And my whole body trembles, because I know—Iknow—he’s about to make me burn and freeze and beg until I forget how to breathe.
He decides to be the devil tonight. I can see it in the way his scarred mouth curves, in the way he moves slow, deliberate, like he has all the time in the world to wreck me.
One hand dips into the bowl. Ice clinks. My whole body jerks before he even touches me.
“Sir—” I gasp, already squirming, already hard as steel.
Then it hits.
Cold.Freezing.
The cube drags down my cock from tip to base, the shock so violent I yelp, hips arching up off the counter like I’ve been electrocuted. The ice burns and freezes all at once, slick water spilling down my skin as my length twitches helplessly against the touch.
“F-fuck—Cap!” I choke, voice cracking into a whine.
And he’s smiling. Watching me lose my mind.
Because at the same time—at thesame fucking time—he slicks his other hand with the oil, thick and hot, and presses a finger inside me.
Cold against fire.
I scream. Not a word—just a raw, high sound tearing straight out of my chest as my body convulses, back bowing hard against the countertop. My cock spasms under the ice, leaking, while the oil burns warm as his finger slides deeper, opening me up slow.
It’s too much. Way too much.
Ten seconds. That’s all it takes.
Ten seconds of cold biting my cock and heat stretching me open before I’m gone—thrashing against the counter, begging so loud I don’t even know what I’m saying.
“Please, sir—please, I can’t—I can’t, I’ll do anything, I’ll behave, I’ll be good—fuck—please!”
The ice drags up again, cruel and slow, my cock twitching so hard it smears slick against my stomach. His finger curls inside me at the same time, oil burning, opening me wider, deeper.
My scream shatters into a sob. My heels drum against the cabinet. My hands clutch the frozen weight against my ribs like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.
And he’s steady. Calm. The devil himself, destroying me with ice and fire like it’s nothing, like I was made for it.
“Please, Captain,” I beg, eyes rolling back. “Please, I’ll do anything—anything—just don’t stop—don’t stop—”
The devil doesn’t rush.
He doesn’t slam into me, doesn’t snap the leash tight in one violent tug. No—he drags it out, slow, merciless, like he wants to prove just how easy it is to ruin me with patience alone.
I’m caught between fire and frost, and he knows. He knows exactly how far gone I am, how every sound ripping out of me is a promise he hasn’t even asked for yet.
“Say it,” he murmurs, low and calm over my wrecked gasps. “Say you’ll never talk back to me again.”
“Yes, sir!” I sob instantly. My cock jerks under the cube, leaking, dripping down my stomach.
His smile cuts sharper. “Say you’ll never whine at me in front of the team.”
“Yes, Captain—I swear—I won’t, I’ll never—fuck!” The words fracture into a scream as he presses a second slick finger in, oil searing hot where the cold still bites.
“You’ll bleed yourself dry on the ice if I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir, yes—I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll do anything—” My voice breaks into another stutter, body bowing so hard I slam my shoulders against the counter.
The ice slides over my tip again, water pooling down my stomach. His fingers twist inside me, scissoring, opening me wider while the cold makes me cry out high and raw.
