Only now did she notice how quiet it was in the house. As long as he had been with her, touching her, it had almost felt like his hands were talking to her, but now the silence lay heavily on her mind and made her feel lonely. Her body was longing for him to return, feel his touch that made her skin burn with desire as if his fingers were smouldering coals. Her heart leapt with joy when she heard him come back into the room after what seemed like an eternity. He set down something on the low living room table and she heard the sound of a match being lit. What was he up to? Not being able to see, literally being left in the dark, was driving her insane. Couldn’t he just talk to her? For two months all she got from him was his voice and now that he was finally here she realised she was lost without it. There was nothing to cling to, to guide her. A burning sensation on her lower stomach, just below her navel, brought her mind back to the room with a jerk. For a split second her mind couldn’t figure out whether whatever he had placed on her was burning hot or freezing cold and instinctively she jerked her hips to get rid of the object. Immediately she felt a hot sting on her right inner thigh and screamed out with pain and shock. “What the fuck w..?” She didn’t get any further with her angry curse she screamed at him as another sharp sting struck her other thigh, causing her to scream out again. She tried to close her legs to avoid any more blows to her tender flesh but he caught her legs and effortlessly held her in position. Her strength was no match for his and in a twisted sort of way this realisation put her mind at ease. The pain in her thighs from the punishment had faded to a warm glow and she gave up the struggle. He softened his grip on her legs and she felt him stroke her face soothingly, felt all warm and tingly from this caring gesture. He replaced the object on her stomach and this time she only twitched a little bit before she realised that he had put an ice cube on her skin. Dina almost laughed out loud with relief. The ice started to melt quickly on her hot skin and the water trickled down both sides of her body, giving her delicious goose bumps when he blew teasingly against her moist skin. He let the ice melt completely before she heard him reach into the container with ice again. An icy shower rained down over her breasts and she couldn’t help but squirm again, this time with pleasure. The water felt so refreshing on her overheated body and the shivers that shook her were not only from the cold… But yet again, he removed the ice and gave her inner thighs another stinging smack. She had half expected it and only let out a small yelp this time. The pain wasn’t all that bad, it was the shock of the unexpected sting biting into her that had unsettled her before. She remained still, hoping that the pleasurable cool shower would start sooner this way and he didn’t disappoint her but grabbed another handful of ice and let the melting water dance on her breasts. She inhaled deeply, heaving her breasts as if to get more of the refreshing liquid, and noticed the familiar pulsating starting between her legs. Her whole body tensed with the building arousal, wishing he would finally touch her where she needed it and answer the call of her throbbing sex. She raised her hips, hoping to get his attention, but he obviously had his own plans. His cold and damp palms touched her nipples almost imperceptibly, rubbing against the very top of her swollen nubs in deliberate and painstakingly slow circles. The subtlety of the contact was pure torture – why didn’t he simply fuck her? She wanted to feel his weight on her body, wanted him to fill her up completely, feel him everywhere. The light touch was driving her insane! Frustrated she tried to move her overstimulated breasts closer to his hands, but he followed her every move and maintained the tormenting gentle rubbing, always just out of reach for her and then, suddenly, his hands were gone. She hadn’t noticed when he had stopped his pleasurable torment because his touch had been so incredibly light and an echo of the long stimulation was still tangible. Her nipples were throbbing with a mix of pleasure and pain by now and her breathing was shallow and fast, her whole body soaking wet.

A fresh ice cube touched her dry lips and she opened her mouth a little, trying to catch the cool liquid with her tongue in a desperate dance. He let her struggle for a short while before giving her what she was craving for. Eagerly she sucked on the ice relishing the cold water quenching her thirst like it was the sweetest nectar when a red hot pain emanating from her left nipple nearly made her choke on the ice cube in her mouth. A gurgling sound rang through the air followed by a loud scream. Something hot was being poured on her already sore tits. In an attempt to stop the torment she pulled her hands towards her but Paul caught her arms and held them firmly in place. Her eyes opened wide with shock beneath the blindfold and she fought a desperate struggle to get free. Paul had the better position, though. He was kneeling between her wide spread legs, leaning into her and using his body weight to hold her down. She was no match for him. When she fully realised that she didn’t stand a chance she started to sob quietly. What did she get herself into? Her tears disappeared into the soft fabric of her silk scarf. Paul released one hand from her arms and stroked her face, her hair, one finger traced the outline of her beautifully carved upper lip. And then he let his hand slide lower, over her neck, down between her breasts and over her stomach…she let out a gasp when she felt him on her pussy, stroking the whole length of it gently before dipping one, then two fingers into her. Oh my God, she was soaking wet! He let his finger just rest inside of her while circling her clit with his thumb over and over again. She moaned with pleasure and her hips thrust upwards to meet Paul’s hand, rocking back and forth. Her body was on auto pilot, lost in desire, when she felt the hot wax on her other nipple, initiating another jolt of pain. But this time the pleasure won over the pain. She jerked her head back and let out a long groan. He hadn’t stopped working his magic on her clit and soon she felt the first signs of an orgasm building deep inside of her. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire when he abruptly withdrew his hand from her, leaving her trembling and frustrated yet again. A primitive growl answered his retreat. She was beyond words, reduced to a purely sexual being that had been cheated from its reward. Dina was panting and her breaths were coming in rapid forced gasps.

As soon as the wave of pleasure had ebbed away slightly Paul started rubbing her swollen pleasure nub again and she felt her lust build again, determined to follow it through to the end this time, he wouldn’t leave her frustrated again, he wouldn’t dare! Just then he replaced his finger with another ice cube and the sudden cold almost sent her over the edge straight away. But again, he took away the item of pleasure an instant before she passed the point of no return. He gave her a moment to relax and then teased her clit again. The dance along the edge, keeping her so close to cumming but never quite allowing that release, drove her wild. Her mind and body didn’t belong to her anymore, she didn’t have a vote in this game of lust and frustration – her entire being only listened to one master, Paul. She had no chance but to give in to her fate and let her body ride with the waves of sensations that he produced, squirming with desire when Paul sent her through a cycle of pleasure and pain, alternating between using hot wax and cool ice all over her skin. After a while she couldn’t even tell the sensations apart anymore. When she thought she couldn’t take any more he slipped two ice cubes into her dripping wet pussy and fucked her with his fingers, pushing the ice deep inside of her. Her cunt contracted in spasms around the cold invader and she screamed out her lust freely, her whole body arching with the building orgasm. Paul stopped his assault on her pussy and the melted ice gushed out of her, leaving a cold trace down to her ass crack. Before she could fully grasp the emptiness she felt his hard cock at the gaping mouth of her crotch and he entered her with one hard thrust, burying his hot shaft to the hilt in her cold pussy. He let her adjust to the new feeling of fullness before he began fucking her with long deliberate thrusts, pulling out completely on every outward motion so that only the tip of his cock lingered at her entrance and before she had the chance to adapt he would violently attack her again, causing Dina to growl with pleasure. Paul grabbed her legs, raising her ass off the floor, and knelt between her legs, her pussy speared on his pole leaving her hanging in the air to her shoulders. Leaning into her he held her outstretched arms in an iron grip, nailing her upper body to the floor so that her back was arched, displaying her tortured breasts even more, leaving them vulnerable and available for his mouth. He teased her still tender nipples with his tongue first and then bit them hard and she writhed with pain and pleasure as much as was possible while being restrained between his cock and strong hands. Never in her life had she been used this way…and certainly never been so overwhelmed with pleasure, with sheer lust pulsating through her entire body.