Page 55 of Caging Cessie
“I’ve had your pretty mouth, and from now on you’ll start each day with my cock in-between your lips, but for now I want another of your holes.”
Cessie moaned and tipped her hips back, offering him her ass to use and abuse.
A lubed finger rubbed her clenched anus gently. The nerve endings there lit up, warming her with pleasure. When he slipped a single finger inside her, she moaned in relief at finally being filled. Her body clenched tight around his digit as he leisurely slid it all the way in, and then all the way out, of her ass.
It felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please, Master. May I have more in my ass?”
“More?”
“I need you to stretch me open, I need two, three fingers. Your cock.”
“You will take my cock, but not just yet.”
She heard that clinking noise again, and then a burning sensation against her rear entrance. For a confused moment it felt hot—ginger again? Then her brain caught up, and she realized it was a cold burn.
Then the hard, cold thing breached her ring of muscle. She cried out, going up on her toes, but he was relentless, forcing it up inside her.
Her nipples hardened as she shivered.
“How does the ice feel?”
“Ice?”
He bent to the bowl he’d set down beside her, pulling out another short, round ice cube. Still standing behind her he held it out in front of her so she could see it both directly and in the mirror.
Once he’d given her a moment to study it, he rubbed it over each nipple, working it until a nipple was inside the little depression on the end of the cylindrical ice cube.
Then he slipped that ice cube into her ass too.
Then a third.
A fourth.
Cessie shivered, watching in the mirror as he stooped for the fifth ice cube. She was shivering, but she didn’t know if it was from internal cold or need.
Leon looked at her in the mirror as he slowly reached between her legs, making sure she watched.
She knew, where this ice cube was going. She screamed when he rubbed the ice cube against her clamped clit.
“After the burn yesterday, I thought you deserved something to cool you down.”
It was agony having him work the ice against her clit. The hard, smooth thing rubbed her just the way she wanted, but the cold made it impossible to get pleasure from the touch.
This one he slid up into her pussy, though it slipped out again almost immediately, a tiny little piece of ice falling to the floor between her helplessly spread legs.
She watched eagerly as Leon rolled a condom onto his cock. She tipped her hips, waiting for him to fuck her ass, but instead he reached up and unbuckled the cuffs, which swung lazily away, still suspended by the ropes. Before she could panic, he put a hand on the small of her back.
“Grab your ankles.”
Cessie bent, gripping her ankles. The spreader bar prevented her from closing her legs, and they were spread too wide for her to really balance. She would have fallen if not for Leon’s hands on her hips.
The tip of his cock nudged her anus. He took a moment to line them up, and then the head of his cock breached her.
She hissed out a breath at the short burst of pain as her ass was forced to take the fat head of his cock. He gave her a moment to adjust, and then he thrust in a little more, the lube he must have applied to the condom allowing him to slide in easily even as her body clenched around him.
He was so thick, so hard. Her body ached with a slight burn of being stretched, and it was exactly what she needed.
