Blindfolded [Complete]

Iced

"Strip."

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"Get on the bed."

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"On all fours."

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I trembled at his clipped voice. His tone sounding uncommonly stern. Like he was mad at something. And that frustration was about to come out on me.

Is it weird that an excited shiver ran through me just at the thought of him being even more controlling? Not that I could help it ofcourse, seeing how he had teased me to my brink last weekend and then deprived me of my release. As soon as that bloody alarm of his rang he had simply snapped open the handcuffs and proceeded to leave the room. Just like that. My erection rod straight feeling rather ignored by his cock teasing. No matter how much I tried all week, my fingers could barely simulate the sensations his thick dick seemed to generate.

So can you really blame me when I dropped my pants in record speed and crawled up on the bed on all fours, my butt swinging up in the direction of the ceiling while I quite assuredly was giving him a full-fledged view of my ass. How come I didn't feel any fear or awkwardness exposing my most vulnerable self to this practical stranger who had bought me for an hour, I don't really know. And in that instant, I doubt I could have done a thorough introspection of my nosedive into the world of carnal desires seeing how I gasped out loud as his mere touch.

"What happened to you? How did you get these bruises?"

Placing two large warm hands on the cheeks of my bottom he pressed them lightly eliciting a slightly painfully squeak from me.

Oh shit! I totally forgot about the bluish purple bruises on my butt until this very second.

"Ehhh...that...ummm...well..."

Ok, how do you regale a tale which starts with trying to walk 5 dogs and ends with me on my backside with runaway mutts and ugly shades of black and blue featuring on my pale bottom? Not a particularly sexy image now, is it?

"You really don't mind flaunting marks others put on you huh?"

"Eh?"

Put on me? What?

Tenderly caressing the wound with his fingertips before he squeezed the globes hard. My gasp a lot more pronounced this time around.

"I wish I had known earlier you are open to this. I would have liked to put some marks on you myself."

"Huh?"

Being blindfolded, kneeling naked on his vast bed, with the man directly behind me, lightly massaging my flesh, while my erection was fast getting painfully tight, I was struggling through the fog in my brain to figure out just what the hell was he talking about instead of getting down to business with me. I was horny for fuck's sake. What's with all the talking today?

"Maybe we should help it heal sooner. I want to try spanking you myself next week."

Wait, what?

Does he somehow think I got these bruises cause someone spanked me? How the fuck...oh wait, right, I am supposed to a prostitute. Kind of a logical conclusion there I suppose.

But before I could swing around and actually correct the misconception, I felt him climb off the bed and walk away. Leaving me even more confused. And alone. And blind. Just about to speak out in my shaky voice to find out where he went when I suddenly felt a prick of something ice cold.

Turns out it actually was ice. Little frozen cubes that sent a shiver up my spine. And as if that wasn't already enough to send every last cell in my body to start tingling, it was the fact that it was held up against my skin with his plump lips. The pinching sting of the cold immediately followed by the searing heat of his tongue as it lapped up the rivulets of trickling water as he moved it from the bruise on one buttcheek to the other one. Slowly circling the blue patch meticulously before he led it towards the center of my back, dipping down unexpectantly into the crack of my butt.