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What follows is the wet, obscene squelch of Frost removing the suction cup still cruelly adhered to my tender asshole. The sudden release makes my eyes roll back, a broken moan escaping my raw throat. Darts of intense sensation lance straight to my saturated core, wringing another aftershock from my thoroughly wrung-out body. I pant raggedly, trembling as gravity takes hold of the warm semen glazing my back. The viscous fluid begins trailing downward at a torturous pace. It trickles languidly along my spine before finding the cleft between my… اقرأ أكثر

Every hair on my naked body stands at attention, acute sensation over my chest making me hyperaware of my exposure. My vulnerability. The cold water flirts with my breasts, lightly swishing against their underside and occasionally rising to tickle the swell of my flesh with my strained, unsteady breaths. It’s as if the water is reaching for my areolas, as well, wanting to violate my tender peaks. A rush of air bursts from my lungs that can barely draw breath when Frost’s long index finger grazes the curve of my… اقرأ أكثر

Don’t break your bond… Frost’s voice summons the near past even as it commands the present. “When you blow air into this soapy mixture, the reduced surface tension allows the solution to stretch readily around the airflow, creating bubbles,” he explains. “The remaining surface tension continues shaping and supporting the bubble structure, pulling the liquid film into the most efficient shape—a sphere.” I shudder as the paperclip resumes trailing over my exposed skin, making lazy loops along my collarbone. Frost continues his erudite lecture, taking his sweet but moving without… اقرأ أكثر

Still, I would never think to use a paperclip to tighten my frames. Simple yet ingenious. I can’t suppress the unwelcome acknowledgment of his resourcefulness even as apprehension coils inside me. I feel the adjusted grip of the handles at my ears and temples as they burn hot at his nearness, from being in too close proximity with the scorching blue fire that are his eyes. They’re secure on my face, sitting on it like a paradox; a piece of armor, a barrier meant to clarify my adversary’s hand against… اقرأ أكثر

My heart accelerates at hearing those words again so soon, blinking against the loaded command. “You always have a choice,” he says, reiterating the claim he made to me. “Choose whichever you like best. You have a range of options. A rainbow, really.” I jolt at that, looking at him warily, the mention of a rainbow and the way he says it clearly alluding to Mindy’s Rainbeau Service. My eyes twitch with the urge to roll despite my apprehension, incredulous that this deviant patron of said service is patronizing me… اقرأ أكثر