool some wax in my hands. Reaching out I run that hand around her neck, the other carefully snuffing out the candle I place on the table. She leans into the heat as my fingers wrap around her slender throat, firmly pulling back her head, the wax quickly binding us together. Leaning forward around her I kiss eager lips.
That kiss muffles a scream as I plant the ice cube on the nape of her neck. Our combined heat melting it quickly as I trace her spine. Rivulets of cold water running down, drawn naturally into her ass as she starts to strain more.
Breaking our kiss I replace my tongue with the melting ice chip. And new one appears as I knell, nose suddenly filled with her scent this time I do not stop with her spine I move lower. My hand washed when ice water as I trace the lips of her pussy. Her heat too much for the poor ice and it fades away. Unlike my ardor. I need her now.
Finders raking up her sides I reach around her. Nails dragging up, leading hands to swallow tender breasts. Rough motions rolling hard nipples. I follow my arms, into a vaguely uncomfortable position, but I don't care. I slam into her. Lingering ice water giving way completely to the furnace inside her.
There is no gentleness in my actions, I am beyond the capacity for that. I need this as much as she wants this. Her breathing already ragged takes on a desperate eager. But the third shuddering thrust she is repeating "please". Turning the only coherent word in her question into a mantra. A prayer.
I answer it, "Cum for me."
