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"Cold As Ice." Danny Johnson/Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. A Commission.

SO! I know, I know, almost radio silence on here for fucking days but I was busy writing this BEAUTY! The lovely, fantastic, amazing, and so much more Kelly or @darklylucid commissioned me for this beast. She laid out a 400 word outline and told me to “Go the fuck off and have fun.” So in typical Triple X Bexxx fashion I took that and ran with it and wrote 10K. I love Danny so much, I love Kelly, I was more than happy to do this, it’s been a while since I’ve written a one-shot anywhere near this length and I think this is officially my longest one. SO! Let’s not waste time, let’s get into the filth fest! Thanks again to Kelly for comming me and giving me permission to post this full and un-edited just as it was to her! Let’s fucking go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 10.3K. Danny Johnson/Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: DUB-CON! Stalking. Obsessive Behaviour. Disturbing Behaviour. Man Handling. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Blow Job. Oral Sex. Cunnlingus. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Object Insertion. Gags. Begging. Pleading. Temperature Play. Ice Play. Threats. Dirty Talk. Praise. Breaking And Entering. Blood Play. Murder. Mentions Of Violence. Restraints. Rope Play. Shibari. Crying Reader. Dacryphilia. Sensory Deprivation. Blind Folds. Punishment. Overstimulation. Cumplay. Fear Play. Rough Sex. Knife Play. Teasing. The Barest Hint Of The Idea Of Necrophilia. Creampie. Pet Names. Terms Of Endearment. "Good Girl." Used.

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You were bad.

That is why he was doing this.

Well not the only reason he was doing this. It was out of love. The sick, twisted, obsessed kind of love that only he could conjure up for you. A firm hand to guide you is what you needed and he could provide it for you. Even if you weren’t aware that you needed it yet he would make you see, show you that you needed him as much as he needed you and it was a need.

A deep, clawing, festering thing in his chest, black and sickeningly sticky and sharp thorny vines wound around his heart akin to barbed wire. You had been poisoning his brain starting at the stem and rising up until his mind was sitting in a cocktail of urges, of hormones and of you, wonderfully lovely, precious, you.

Yes you were someone truly unique and special. So much so his usual activities have fallen by the wayside. He had been so focused on you as of late, you were taking up most of his time and attention and he was having a hard time fighting it. You were so fun to get caught up in that he couldn’t resist.

Not like he fought hard to resist his urges. He was usually the type to seize what he wanted, a real go-getter who loved to indulge himself, he wasn’t going to just sit around and let what he desired pass him by.

He remembered the day he first saw you.

He was always so careful and purposeful in what he did, especially with his job, but even with the most meticulous and careful people things can fall through the cracks. He was out, taking pictures and later that night he was reviewing them and he saw you. Coming out of a coffee shop, totally innocent, looking a little preoccupied, the longer he looked the more he thought about you. Where were you off to?

He moved on but weirdly, he felt drawn to that picture. Keeps coming back to it. To you. What did you do during your days, for work, for pleasure? He wondered on and on and it took a few weeks before deciding that maybe he should get to know you better.

But that means finding you first and foremost.

He only had the picture to go off of so he figured that going back to that same coffee shop and waiting to see you come around again was the best bet, more than that, it was the only chance he had. So he continued going back to that shop, hanging out across the street around the same time he recalled taking the first picture and it took a couple of weeks but his persistence pays off. He sees you again and the picture did not do you justice honestly, you look even better in person. He takes a few more pictures of you through the window of the shop but he knows it won’t be enough. He needs more than a couple of images, that is what leads him to following you home, subtly of course, can’t let you catch on too soon.

Your place is nice.

Totally you. From the colours you chose, to the art you hung and the books on your shelves and even your bedspread it was so clearly your space. How people choose to live and decorate says so much about the person occupying that space and he soaked up everything that your space said about you.

It only got easier to fantasise about you the longer he watched and more so after the first time he stopped in while you were out. Your choice of soap and shampoo helped aid in those day dreams, knowing how you smell, your bed was so comfortable and he even got to indulge in some of your cooking via the leftovers from dinner you made last night left in the fridge.

The need to introduce himself to you became too much to bear when during one late night spying session he finally got to see you touch yourself. It was hot, very hot, seeing how you did it and moved, seeing you cum

But the way you went about it? Sooo inefficient, it took you so long and it didn’t seem like it did because you were purposefully taking your time and luxuriating in it.

It was clear you wanted to speed the process along but it was almost like you didn’t have the know-how or the confidence or rather something was just lacking to really make it click.

He could help with that.

He interpreted it as a clear invitation. Someone like you deserved to feel good, deserved to have everything you could ever want and obviously, that meant him. Even if you didn’t know it yet, he was going to make you see, make you understand and most importantly, make you feel. That was it, you needed to feel; going to feel pain and pleasure and fear and the whole, full range of human emotion on the spectrum and he was going to do it.

The first time he introduced himself to you was one of the best nights he has ever had with a victim.

How easy it was to break in, and how terrified you were, how much you fought and struggled, the fear in your eyes as he talked on and on and explained who he was and how he had found you.

That same fear that slowly relented and melted to pleasure. The fashion in which your body gave in to him as he touched and took and explored and that isn’t to even mention how hard you came. Leading up to it you were almost crying, body a shaking and leaking mess as you tugged on his clothes and you pant out over and over to him, “-don’t stop, don’t stop, PLEASE don’t stop-”

Until your words blended together into an incomprensible mess and you tipped over and were clenching around his fingers stuffed inside you as the orgasm took hold. He got you to beg him on the very first night, he knew he could show you pleasure like you’d never felt previously, he knew you’d needed him and you proved it right then and there that he made the right call.

You were too fun for him to kill, certainly not anytime soon. He was going to have a hell of a good time with you before that ever happened, as he continued to visit and break you down, he learned that you had this wonderful little mix of wanting more but not quite knowing what more really meant.

Again, that is what he was here for.

He introduced you to so much, got you invested and almost thoroughly addicted to what he made you feel, but much more importantly, to him.

He still made sure that you didn’t know anything major about him. You knew what his voice sounded like, when he had the mask on anyway, what his cum tasted like and a few minor things from conversation you had pre or post fuck.

You did know what his face looked like but you didn’t know that it was him. He couldn’t resist. He ‘bumped’ into you at the coffee shop and had a little meet-cute-esq conversation with you. He got off to it insanely hard in the bathroom of that same coffee shop after you parted. His body language and his voice were different out of the costume and knew you’d never catch on, but he knew and it got him rock hard.

He tried so many different things but as of late, one of his favourites was taking the main focus, he was seeing how far he could push you with denial. He loved coming by, touching and teasing, hurting, invoking fear and doing all those things he had discovered you’d loved over these past few months, working you up beautifully, getting you so painfully close only to deny you.

It started off easily. Edging you carefully a few times before letting you cum over and over and then edging you more and letting you cum less. He loved it, made him cum so hard, having the thing you wanted so much, the thing you were asking for, pleading with him for. Making you believe he just might give it to you only to again, at the very last second, pull the rug out from under you? Orgasm fuel like no other. The way you whined and cried, fan-fucking-tastic.

He might have gotten a little too into it.

Might have pushed too far.

One night he decided it was time, he was going to leave without you even cumming once after being brutally edged for around two hours. When you realised what he was about to pull, begging him to stay, to not leave you like this? He was grinning so wide. He had already cum twice and he could feel himself getting hard yet again watching you. Bared and sweaty, sitting up in bed in your tangled sheets, brows furrowed and reaching out to him, trying to beckon him back, “Please don’t leave me like this! Please help me, please-”

It was tempting but what he had in mind was going to be so much better, so fucking worth it.

“C’mon hon, it won’t be long. You can wait for me, can’t you?” He asked with a cock of his head and you almost whimpered and he said, “Think about how fucking good it will be when I help you out next.”

“I really don’t think I can-” You started and he said, “Be a good girl for me. Wait. Okay?”

You took a deep and shuddering breath and with your head dropping forward you sighed out, reluctantly, “Okay.”

“That is what I want to hear. No cumming on your own. Next one you have will be from me.” He let the smile on his face bleed through his tone.

He thought you were still afraid enough of him that the extra threat as he headed out the window wasn’t needed. He thought you were smarter and well aware he was always watching you. But you couldn’t wait. You managed some sleep but the next night you got off, you waited for him but once you feared he wouldn’t come that night to see you, the need overtook and you made yourself cum.

If you only waited just a little longer he would have swooped in and made you see stars. You rubbing your poor and empty cunt all alone in your dark bedroom, it was sad honestly.

Oh well.

You gave him a much better gift by disobeying him. A chance to try something he had wanted for such a long time. Once you were asleep he went home to get some rest himself, he knew just what he was going to do.

The following evening you were out with some friends, how perfect was that? He broke in the usual way, a little something in hand to help make this happen. Making his way to the kitchen, he filled the mould he brought along and walked it carefully to your freezer, found just the spot to hide it where you won’t find it and left it there. He didn’t linger tonight, tomorrow he would be here long enough, he left and stuck around till you came home and he was sure you made it into bed.

It was going to be such a good night tomorrow.

He bided his time and waited until you were in bed again, sure that you were almost asleep before making his way silently inside. He crept in, paused briefly at the front door, taking a moment, a deep breath, he was so fucking excited for this it was almost unreal. He looked down and saw your boots discarded in their usual spot by the front door. He had to admit it was one of the first things that he noticed about you, the fact that your boots matched his, maybe it was corny but he liked that. A pair of leather fuck off boots being what you wore on the daily mirroring what he wore when he was traipsing around in his killer garb, it helped aid him in being drawn to you.

He figured that he should start the evening off right, it had been a while since he’d done this and thought it’d be fun. He wanted you to come to him.

He knew just how to go about it. He reached back, and fucked with the handle of your door, loudly, opened and closed the door much less quietly. Walked not as stealthy as normal to your kitchen, messed a bit with the cabinets, could hardly hold back the grin when he heard your bed springs shift.

You heard the sounds and it terrified you. Sitting up in bed with a start, you totally heard the front door, who the fuck was that? Who was here?

You cursed to yourself, as you got out of bed, you paced for a moment before taking a deep breath, getting the bat from under your bed, you didn’t think about it, knew yourself and if you tried to think too long you’d get stuck. You had to go confront this head on. You left the room, heart hammering and palms slick with sweat.

He listened intently to hear you open your bedroom door, listened as you tried to walk quietly down the hall, your pace was slow. He waited until you were about to come into the kitchen and then he grabbed you.

One hand wrapped around your wrist and the other clamped over your mouth to muffle the scream that attempted to leave your mouth. You were so taken off guard you dropped the bat in your hand and struggled until you heard that familiar voice in your ear, and the cool material of that mask on the side of your face, “Evening sweetheart.”

Fuck. Of course it was him. You inhaled deeply through your nose, the fear didn’t completely leave but it did dissipate knowing it was him, body sagging against him.

He loved when you reacted like that. “Awe, awfully relaxed now that you know it's me. How sweet is that.” His hand released your wrist and slid down your arm and then your side until it rested on your hip, a soft squeeze as he said, “You sure that’s smart?”

A questioning hum from you with your mouth still covered until he pulled it away and said, “Just saying maybe you should be a bit more afraid of me honey. You might be getting a little too comfortable for your own good.”

That makes your heart thump again and you swallow. “You think?”

“Think? I know. I mean look at who you are dealing with. I treat you so sweet because it’s fun but who’s to say that is gonna last forever.” The tone was sharp, implication clear and the silence that followed after was heavy. The fear was back so intensely so quickly. Perhaps you had been getting a little too comfortable for your own good.

He had come by post his little hobby, come by with his mask splattered with blood, gloves sticky and too wet, streaking crimson across your body as he touched you. He would be reeking of iron and amped up on adrenaline and looking to expend his excess energy on you.

He was very dangerous and he was right, he’d been sweet on you thus far.

The tension was thick as you thought of one thing. Would it last?

He broke the silence with a long laugh. His arms wrapping around you, a tight hug, “Fuck, lighten up!” A weak smile broke out on your face as you told him, “Very funny.”

You pulled away, turning around and finally looking at him properly, staring up to see him in that usual white mask. Seeing him like this, you are reminded of that, shit, maybe you should be more afraid and not so comfortable. He was a stranger, a killer, and he breaks into your place to touch and play with and fuck you. He does it extremely well but still you should have more reservations, shouldn’t you?

One of his hands came up and was pinching your cheek, “I got you so good. Could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest and the nerves pouring out of you.”

“Yeah, you sure got me.” You dead panned as you squirmed, jerking your head away which he then took as an opportunity to pat your cheek condescendingly, “You are way too uptight tonight. How about you drag me back to that bedroom of yours so we can relieve a little tension?”

You think that sounded like a much better use of tonight.

So you find yourself taking him back to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and he is standing at the end of the bed right in front of you, “Shocked you weren’t dragging me back here right away.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands with a quirk of your brow and there was a slight cock of his head, “Because you haven’t cum in days and must be just dying for me to get you off.”

Fuck.

How had you already forgotten his last visit?

It was earlier this week for fucks sake. Him coming into your room and teasing you, edging you for two hours, the longest so far without letting you cum once and speaking of cumming once, he didn’t even grant you that before he took off. He told you to hold off till he came back to finish you off and to your credit you lasted a day. One painful, swollen, need filled day before you gave in and made yourself cum, finally breaking the tension before passing out. Then yesterday you had an average night, went out with friends and then that brings us to tonight.

Him here, expecting you a needy mess and you were very much not.

You knew he wouldn’t take kindly to that. You, ruining all his hard work.

He was testing you. That is what this was. If you confessed and admitted it then maybe he might go easy on you, he would still punish you but would make it not as intense.

He couldn’t wait to see what you did.

“Yeah of course I am I just-” You looked away, eyes on the ground, “-didn’t wanna seem over-eager.”

Oh this was perfect. “Over-eager? Is that what we are calling it now?” He teased. He didn't wait for a response, choosing instead to speak again to ask, "So you were good?"

You fought the urge to swallow and nodded, "Yeah I was." You were digging yourself in deeper but there was no way he could have known, he hadn't stopped by that night, you were fine.

You finally looked up from the floor, back to him, back to that mask, he was much closer, arms crossed over his chest. "Well then if you waited you must be really excited, so much so I'm worried."

"Worried?" You asked and he affirmed. "Yeah. Real worried. So I was thinking I should tie you up."

Your heart was speeding up again at the suggestion. "Tie me up?"

"Yeah. For your own safety of course. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself. That's my job."

You could hear the glee clear in his tone. You felt bad. You felt afraid of letting him tie you up and have you totally at his mercy but you were lying right to his face, disobeyed him, you should let him do this. A silent apology to help assuage some of your own guilt. Plus, part of you did find the idea pretty exciting but before you could express any of this his hands were on you.

Oh. He wasn't asking before. He was telling you.

The clothes you wore were stripped away and discarded till you were bare before him. He wasn’t rushing but he was being forceful and you didn't complain. You never did when he did this, you liked being handled by him, undressed by him. The way in which he’d feel you through your clothes lighting fresh fire in you, hands touching you after each article was taken off and tracing over every newly exposed inch of skin, not gently, no he was far more possessive than that.

Those same hands were pushing you back onto the bed and positioning you how he wanted, telling you firmly, "Don't move."

You knew you should take heed so you do. He pulls out the lengths of soft looking red rope and you wondered where he had been hiding that.

It didn't matter where it came from when he began to wind that rope around you.

This part he really lingers on. It’s careful and methodical and sure. It only increases your arousal. How sure he is. It is like he planned it, so confident in his movements, knowing just where to place the ropes and how tight to make them. Constricting, serving their purpose to help immobilise you without choking or cutting off blood flow.

He started low, ankles encircled and then knees, then thick, several goes around your thighs. Ropes around your hips, crossing over your chest, framing your chest beautifully, pressure on your breasts present and aiding in pushing them out just a touch, not uncomfortable but still very much there. The crosses of the ropes around and between and under your breasts forming a pentagram. More over your shoulders and more around your elbows and wrists and all of it pulled tight.

You were on your back, feet together, knees apart, thighs spread. Arms secured to your sides, more rope around your biceps and then loops around your elbows, your wrists secured and tied to the ropes at your hips. He went even further to secure a small loop around your middle finger, you could clench your fists but not move your hands at all. Your legs, your arms, all of you was tied up tight, the places he chose working just as he intended to make movement impossible, a few of those ropes were secured to your headboard, no way you could even wiggle off the bed, not like you could go far with how you were tied but still.

You were stuck to your bed.

And better still, totally at his mercy.

You felt so wet and he hadn’t even felt between your legs once. He had ignored that part of you very pointedly as he tied you up. Strong gloved hands felt you everywhere else except there as he tied you up. Your body felt primed, alive with sensation and ready, you felt so fucking ready.

Not a thing you could do. Fear and excitement were totally intermingled by this point, excitement was winning out but barely. He had taken so much time tying you up, it was methodical, weirdly soothing while it excited you.

He was double checking you were okay. Fingers hooking in different points of the rig, tugging, making sure it was strong, no give, but wasn’t going to cause you any undue stress from being in it for a long time. Again he would hate a few knots and miss ties on his part to potentially cut the fun short.

“I have to go grab something.” He stated once he was satisfied with the current state of the ropes. He turned to the door and once he reached it, hand on the knob he turned to look over his shoulder and say, “Don’t go anywhere.”

You exhaled through your nose before shaking your head, one of the only movements your body could still make, “Very funny.”

“I thought so.” He called over his shoulder as he swung the door open and strode out into the hallway.

He left you alone and went to the kitchen. Went right to the fridge and opened up the freezer, reached the back, moved the bag of frozen vegetables to find what he had left in there last night, totally untouched just like he thought it would be. He put it all the way to the back, sure that you wouldn’t find it and as always, he was right.

He walked over to the sink and worked it out of the mould, it came out perfect, rock solid, thick, and took the shape amazingly well. It was around seven inches long and one and a half thick oh he was going to wreck you with this.

A dildo made out of pure ice, long and thick, ridges and veins, a damn good imitation. Just the thing to tourture and punish a girl as bad as yourself.

He left the mould there and snagged one of your dish towels from a drawer, wrapped it up and made his way back to the bedroom. He leaned in the doorway and told you, “Got a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

You gave him a confused look but complied, eyes falling closed and you listened. Hear him step into the room in those boots of his, until he was right next to the bed. “Good. Keep em closed.”

You then felt something that made you flinch. His gloved fingers running over your lips, he presses and instinctually your lips part for him. The leather feels cool as two of his fingers press down on your tongue, he forces your mouth open and you let him guide you. “Hold.”

You give a slight nod, holding your mouth open even as his fingers leave but your mouth is not left empty for long. You feel him pushing something in between your lips and forcing it down onto your tongue, the taste fills your mouth and it makes your brows furrow. It’s salty, musky, a little bitter too, you wonder what it is but then you feel more rope getting added to the mix. Keeping what felt like fabric in your mouth, a strong knot resting on your tongue, the wad of whatever the hell it was between it and your tongue. The rope was secured behind your head and tugged on, you were gagged now too.

“I’ve been holding onto these for a while.” You make a sound to question him and he says, “You know those sexy black panties you wore for me about oh, two weeks ago? The silky ones with the lace edges, low cut and so small?”

You gave a small nod and he said, “Well I dunno if you’ve been looking for them or not but the reason you couldn’t find them is because I held onto them.”

You move your tongue, you taste it now. It’s yourself that you are tasting.

“I didn’t clean them of course. I just love the smell of you, even added to the mess if you know what I mean, which I am positive you do.” Oh God. He took your soaked, dirty panties and had jacked off with them. You had the brief thought wondering how many times he had cum into them but in your current state it isn’t like you could ask.

It shouldn’t surprise you he is a filthy panty snatcher honestly. You are being forced to and gagged on the mess of the mix the pair of you made. No wonder he gagged you so you couldn’t try to get them out of your mouth.

“Alright, you ready to see your surprise?” He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Mmf.” You really were curious what he had planned for you tonight.

You were about to open your eyes but what he did next made them shoot open of their own accord. You would have jumped if you were able to, not just from surprise but from the cold, what was so cold? Your eyes shot down and you saw what he was holding. In his black leather gloved hand was gripped what looked like-

No way it couldn’t be.

A very phallic looking hunk of ice that he was currently drawing circles with on your stomach.

What was he going to do with that?

Your eyes went wide upon the realisation as to why it was shaped the way it was. Your eyes looked up at him, pleading, a small shake of your head.

“Oh you think you are in a position to refuse?” He laughed, head tipping back. “No, no sorry you aren’t. I mean look at you.” The hand currently not holding the ice hooked in some of the ropes on your thigh and tugged, emphasising further your current predicament that was truly setting in.

You were gagged, tied down and unable to move, totally helpless and he had a dick made of ice that was already starting to leave cold trails of water in its wake that he was surely planning to put inside of you.

His fingers slipped from the rope and slapped you lightly on the thigh, “You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.”

You were starting to freak out. He was enjoying the panic in your eyes as he slowly dragged the ice up higher and higher. He started to circle one of your nipples, watching as it hardened under the coldness of the object he was holding.

“So do you know why this is happening?” He asked and you were starting to clue in. He leaned in, hand cupped to the side of his head, ready to listen to you, still holding the ice to your nipple, and you would pout were it not for the gag. You made a few muffled sounds and wished you could squirm away as a few drops ran down the curve of your breast and he hummed, “Mmm no, can’t understand you.”

He sighed and sat back up right and moved slowly to your other breast. Circles that languidly closed in on your nipple and he said, “So I’ll just have to tell you!”

He was taking a moment to admire you like this. The fear in your eyes, the rise and fall of your chest, the water already running down your form and of course the ropes encasing you so beautifully.

“I came by the other night. So excited to see you, my favourite little play thing.” He tapped the end of his little instrument of torture against your nipple and you made a sound of protest behind the gag that he ignored. “I was all ready to sneak in and play with you, touch and taste, make you cum so fucking hard for being such a good girl and waiting and instead what do I see?”

He is moving the ice again, pulling it up, over your collarbone and your neck and you wanted to squirm away so badly, the chill was setting in now.

“I see an impatient writhing mess of a thing that couldn’t wait and just HAD to get herself off. Rubbing her clit practically raw in her bedroom, empty cunt and all alone. How fucking sad is that?” He sighed. “I was going to eat you out till you couldn’t think straight and couldn’t cum anymore but you had to go and ruin my plans.”

You whimpered, you should have waited, you would have fucking loved to have that and he is right. It would have been a much, much better orgasm on the end of his tongue rather than from your own fingers in your bedroom all alone like you did a few days ago.

Gloved hand reached out and stroked your cheek, making you look up at him as he asked, “What am I gonna do with you?”

A shake of his head as he pulled the frozen water away and you exhaled through your nose in relief. “I told you to wait, told you to be good and you said you would and you flat out broke your promise. I don’t like people who break their promises.”

He gripped your jaw hard, it hurt, it ached slightly and you felt the ice on you again. Tracing down between your breasts, you wanted to shiver but could not from how hard the ropes held you. “And on top of that I gave you an out and you lied about it. You could have come clean and I would have gone easier on you but no, you just couldn’t be honest.”

You were really, really regretting your choice in this moment as he went on, the fear was overtaking how excited you were earlier. Your heart was pounding, you clenched your fists, you wanted out, wished you weren’t tied up anymore.

“I can’t let that behaviour go unchecked, so obviously I needed to do something about it. Which brings us here.” He said with another sigh, he was clearly so displeased with you, the ice back on your stomach, you wanted to arch away from it but were unable.

“I am going to show you I am not a guy you can fuck with, not one to disobey and certainly not someone to lie to. I’m going to make you regret stealing that orgasm.”

You were so fucked.

You were sure he was correct and you were totally going to regret your choice.

“Enough waiting around, hmm? Only have so much time before this thing completely melts.”

He set it aside and said, “But first.”

You see him reach down and then pull up a strip of fabric, he leaned over you and lowered it over your eyes. Your world went dark as he blindfolded you and secured it behind your head. This was going to make it so much worse. You weren’t going to see what he was doing, where he was going to touch or put it.

This is hell.

A well designed and personally crafted hell.

“Now you are perfect. All ready for me to get started.”

You feel the mattress move and he gets off of the bed. You wait.

And wait.

And wait a little bit more.

The bastard was dragging this out on purpose. You were so fucking scared, this was going to be awful, what was he going to do and when was he going to do it?

You feel it first. Ice on your thigh and the want to jump again fills you. He must be on his knees on the floor because you hadn’t felt the shift again. Then on your opposite thigh you felt warmth, you placed what it was, his hand. He must have taken off one of his gloves to touch you with his bare hand and that isn’t something he did often. It excites you more.

He was tracing patterns with the coldness all over your inner thigh and rough palm running up and down the other, the split of the two feelings getting to you.

His hand moves up higher, you feel this thumb brush your clit, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your core and making you inhale harshly though your nose. He circles it a few times, testing the waters and the pleasure begins low and slow. His fingers move and two of them prod at your entrance as his thumb works you over and you wanted to arch your hips to invite him in but again, you can’t.

His fingers slid inside of you and you moaned. He’d lifted the dildo off of you, a small break from how cold it was and you focused on the warmth of him. Rubbing your clit and curling his fingers just so making you moan out behind the gag, your eyes shut tight behind the blindfold. It feels fucking good, really good, he is way too good with his hands.

He is loving this.

He is letting you get into it, enjoy the pleasure for a moment before he settles into ruining you. Another minute of careful stroking and fingering, curling into that sweet spot that makes you tense and your breathing go uneven. He is grinning to himself as he lines up the dildo, careful not to touch you and in one quick movement he switches. His thumb lifts off of your clit and the tip of his makeshift dildo touches down and you cry out behind the gag and clench down on his fingers.

Fuck! That is so, so cold. Your clit was so swollen from how worked up he’d gotten you, so sensitive so when he brought this in you really felt it.

He stilled his fingers inside of you. Circling your clit slowly, watching as you struggled internally, listening to the sounds you made behind your gag of pain and uncomfortableness. You were so hot, it was already starting to melt, rivlets of water running down your vulva chilling you further, pooling under your ass. You were clenching on his fingers so much already, he could only imagine how good it would feel to bury his dick inside you with the ice to your clit but no, not yet, he had to wait.

It was going to be so worth it.

“You're so warm inside.” He said easily, fingers sliding in and out again, another curl as he said, “I can’t wait to fix that.”

His fingers left you and you felt his hand on your inner thigh, a strong squeeze as he moved the ice dildo. He traced it up and down slowly, down one side of you and then up the other before running and splitting your lips down the middle and feeling that, the melting ice over your straining clit and down and over your leaking hole. You groaned behind the gag, you were already dying, how would you ever handle actually taking it inside?

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” He asked as if you could respond to him. You shook your head back and forth as much as you could trying to communicate to him, repeating one word over and over even though it was unintelligible through the gag. That word is of course, “No, no, no, no!”

You were sure he understood you but like he was going to stop this.

So much water was coming off of the toy he’d crafted, running down you and onto the bed below, he didn’t lay anything down and you were going to be sitting in a puddle of ice cold water at this rate.

“Yeah. You’re ready.” He adjusted his position, you felt his fingers on you, he pinched your clit and you groaned behind the gag again at the stab of pain. Hand is now on your hip, holding you and the toy is moved down so it is at your hole, he runs a few more circles before he starts to slide it inside for the first time. “Remember, you asked for this.”

Your whole body tenses. You cry out behind the gag, eyes squeezed shut again, your fists clench tight as he slides it inside inch by freezing and agonising inch.

“Oh there you go, look at you! Taking it so well.” He praises as his eyes were glued between your legs, watching as your hot and tight little hole was forced to swallow up the frozen false cock. It was a very arousing sight, he was already so fucking hard but he felt himself throb in his pants at the sounds you were making.

He didn’t stop, he kept going until his fingers were gripping the base and as much as he could stuff inside of you while still holding onto it was inside your soaked slit.

You were unable to stay quiet. Soft and muffled sounds constantly slipping out, whimpers and attempts at curses as you needed some outlet since you couldn’t move. It was impossibly cold.

It hurt.

The toy was so big, the stretch of it felt even stronger because the toy was so freezing, so unrelenting. Ice has no give to it whatsoever and you were feeling it.

It was already hurting from just how cold it was. You wanted it out, you wanted the gag out too, you wanted to beg and plead, wanted to apologise and make it up to him somehow.

He slowly began to slide it out and you groaned in slight relief before he thrust it in again and you half screamed at that. Your walls spasming around the ice and your fists were clenched so hard, nails biting into your palms. “You look amazing like this. All wrapped up just for me and in pain, desperate to get away. So good.”

His tone was startlingly affectionate. You would normally love the praise but right now your mind is just screaming for it to stop, it hurts, it was so cold it burned and then after a few more short thrusts he was pulling it out. You moaned out a ‘thank you’ into the gag and then felt it. Heat, warmth, what was it?

Oh God.

His breath fanning over your inner thighs and your soaked slit.

That means his mask is up and his mouth is right there and you feel his tongue drag up between your folds and you gasp into the gag. His mouth feels so good, soft and hot in comparison to what he had been torturing you with.

It felt good from the heat but not much else. You felt numbed from the ice so there wasn’t much pleasure.

At first.

He didn’t stop.

He worked and ate you out, lips and tongue working you over perfectly. Tongue circling your clit, lips wrapping around it, sucking indulgently before pulling off with a wet ‘pop’ and leaning back in. His tongue sliding down, licking at your hole before running around it before delving inside and making you tense under him. He slowly warmed you with just his mouth. Worked until the cold was almost totally gone, until you were feeling blissfully warm and moaning into the panties soaked with your shared juices and your own drool.

It was starting to feel really good, like if he kept it up another minute you’d be close but then his mouth lifted up and you felt the ice take its place and your body tensed immediately.

No time wasted before he was sliding it back in. Not as slowly as before. Much more firmly and he slid it in all the way before pulling it out halfway and thrusting it back in, a steady pace set as he fucked you with it. Each thrust makes you cry out slightly. You sighed out, “You taste delicious sweetheart.”

You tried to focus on what he was saying, hoping it would make fucking you over and over as he said, “You are really good. It’s part of why I’m doing this. You just need to be reminded sometimes.”

You couldn’t help feeling weak, head tipping back as you listened. Him praising you always made warmth bloom in your chest and usually your cunt but right now it was hard with the frosty toy seated inside you. The toy was so cold he felt it through his glove, chilling his hand, he could only imagine how it felt inside of you. How bad it was.

“I do this because you’re worth it. Because I care.” He said it in a way that was sickeningly sweet and on it went.

He pulled the ice dildo out again only to fall between your thighs with his mouth first. He ate you out, tongue flicking over your clit and mouth sucking and slurping at your cold and numb flesh until he brought warmth and sensitivity back into it. He ate you out slowly and softly, the dichotomy between that and the ice dildo was not lost on you and you appreciated how nice he was being.

You were making a mess. He couldn’t tell what was water and what was just you.

You tasted fantastic and there was something weirdly refreshing about eating you out like this, how cold you were, slowly leaking water. He could keep doing this for hours. “You’re so wet.” He teased and you would roll your eyes if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure his mouth was providing.

He eats you out until you get close, body trembling from pleasure, on the very edge before he lifts up and the toy is back inside quickly until you are shaking from the cold. His warm un-gloved hand would grope you too, your tits, plucking at your nipples. Whenever he was using his mouth he’d give his hand a break and set the toy down, not caring for the mess it made leaking water onto your sheets.

He makes you feel incredible with his tongue, brings you unspeakable pleasure that steals your breath and then invokes terrible, chilling pain that makes you scream into the gag.

It takes three edges.

Three more times of switching between his mouth, getting you close and then switching to fucking you with that icy toy before you start to sob. Body shivering, biting that gag so your jaw was aching again and hot tears running down your face, your blindfold is soaked, drool leaked out of your mouth and onto your chest, gag totally drenched.

He loved seeing you cry. Literally loved it.

The sound, the sight, it was addicting. That partially melted dildo inside of you, tied up as you were, covered in freezing water, body taut and nipples straining from how hard they were, your wet face, the shake of your shoulders, the puddle under you was sizable too. He should get a picture of you like this.

He pulled the dildo out and set it aside, it had definitely lost a little length and thickness from how hard he was using it on you. He got his camera and you hear a few clicks cluing you into what he was doing. “I’ll be back to taking care of you soon. I just have to make sure I capture you like this.”

You hear a few more snaps and then a pause and him mumbling, “So fucking pretty.”

You hear him move around, get some different angles, feel his hand between your legs, spreading you open, then feel his non-gloved hand on your bound breasts and another shot taken with his other hand.

The tears were slowing, you were warming up just a little. Especially when his mouth was back on you. Tongue working you, winding around your clit just so in that way that always made you melt in a similar way to the dildo forged of ice. He went on. Tracing and flicking and the pleasure rose and climbed until you were warm and close again. So close. On the very razor's edge of what promised to be a spectacular orgasm, so close it made the edging session that got you into this mess look like a walk in the park. He was bar none the best you’d ever had at oral sex, his skill when it came to eating out was unmatched. Cumming on his tongue was one of the best pleasures you’d experienced in your life thus far and whenever he blessed you with it you truly soaked it in.

You needed it right now.

You thought he might be done torturing you.

You thought he might let you cum.

You were wrong.

His mouth lifted off your clit and the ice torture device was inserted back inside of you in one fluid motion and you hear the snap of the camera but you scream into the gag.

You fully break.

You sob and cry and scream over and over into the gag as he fucks you anew. You are making high incomprehensible sounds into your ruined underwear stuffed in your mouth. You want him to let you cum so badly, you’ve never wanted anything more, you’d do anything to get it, literally anything at all.

You were a total wreck. Your mind felt broken, you were brainless, felt your mind leaking out of your freezing cold hole around the ice still stuffed inside.

Your impressive display must have finally reached him because he finally says, “Sorry, beautiful. I can’t understand a single word you’re saying…”

His fingers hooked in the rope holding the gag in and pulled. The rope is loose around your neck and you push the panties out with your tongue. You feel something else cold, you recognize it immediately, his knife, slipped under the ropes and secured to your thigh.

“Keep in mind to watch that talented tongue or I might just have to cut it out.”

Your mind felt blank, as soon as the gag was out your mouth was ready to tumble out a series of expletives, ready to cuss him out and beg for forgiveness and pleasure and relief. The need for the ladder as well as the fear from his threat overtook the former.

You hiccup, inhaling shakily, “Puh-please, I-I need it out, pull it out! I can’t take it! I-I’m fuck-ing freezing! I cah-n’t stop shaking! I need a break!”

More tears fell as your cunts walls fluttered weakly around the toy inside, “I-I can’t do it! I’m so so, soooo sorry for not lis-tening.” You sniffed before shaking your head, “Please, please, M’ begging, make it stopp! I-I’ve learnt my lesson! I need to cum, I NEED it.”

He twisted the dildo inside and you sobbed, a true body wracking sob that makes the ropes creak in response and you begged, teeth chattering from the cold, “Pull it out, pull it out, puh-pull it out, out, out-”

“Oh you seem really serious.” He teased, he was eating up every single moment of this. Tonight has been way too fun so far. You were dying, genuinely worried about some serious damage, you felt so fucking cold, it hurt, not just inside but everywhere. Your skin was covered in goosebumps, you were shivering non-stop, breathing in short pants, trying to warm yourself up any small way you could.

“I AM really serious! Please! Please! Plea-” The last word broke off with another sob, your mind felt like it was about to break and you were just crying. Your throat felt too full of emotion, a thick lump making swallowing impossible. You just sobbed.

Wailed and sobbed and cried and he was aching in his pants. He needed to have you and needed it right fucking now.

He always got unbelievable hard and hot watching you cry.

He twisted the toy and pulled it out a few inches before giving one last hard thrust, deep, pulling another short scream from you and then he ripped the toy out of you. Everything that he did was so unexpected, still unable to predict any of it because you were still blindfolded.

You felt it leave and sobbed again, “Tha-thank you, oh my God, thank you-”

You were still shivering, still freezing, it still hurt, your breathing still a mess.

“Don’t thank me yet.” You feel it sliding into your mouth. Ice coated in you. It was so cold the slick that coated it was thick and stringy and tasted weird, different because it was so cold.

“Suck.” He commanded and you did so. You fellated the false cock, sucking at it, brows furrowed and you wanted to stop but at the same time, all the crying and screaming had left you thirsty, you drank back your own arousal and the cool water that melted down your tongue. It went down smoothly.

You feel his bare hand on your head, petting you gently, forcing the ice deeper into your mouth as you mocked a blow job, “Oooh just like that, there you go.”

The praise actually helped warm you slightly.

He pulled it from you after only another minute and tossed it aside. You couldn’t see him but you hear the sound of clothing being fucked with. Oh God what was he going to do now?

“Fuck, do you know what you’re doing to me?” You hear it. The heavy breathing, the strain in his voice. He was wrecked right now himself, very turned on, you feel him get back onto the bed. A brush of his hot cock on your opposite thigh from the one holding the knife in your rope rig.

He settles on his knees between your legs and you feel him prodding at your soaked slit and you tense, he feels so warm. You whimper and he nudges against your hole that clenches weakly around his tip. “Be good and take it.”

He told you firmly, one hand grips the handle of that knife and the other grabs your hip and he moves his hips and slides inside. You gasp from how blazingly hot he feels and he hisses, sucking his teeth at how freezing you feel.

Your walls are soaked and so cold and the stretch along with the heat of him burns.

It burns in a different way than the ice did. It was a confusing mix, relief but not. You were still hurting, sore, cold but warm, numb but not, it was too much.

He is fully inside you now. Buried balls deep and his head tips forward with a long groan of your name, you wanted to be closer to him, wanted to arch into him, you instead do one of the only things you could, moan in kind.

He holds inside you for a moment. He wanted to shiver the same way you were. Not because of the cold but because it felt so good, so different, he felt so much, mentally and physically.

“Fuuuck, so cold.” He groaned and he started to move finally. He began to fuck you in earnest. Pulling his hips back and then forward, only pulling out halfway before sliding back in, rocking in and out slowly.

His breath was warm over your face and his forehead met yours and you realised his mask was off. Not just pulled his mask up like he usually did when he ate you out. No, he had it totally off. You were still blindfolded and couldn’t see his face but just the knowledge that layer of anonymity he insisted upon was gone made your cunt clench around him as you moaned and it made him do the same. You felt the sweat on his forehead, the brush of his hair, you wondered what colour it was, what length, your mind briefly flitting over all those other details you poured over countless nights. You wondered what he really looked like and if you’d ever get to see it. If you’d ever see into his actual eyes instead of the ones of that mask he wore around you.

These thoughts were extremely short lived. The sensation overtook fully. The sharp edge of the knife to your thigh nearly cutting you, the snap of his hips, cock plunging deep into you, the firm grinds every time he is fully inside against your clit.

It doesn’t feel like it should.

He had that dildo in you a long time on that last round, you still felt very numbed but slowly, very slowly, you were starting to warm up.

He was panting now, his lips traced down the side of your face, teased the shell of your ear as he huffed out, “If I close my eyes it’s like you aren’t even alive under me.”

That stole your breath away.

Had he thought about that before? Had he done that before? Would he ever go that far, had he? Would he want that with you? He talked and teased it but would he ever actually kill you and if so would he-

His hand gripped the knife handle and pulled it out of the ropes, brought it up, held it to your throat, hips slowing, dragging out every thrust. You could start to really feel his cock, feel the beginnings of pleasure breaking through.

Your walls hugging his hard shaft was involuntary. It made him moan louder, “You wondering if I’d do it to you, hmm?”

You bite your bottom lip, a strained moan as you nod.

“God, I bet you are. But don’t worry.” He bit your ear lobe before saying, “If you stay my good girl, my favourite girl, you won’t have to find that out.”

You whimpered. He laughed, a rough thrust that made you cry out, before he said, “Again, that is only if you stay my good, fun, entertaining girl.”

He held the blade to your neck and fucked you harder. Rougher and faster. Fists clenching, as the small starting of pleasure broke and gave way to pain. “Ah! Sh-shit-”

You groaned louder, drowning out him as he took you. “Mmmf, I love when it hurts you, feels so good for me.”

“Please, ah! Please! Slo-slow down-” You begged and he laughed, a shake of his head, the hardest thrust yet as his knife tapped against your throat. Another shock of pain and an exclamation of fear that gripped your heart and made your blood run as cold as your cunt. His nose bumped yours before his lips brushed against yours so briefly before whispering, “No.”

He didn’t let up.

The knife was soon discarded, fingers instead hooking into the rope at your hips, using them as leverage, pulling you closer as he fucked into you. He was being as rough as he could, making you cry again, tears streaming down your face, moaning out his pleasure as well as filthy praise, “You feel amazing.”

You sobbed, body shaking below him, it hurt, so much, you couldn’t handle it, you were babble incoherently, “Please, st-sto, ahhhh, can’t-”

And he wasn’t listening, far too wrapped up and moaning that you were, “-so fucking tight.”

You wanted it to stop and judging by his breathing, the way his sentences were breaking apart, the pitch of his moans and the quick and sloppy thrusts, he was close and was going to cum. You swallow hard and somehow manage to find your voice again, a deep breath before speaking, begging him, “Wai-wait, please! Please I wanna cum! Please, pretty please?”

“Oh I dunno-” He hummed, he nipped at your bottom lip, tugged on those ropes and said, “I’m not sure you’ve-ahhh-learned your lesson.”

You sobbed again, a nod as you babbled, “I have! I have, I promise! M’ never gon-gonna disobey you ah-again.”

That is what he wanted to hear.

“Mmm, never again you say?” He asked and you nodded frantically, “Never, never, never-”

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should be nice and take pity on you.” His hand was between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and you gasped. The pleasure hit so hard so fast, cutting through the pain from how rough he was being and you gasped, walls tightened, “Yes-Oh God!”

You were not numb anymore, able to really feel him and you wished you could wrap your legs around him, pull him close, arch, just do anything but you can’t, not tied like this. So again you did what you could, moaning out, “Thaaaaank you.”

He knew just how to touch and you knew in a few short minutes, even with the pain, you would cum, pleasure rose and you inhaled sharply, so excited for it to overtake you.

You didn’t get the chance.

His hips faltered and he groaned in your ear, “M’ gonna fucking cum, shit, yes-”

You shook your head, groaning out, panic rising. No, no fucking way he was going to deny you again when you were so close! You just needed another minute, “Ah, fuck! Wait, no! M’ not there yet, wait, ahhn-”

But you feel him tense, panting out, “-yes, cumming ugh-”

“No, no, no-” His hips slamming into yours one last time, moaning into your ear, holding all the way to the hilt and the warmth flooded inside of you as he came.

Your head fell back as you groaned, you could feel him throb inside as he unloaded, your toes curled and you whined, you were so fucking close.

Just not close enough for his orgasm to trigger yours. Cruelly denied yet again.

He stayed like that for a moment. Cock stuffed inside of you, his fingers untangled from the ropes and he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. His nose buried in your neck, he inhaled and you smelt like sweat and desperation, one of his personal favourites.

You were still trembling as you sighed, walls weakly twitching around his slowly softening cock. “You did so, so great tonight.”

He pulled back, slowly pulled out and his hands went down, thumbs spread your lips apart and watched as the cum began to leak out. “Fuck, what a view.”

You feel his fingers, shoving the mess back inside, fingering his own cum back into your abused hole. Two fingers plugged your pussy as he reached behind you, snatched up one of your pillows and put it under your hips. “Don’t want you wasting any.”

“Oh no of course not, can’t have that.” You sighed out.

You feel his hand on your outer thigh, stroking softly, “Again you did so good tonight. So fucking good that I’m gonna let you cum.”

You perked up at that. “Really?!” You asked it so excitedly and he laughed.

“Really.” He confirmed and you feel his fingers slip out of you, they brush over your clit and you inhale harshly. You feel his lips drag down your neck, your chest and your stomach and then you feel his tongue flick over your clit. A small gasp of, “Yes-” His mouth would be perfect.

And then you feel it. Short and fat and somehow still not fully melted, that damn ice shoved back inside, plugging his cum inside and you scream.

He laughs long and low, twisting the end of the half melted dildo he asked, “So that orgasm of yours. Howssss, sometime next week sound?”

What an asshole.

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