I try to nod in eager agreement. I’ll do anything to please him. But the minute movement of my head is restricted by the twine tied to my gag, and my small sign of assent morphs into a full-body shudder.
His low laugh caresses my soul like dark velvet as he drops to his knees beside me.
“This will hurt, but you’ll take it for me. You do suffer so beautifully.”
I cry out at the first icy kiss of the sphere against my lips. He rubs it over them where they’re forced apart around the gag. I never knew my lips could be so sensitive, and the sensation of the ice is almost cold enough to sear them.
Hot tears spill down my cheeks, and he captures them on the sphere, further melting it for his drink.
“I can’t wait to taste your tears,” he rumbles, licking at the salty wetness on the ice.
An ecstatic wave shudders through me at the pleasure he finds in my subjugation. His happiness is all that matters to me. Even in his torment, he’s wringing bliss from every throbbing inch of my most intimate areas. I will do anything to please him in return.
His cock is a hard, thick rod straining against his jeans, but he makes no move to free it. He’s enjoying himself, taking his sadistic time with me.
The ice touches just beneath my chin, then rolls down the column of my throat. My skin sparks everywhere it caresses my heated flesh. My mind begins to float, all lingering thoughts melting away with the ice as he rubs the sphere along the underside of my breasts.
A high-pitched whine echoes off the tiles, and I don’t recognize that I’m making the animal sound.
Cold sears my nipple, and I scream into the gag. Hot, wet arousal soaks my inner thighs as my core contracts madly around the vibrator. It stimulates the hook in my ass, and my inner muscles undulate around the intrusion.
He keeps me on the edge of a vicious orgasm as he deftly rolls the sphere around my nipples, torturing my breasts.
When tears blur my vision, I blink hard to keep his perfect face in focus. The handsome lines of his features are drawn sharp with carnal hunger, and he studies my body with clinical precision. He rolls the sphere down my belly, pausing just above my clit.
My scream resounds through the penthouse when the ice hits my sensitive bundle of nerves. The pain sears my consciousness, and my entire body goes rigid. As my muscles lock up tight, they squeeze around the vibrator and the hook, and my elusive orgasm finally rushes through me with the force of a riptide.
My lashes flutter, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head, but I resolutely keep my gaze locked on my dark god.His eyes are still fixed on my pussy, watching my body intently through my orgasm.
“Perfect,” he growls, his own lust riding him hard.
He swirls the remnants of the ice sphere through the desire that wets my thighs and teases the small ball through my aching labia.
“I’ll taste your delicious cunt with every sip.” He drops the ice into his whisky and takes a moment to inhale the perverted scent.
His eyes finally lock on mine, and he takes a slow draw of the amber alcohol.
A visceral aftershock of pleasure sizzles through me at the sight of his twisted pleasure in tasting me. He lowers the glass slowly, swirling it slightly so that the ice clinks against the crystal in a mocking song.
He clicks the button on the remote, and the vibrations inside me increase to a ruthless intensity. My pleasure crests again, but it doesn’t abate this time. It goes on and on, and all I can do is moan and shake as cruel ecstasy consumes me.
He holds his glass in the same hand that grips the rope leash, and with every sip, he tugs on the hook, stimulating me to the point of madness. Idle snaps of the crop against my ass make fresh licks of pain stoke my lust, and I don’t know the difference between pleasure and pain. There’s only erotic sensation and my master’s control.
He takes his time, savoring his drink while he keeps me pinned in his imperious stare. My dark god’s attention is a divine mercy. I don’t have meaning without his rapt focus. If he looks away from me, I won’t exist. I’m his, completely and irrevocably.
When he finally finishes his drink, he sets the glass down on the counter and retrieves the slim jewelry box from his pocket.
“I think you’ve more than earned your diamonds,” he rumbles. “Are you ready to accept your new collar? Once it’son, you will never take it off.” He says the sweet promise like a warning. “You’ll wear it every minute of every day, and you’ll know that you’re mine.”
He drops the crop so that he can unbuckle the gag. It falls from my mouth, and I immediately begin to babble my devotion.
“Yours, Master,” I vow. “I’m all yours. I love you.”
His slow grin appears almost drunken, as though my words of devotion grant him the most intoxicating high he’s ever experienced.
“Sweet pet,” he praises. “My Abigail.”
The diamonds settle around my neck, draping just above my collarbones. The delicate clasp closes at my nape, more permanent than the rose gold padlock on my leather collar. A sense of security and peace bathes me in a warm glow, and I bask in the perfection of being his.
