The kitchen gleamed beneath the constant glare of the overhead lights and sunlight gently streaming through the windows. No place for shadows, no way to overlook any imperfections, no place to hide. Something she was acutely aware of as she stood naked in the middle of it all.
Technically she was not completely naked. Tall black high heels protected her feet from the chilly tiles, heavy black cuffs linked her wrists, a blindfold kept out the light but not the knowledge she was completely exposed, and a plug buzzed away happily in her ass. But such scant coverings did nothing to lessen the feeling of complete exposure as she stood with feet wide apart, bent slightly forward for her hands to rest on the tabletop. It was a view I greedily devoured. Drinking in her curves, the gentle flush of her skin, the sway of her hips in response to the vibrating plug. Seeing the nervous finger tapping, noting how it warred with her obvious excitement and gleaming anticipation.
She yelped. Only fair as I grabbed the chain of her cuffs and yanked them forward without warning. In one hard tug I pulled her onto the table, securing the cuffs in just the right spot so her legs could almost support her but lacked the reach to be properly planted. Gingerly I reached out to stroke her hair and at first she flinched away. She knew it was me, but since I was silent she could not know it was me. Offering reassurance with one hand I used the other to slowly fill her mouth with her own panties, my hands temporarily working at cross purposes.
Walking slowly around her I fight down the urge to simply skip to the end. My self control straining as my fingers first brush her pussy, so very wet and inviting, ghosting down her outer lips. She does her best to open herself for me, knowing what we both want. It takes a moment for me to remember that it is not simply animal lust, but control. The kind of control that allows her to simply exist in a moment without worries. The kind of control that allows her to feel only the sensations I desire. The kind of control that lets me take my idle fantasies and force reality to conform to them. Allowing us to share a singularly perfect moment. But to get there today we'll have to cool off a little.
My first step in that direction, was actually not. The plastic might have been cool to the touch but warmed as the dildo slid effortlessly into her. I gently worked it in and out, feeling her react. The squeezing as she tries to keep it inside her, the little motions of her hips as she tries to rock back into my thrusts, the trembling as the buzzing plug pushes down on this new interloper and makes them hum. Every thrust pushing her closer to a cliff already crumbling beneath her toes. Without warning I pull out and before she has a chance to appreciate that I push a little ice ball into her. The dildo forces the sphere of cold deep into her burning pussy, and her body convulses around it. She is just beginning her muffled scream as the second ice ball slides in. It and the third's passage eased considerably by a trickle of ice water flowing out and down a leg suddenly awash in goosebumps. Holding the three balls in place with the dildo I use my feet and hands to stop her from reacting. Making her stay still as fire and ice war within her. Forcing her to feel it all.
It is only as the cold's seeping numbness begins to dull the sensation that she begins to truly relax. It is then my hand swings down. The resounding thud covers any noise she might have made. My other hand swings up from the bottom. The first comes back in from the side. Speed, force, direction all different. Never letting her settle. The angry red imprint of my hand blossoming over her still swaying ass.
Alternating hands not only on her but on the dildo I feel the resistance lessen. She is too needy, the situation too hot for the ice to hold out long against her fire. One final stinging spank and I push myself into her. Straight into bliss. Her heat quavers around me, mixing with the last lingering ice swirls and the resounding vibrations through her thin walls to massage my entire length. Sliding my hands up along her back I savor this second. And the next as my fingers rake back down. My hips slamming against hers as I urgently fill her. The soft flesh of her hips yielding beneath my iron grip. Muffled moans and hungry growls filling the bright kitchen. A fitting soundtrack for the wanton display as we thunder towards the edge.
There is one final, savage growl as bodily flip her onto the table and her back. My hand finding her ankles. My thrusts returning as forceful as before. Even as I finally plunge over the edge myself.
