DERNIER

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… Lire la suite

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… Lire la suite

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… Lire la suite

A surge of confusion and disappointment floods your senses as Frost reassembles himself with an air of detachment. It’s as if the raw, vulnerable moments that just transpired were nothing more than fleeting distractions to him. Your mind races, somehow numb and wired at the same time. Everything is far too much and not nearly enough all at once. You find yourself still on the floor, your body trembling with a mix of physical exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The room feels colder now, devoid of the heated intensity that had… Lire la suite

A strained gasp escapes your lips, clawing its way through the cracks of your abnormal breaths. Your eyelids flutter like moths, shuttering the sight of the ER like a disappearing act on repeat. In a moment of electric stillness, cold steel brushes against your slick button. Your thighs instantly move away from each other of their own volition as your clitoris makes full connection with the Kegel, your upper body sinking closer to the soiled floor again. The mingling of metal and flesh produces more sounds, a crescendo of whimpers… Lire la suite