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You turn to follow his movement in time to see him stripping off his shirt. The drenched, clingy fabric slowly reveals a broad chest and chiseled back, abs and biceps flexing with every subtle motion. Even though it’s wet, he folds it up neatly before discarding it into a mesh-like hamper. Then his bottoms follow suit. Holy shit… Silently, you watch him completely bare himself, lost in the sight of his remarkable body. Muscled. Toned. Dense. You choke on a swallow, in disbelief at the visual evidence of everything yours… Read More

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

You scream into the silicone gag, eyes watering behind your lenses. Shock and overwhelming sensation crash through you. You blink rapidly against the pinching pull on your tender skin, your nostrils flaring around expunged hot air that momentarily fogs the lower halves of your glasses. Your palms ache and burn around the silicon balls compressed within them, absorbing your frustration and impulsive reactions to the demon who has decided on hell in high water. Before you can fully process the sharp, stinging separation of the Kegel from your sensitive flesh,… Read More

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

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.” You shudder as the paperclip resumes trailing over your exposed skin, making lazy loops along your collarbone. Frost continues his erudite lecture, taking his sweet but moving without… Read More

Still, you would never think to use a paperclip to tighten your frames. Simple yet ingenious. You can’t suppress the unwelcome acknowledgment of his resourcefulness even as apprehension coils inside you. You feel the adjusted grip of the handles at your 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 your face, sitting on it like a paradox; a piece of armor, a barrier meant to clarify your adversary’s hand against… Read More

Your 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 you. “Choose whichever you like best. You have a range of options. A rainbow, really.” You 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. Your eyes twitch with the urge to roll despite your apprehension, incredulous that this deviant patron of said service is patronizing you… Read More

Standing in the sunken cavity, your senses are heightened, dread growing with the water steadily rising higher around your helpless, trapped form. Each uptick marks a silent countdown to the unknowns that loom ever closer. Frost literally towers above you, his piercing gaze moving over your face, your body, before focusing on the trio of equidistant bottles surrounding you. You stare at them too, tension fueling your shallow breaths, acutely registering the weight of water submerging your legs. Ominous block letters stare back, their oppressive presence reinforced by that of… Read More

Frost takes a long good look at you, and you can’t tell whether he’s admiring his handiwork or wants to do it over. But you’d rather not know what’s going on in the perverted sociopath’s mind. You exhale through a violent quiver, air leaving your nose with effort around the Kegel in your mouth, and the sight must please Frost because his icy eyes are etched with a glimmer of fire despite his hard disposition. He turns away to walk out of the basin, leaving you to watch his retreating… Read More

The words reverberate through your being, urging you forward despite the weakness in your legs. Like a tattered moth drawn to an open flame. Until you’re standing before Frost in the enclosed basin, your bodies now only inches apart, squashing any impulse to maintain some distance from him. He’s so close you can feel the heat radiate off him, centralized in his charged eyes that yours keep having to dodge. It’s like being cradled in a coffin. The chill of the basin floor seeps into your soles, a stark contrast… Read More