PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

27. Ice Block

Come on, guys, if it was something as simple as ice play, then why would I have asked you to guess? You all should know by now that I like to get creative with my plays. Nobody got it right. Anyway, here we go.

SIDDHARTH'S POV

What is she going to do to me? I knew torturing her would come to bite me in the ass. It wasn't a part of the punishment, after all; only a task to satiate the sadist inside me.

I knew she would take revenge. But how? What is she planning, and why did she go to the kitchen?

I kneel on the floor and get into position, bowing my head and clasping my hands behind my back. The faint tap of her footsteps sounds, and she enters the room.

As she comes closer, her feet and naked legs come into my peripheral vision. My already needy cock tries to get hard as I think of what I am going to see if I raise my head a notch.

"You can look," Avneet says.

I lift my head. My eyes roam over her naked legs, her wet cunt, her soft stomach and hard nipples before I meet her gaze.

A bowl of ice is in her left hand. That is why she went to the kitchen, to retrieve it. Are we gonna do ice play? It's winter so it will be uncomfortable, and not the good kind. But I wisely keep my mouth shut.

"It's not ice play," she says, as if reading my thoughts.

Not sure if I'm allowed to speak, I nod.

"But," she continues, "The ice will play a major role in your torment today."

She grazes her fingers through my hair and cups my cheek with her free hand. I can't help but lean into her touch before she pulls away.

She places the bowl on an empty surface and makes her way to the instrument cupboard. The butt plug and cock ring in her hand pique my curiosity.

"Can you guess what I'm going to do to you, pretty boy?" She asks.

"Taking me closer to the edge with the butt plug and then softening me with ice?" I throw a blind guess. I don't see how the cock ring will fit in here.

"Please don't do this," I wince. It will be a torture like no other.

Her lips curl in a cruel smirk.

"That's a good idea, but for another day. For now, I want you to stand up and pick a cane," she says sitting on the chair. She crosses one leg over the other and even in all her naked glory, the dominance oozing out of her does wonders to my already angry cock.

I pick a cane with standard thickness, neither too thin so she may not ask me to keep it back nor too thick for my own benefit.

"Since you guessed wrong," she says and I flinch, "You'll cane yourself ten times."

"Myself?" I ask with widened eyes.

"Didn't I edge myself 100 times?" She counters. "And if the hit is not hard enough then you'll start over," she smirks.

"Of course I'll start over," I mumbles.

"What was that?" She raises a brow.

"Nothing mistress."

I stand in front of her and my erect member provides enough area to cover with the cane.

"Start and count so you don't lose the number."

I suppress the urge to groan and she gives me a sheepish grin.

Evil woman.

I raise the cane and land it on my dick.