“I was so cold, but this is warming me up nicely,” Archie says.
“You don’t like the cold?”
“Uh…no, not really.”
“It’s wonderful.”
“If you say so. I hate being cold. I much prefer to be wrapped up warm.”
An idea starts to form in my mind, slowly unfurling into a tangible concept.
“I know how we’re going to play later,” I say.
“Oh?”
“Fire and ice.”
Archie shivers as he glances up at me. “You might need to explain.”
“First, I’ll take all your clothes off.”
“I’m not wearing any now,” Archie offers.
I chuckle. “I can see that. But we won’t be playing until later. You might not want to be naked all afternoon.”
"Hmm…I wouldn't be averse to it. What will you do next?"
“Order you to lie down on my bed. Then I’ll blindfold you and cuff you to it.”
Archie shivers, which makes his cock rub against mine.
“Then I’m going to dribble wax over your skin and slide ice cubes over your body.”
“Holy fuck, that sounds hot,” Archie breathes. “And cold.”
“That’s the idea.”
"Then when you're a beautiful, trembling mess, I'm going to play with your arse."
“How?” Archie asks. He raises his hand to my jaw, caressing me softly.
“Fire and ice,” I remind him.
He narrows his eyes. “You might have to be more specific than that.”
“Ginger.” I kiss him hard. “And an ice dildo.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Is thatsafe?”
I chuckle. “If you know what you’re doing and you’re careful.”
“And you know what you’re doing?” he checks.
“Aye,” I assure him. “I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you.”
He looks at me with complete trust in his eyes. It’s a heady thing to see in a man’s eyes. It’s one of the reasons I love being a Dom. To know that a man is willing to trust me completely is empowering.
“After our bath, we’ll make the ice dildo,” I say.
