His finger circles my pucker. There’s a cold sensation at first, but it quickly becomes warm as the lube heats up. I groan as he slips his finger inside me. He plays for a while, loosening me up, turning me on. I’m helpless to do anything but enjoy the way he fucks my arse with his finger tantalisingly slowly. Pressure builds up in my balls, and I want to explode and soak the bed in my cum, but right before I tip over the edge, he withdraws his finger. I pant, waiting, unable to see which of the two substances he’s going to fuck me with.
He pushes something into my arse. It’s slim and tingly, and my muscles clench tightly around it. I start to moan as the tingling becomes warm. It must be the ginger. An ice dildo wouldn’t create this sort of sensation. It builds up from an almost pleasant tickle inside my body to a pain that feels like there’s a nest of hornets up my arse. My moan intensifies along with the heat and the pain. Tears burn my eyes, and I sob.
“Check in,” Hamish demands.
“Yellow.” I loved it at first, but now I’ve had enough.
He removes the ginger, and I pant through the residual pain. I expect it to stop hurting right away, but it doesn’t. My arse is on fire. There’s a shift in the mattress, and I know Hamish is no longer beside me. He doesn’t leave me alone for long. I hear a tap running in the en suite, and a few seconds later, the mattress dips again, and I feel his weight beside me. He rubs my arse, parts my cheeks, and presses the freezing dildo to my entrance. The surface is wet, and water drips onto my crack and balls as it starts to melt. Slowly, he pushes it inside me. The textured surface makes me tremble and groan.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I whisper.
The furnace inside me cools down, briefly pleasant before swinging the other way to bitterly cold. I grit my chattering teeth and clench my hands as he slowly drives the ice dildo back and forth.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
I'm lost. I can tell that the heat of my arse is melting the dildo. My muscles chase the sensation as it slowly becomes slimmer inside me. I whimper and bite out a string of expletives as Hamish continues to fuck me. I can barely think. My brain aches as though I've eaten ice cream far too fast.
“Sir!”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to come.”
He fucks me harder, the ice dildo sliding in and out of my body with ease. The texture from the string is practically gone now. Not that it matters. The pain of the cold is what’s driving my pleasure now. Every sensation Hamish has orchestrated becomes overwhelming as they drown out everything else but the pain and pleasure he’s subjecting me to. I’m no longer in control of myself. My body reacts without my permission, as though I’m a puppet and Hamish is my master, pulling my strings as I hurtle towards an orgasm.
I let go.
A feeling of euphoria slams into me, and I soar into the sky on the wings Hamish has given me. I rise up, up, towards the fierce sun, knowing I’ll find release there. I only hope that Hamish will be there to catch me when my wings burn and I inevitably fall.
I scream as my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. My cock pulses, and the heat of my cum blossoms around my groin, soaking me. I cry, tremble, and shake. I’m exhausted, utterly spent.
Hamish takes the ice dildo away and gently brushes the wax from my skin. He unfastens the cuffs and takes off the blindfold. I blink. Everything close to me is completely out of focus, making me dizzy. I close my eyes and lie still, the only sound I make a contented whimper. Somehow Hamish manages to get the sheet that’s covered in wax and cum out from under me. He rolls me onto my back and wipes my genitals and thighs clean with a warm damp cloth.
Next, he cradles my wrist in his hand and gently massages it, working away the stiffness from being bound for…well…however long it was. His hands are slick with oil, which smells sweet and feels pleasantly warm on my skin. When he's done, he lays my hand over my stomach. He loosens up my other wrist and then each of my ankles, taking the same heart-melting care and attention with each limb. Then he rubs my shoulders, easing his hands over the top of my chest to my upper back. I was relaxed before, but now I'm positively floating. The oil seeps into my skin, nourishing it and taking away the stiffness caused by the dried wax. He rolls me onto my stomach, massaging my entire back, my arms, my legs. I couldn’t have got a better massage if I’d paid for it. I drift in and out of sleep as his hands caress my skin, my thoughts filled with the memory of what we’ve just done and fantasies of what’s yet to come.
When he’s finished, he moves me onto my back again and lies beside me. I realise he’s naked as he draws me to his chest and his fuzz tickles my overly sensitive skin. He strokes me gently, giving me all the time I need to come back to myself. I burrow against him, needing his warmth as my body and mind start to go into free fall. Like at the party, his embrace acts like a parachute, helping me come down from my high slowly and safely.
Eventually, my body stops trembling, and my teeth stop chattering. My body becomes less sensitive, but I'm still acutely aware of the way Hamish's body hair feels against my skin and the heat of his breath puffing over the top of my head. I enjoy the way his fingers glide over my arm, so soft and tender I want to cry. My heart aches but for all the right reasons. I'm so overwhelmed by the whole experience I don't dare try to speak. I just want to soak up this bear of a man who took me to a level of ecstasy I've never reached before. He gave me wings, and I flew to the sun.
“Talk to me,” he says.
I have no idea how long we’ve lain here together. Time is irrelevant. This room, this bed, his arms are my entire universe right now, and Hamish is its centre.
“That was wonderful,” I whisper. “The pain…the pleasure…the orgasm…” I groan and push my body harder against his. I want to feel every inch of him against my skin.
“Do you need anything?” he asks.
“Just don’t let me go, Sir.”
“I won’t, Archieosaurus.”
I laugh because that nickname is always going to be funny.
He tightens his grip on me and kisses the top of my head. “Do you need anything to eat or drink?”
“Not yet. I will, but right now, I just want to feel you around me.”
