He squeezed the bulb again, another sudden spike of suction. The pain jolted her and she screamed, a strangled sob, helpless under the surge of pressure.
“Nowyou’re close.”
Her whole body shook. Her mouth opened on a silent plea, cunt fluttering around his fingers, aching for release.
And he withdrew his fingers.
“No! please—” she gasped.
“No,” he said coldly. “You want mercy? Earn it. You’ll come when I say you can, and not a second before.”
Her mouth fell open on a silent wail. Her body begged, twitching with unmet need.
“Kenny and Boone gave you the all-clear, but you won’t get one from me until you show me youwantto be a good little whore again, more than just a mouthy cunt in need of correction, even when you’re needy.Especiallywhen you’re needy, desperate, and still denied.”
He leaned in, “I don’t want a bratty bitch with disrespectful opinions, I want obedient meat with a heartbeat.”
Rather than breaking her and cooling her passion, his words stoked the fire and shoved her closer to the edge. She writhed in the tub, panting, her body desperate for friction. Her clit throbbed under the pump like it had its own pulse, every ragged breath a plea.
She didn’t notice the ice until it was already inside her, cooling everything just enough to stall the orgasm millimeters away from taking her under.
Then another. And another until the cold inside her made her clit hurt rather than merely throb under the pump. The freezing cold in her cunt made everything cramp and scream, and she wailed like a banshee, wretched anguish bouncing off the walls, filling the room.
Another cube. And another. Shoved deep, turning her former heat into arctic agony.
Then one tucked between her cheeks, centered right over her raw, welted asshole, and he pressed it inside.
The cold twisted her bowels and she screamed again. Couldn’t stop.
“You don’t get off,” he chuckled when her screams faded. “Time to calm you the fuck down.”
The chill took the edge off, but the swollen ache still pulsed between her legs. Every shift in the water sent little shocks through her.
He tapped the bulb again. Gave it another slow squeeze. Another cube pressed into her pussy. Her back arched. Her muscles trembled with effort just to endure. Another brutal squeeze.
Her eyes fluttered. Her arms trembled. Her body was no longer hers. She collapsed back, panting. Her entire pelvis throbbed with raw, angry heat beneath the cold — a mess of conflicting sensations that blurred into agony.
“You’re leaking poison,” he said softly, crouching beside the tub, brushing her hair from her face. “Sass. Pride. Anger. Ego. That’s what this is. I’m sucking it out of you, draining it from your greedy little whore clit.”
He squeezed the bulb yet again, analytically watched her arch, then finally released the suction.
She shuddered. Whimpered. Her clit throbbed like an open wound. Her cunt clenched around emptiness.
“Thank me,” he whispered, leaning close. “Thank your owner for drawing some of the poison out.”
It hadn’t occurred to her the pain might be for a reason, and her breath hitched. “Thank you, Sir, for drawing some of the poison from my clit.”
He leaned down and kissed her temple. Gentle. Reached for the shampoo and washed her hair with slow, steady fingers. Massaged her scalp with such jarring tenderness she nearly cried all over again.
She let him wash her. Let herself be handled. She was meat, but she washismeat. A thing ruined and wrecked, but then cared for.
And still, her cunt pulsed between her legs.
When her hair was conditioned better than she ever managed, when he’d rinsed it and kissed her on the temple again, he ordered, “Spread-kneel.”
She went to her knees, and he soaped the cloth and worked it down her back, over her sore shoulders, all the way to her bruised, burning ass. He didn’t rush. Didn’t avoid the angry lines or the leftover sting.
Heincludedthem.
