“Say you’ll take whatever I give you,” he growls, low enough to shake through my ribs.
“Yes, sir!” The sound rips out of me, shameless, wild, desperate. “Anything—you can do anything—please, sir, I’ll take it all—”
“Say you’re mine.” His mismatched eyes pin me down like nails.
I choke, eyes rolling back as the word shreds out of me: “Yours! I’m yours—I’ve always been yours—please, Captain—”
I can feel it in the way his fingers curl deeper, the way the ice drags slow over my twitching cock, the way my whole body convulses under the clash of heat and cold, obedience and need.
He’s tearing promises out of me, and I’d give him more.Anything.
I’d sell my soul just to hear him saygood boyagain.
The ice drags down me one more time, sharp and merciless, while his fingers twist deeper, burning me alive from the inside. My tears streaking hot down my temples.
I’m begging. Wrecked. Saying yes to everything, promises spilling out so fast I don’t even know what I’ve agreed to.
And then—suddenly—the ice is gone.
So is his hand inside me.
I whimper, high and broken, chest heaving as my body spasms around the absence.
But then—then—he’s there.
His cock drives into me in one brutal thrust, splitting me open raw, claiming me harder than the cold ever could. My scream ricochets off the cabinets, my back arching clean off the counter as my ribs seize under the ice pack I’m still clutching to my side.
“Cap—fuck—!” The sound rips out of me, cracked and wrecked.
“Hold it,” he snarls, hand locking on my hip, slamming me down onto him deeper, harder. “I said hold the ice, pup.”
I do. God help me, I do. My knuckles go white around the pack, the cold biting into my ribs while he ruins me from the inside, thrusts relentless, grinding against the spot that makes me see stars.
“Good boy,” he growls, his chest rumbling against my ear as he leans over me, every word carving me open. “Say it again. Say who you belong to.”
“Y-you, sir!” I pant, nails clawing at the counter as my body convulses under him. “Yours—I’m yours, Captain—fuck, always yours—”
His pace snaps harder, hips brutal, every thrust driving me back into the counter until I’m nothing but sound and sweat and trembling obedience.
“You bleed for me on the ice.” His words are steel, his cock grinding deep enough to rip the air from my lungs.
“Yes, sir!”
“You beg for me off it.”
“Yes, Captain—fuck—yes!”
“You’re mine everywhere.”
“Always—always!”
And then he slams deeper, hard enough to rattle the cabinets, and the sound I make isn’t human anymore—it’s worship.
Every thrust hammers me flat against the counter, cold biting my ribs, fire tearing me open inside. I can’t breathe, can’t think—just sob outyes, sirevery time his cock slams into me.
I’m right there. Right on the edge. My cock is leaking all over my stomach, twitching with every snap of his hips, every growl that rumbles against my skin.
“Don’t you dare,” he snarls against my ear, his thrusts sharp, merciless. “Not until I say.”
