“Remove your eyepatch,” she demands. “I want to play with the real you.”
Her words feel like… I don’t fucking know. Everything that’s good in this world. My Little Thief wants all of me, and I’m incapable of denying her anything.
“Anything for you,” I rasp as I remove the eyepatch. Then I bend down for a kiss. “Happy now?”
“Yes,” she sighs, content. Raven frowns as I move away from her face. “What are you doing?” she asks, hearing me move but unable to lift her head enough to see now.
“Close your eyes,” I rasp, the frozen toy cold even against my palm. “I have something new for you. Promise you won’t look until I say you can.”
“Matteo,” she whines.
“Promise me.”
She huffs. “Fine, I promise.” With those words, she obeys, her eyes fluttering closed.
I watch her face as I trail the ice-cold dildo down her body, starting at her throat. She gasps at the unexpected sensation, her body jerking against the restraints. But keeping her word, her eyes remain closed.
“Cold!” she yelps, but there’s excitement in her voice, not protest.
I circle her wax-decorated nipples with the frozen toy, watching her pierced flesh pucker and tighten even further. The contrast of sensations—the cooling wax, the icy toy, the heat of her own body—has her moaning continuously now, a litany of curses and pleas falling from her lips.
“Remember when you told me about this fantasy?” I murmur, sliding the toy lower, across her stomach. “Fire and ice.”
“Yes,” she hisses, lifting her hips in invitation. “God, yes. Please, Matteo. Put it inside me. I need it.”
I lower my face enough that I can blow air on her wet, swollen cunt. She’s so ready that when I press the ice-cold dildo against her entrance, it slides in with almost no resistance, despite the shock of the temperature.
“Fuck!” she screams, her entire body bowing off the table. “Oh my God, oh my fucking God!”
I work the frozen toy deeper inside her, watching her face contort with the overwhelming sensation. Her pussy lips are already flushed dark pink, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
When I bend to kiss her, swallowing her increasingly desperate moans, I can feel her body already tensing on the edge of climax.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her mouth. “Let me feel you come on this ice-cold dildo. Show me how much you love it.”
I thrust the toy deeper, angling it to hit exactly where she needs it most, and she shatters. Her orgasm tears through her with such force that she actually screams my name, her body convulsing around the frozen intrusion, pussy clenching visibly with each wave of pleasure.
“Now you can open your eyes again,” I growl.
Epilogue 2
Matteo
Idon’t give her time to fully recover from her orgasm. While her body still twitches with aftershocks, I fuck her harder with the ice-cold dildo, twisting it inside her so the frozen ridges drag against her sensitive walls.
Her head thrashes from side to side as her moans turn into pure primal cries for more. When I reach for the candle again with my free hand, her entire body tenses in anticipation, knowing what’s coming next but completely helpless to do anything but take it.
“Oh God. Yes, God. Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, voice already hoarse from screaming. “Matteo, I can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I drive the dildo deeper, grinding it against her G-spot while I hold the candle poised above her stomach. “And you will.”
The first drop of wax lands just below her navel, making her jerk and cry out. The second and third follow in quick succession, creating a burning path down toward her mound.
Her pussy clenches visibly around the dildo, the contrasting sensations of ice inside and fire outside overwhelming her senses.
“Fucking hell!” she half-screams, half-sobs, pulling at her restraints. “It’s too much… it’s… fuck. Don’t stop!”
I drip more wax across her hips, down her thighs, watching her skin flush pink beneath the hardening red drops. All while continuing to work the frozen toy in and out of her soaked cunt, building her toward another climax.
