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Punishment

The chilly room was almost nothing compared to the chains of ice clasped around my wrists, but the air bit and my naked body, adding to the coldness of myself, and here I am, trying to curl in to maintain warmth, waiting for her to come and ravage me.

Funny how I came to this point really, it started with a double date, with my best friend and her boyfriend, who happened to be Venti, the Windborne bard, god knows what happened to her, seeing his drunken and enraged state. Turns out a lot of events had left a bad taste in both of mine and her partners' mouths. And my girlfriend- well, fiancé, Signora, was pissed. She was angry, especially after giving an unknown accessory, a "Gnosis", to the bard, but of course, I were clueless as I laughed and reminisced with my friend, forgetting her clear anger.

Oh how I was stupidly reminded of it the second I got home, didn't even close the door until I was slammed against it by Signora, her arms trapping me by the sides of my head. Her demanding tone that stated that I went up to our bedroom and stripped, and laid there. Of course, I did, but not before I talked back.
"Go, now" she commanded,
"No, do not use that tone with me just because you're pissed off, what the hell happened back there anyways? I thought you'd both get along," I replied, inferring to the date that we had, and my assumptions of her and the bard becoming friends too. "Well, you were wrong, darling, now go up and do as you're told, or you'll be in a room of ice before you know it," and of course, with that, I complied. Who wants to be in a room of ice for hours on end? The first time that happened, I was there from morning until night. Of course I was nursed to health since I got so fucking sick I couldn't move, but still. I have trauma from that.

I also happened to be turned on too, but that's not important. What's important now is that she is in the room.

Her blue eyes, cold, as they reflected ice, the vision she uses which suits her so well, scanned my body up and down slowly, smirking slightly as she strutted closer to the bed, her hips swaying with every move. The fine silk gown she loosely wore slipping with every step, her pale, smooth skin revealing more and more.

As she got to the side of the bed, her eyes still showed her anger, though they were softer now, she still hadn't had enough. Perching on the edge, the air got colder and her hands trailed down my chest to my stomach.

Well, that was euphoric, her warm, soft hands compared to the chill in our room made me buckle myself up to meet her touch, only for the sadist to back it away, chuckling to herself as she did so.
"Tsk...tsk tsk...you know, love, you would have had an easier time if you complied right away, you know that, right?" She spoke almost patronizing to me, but I nodded, knowing if I talked back, I would be in even more trouble.

But isn't that what I want?
"It's not exactly me to not talk back though, Mistress, or do you not know me well enough?" I mocked her slightly, proud of myself. Only to be met with her stare, her eyebrow raised and she observed me.

Oh shit.

Chills swept through my whole body, even more so that I forgot the climate of the room I was in. Her hand yet again reached and grazed my body carefully and gently, barely touching the surface, but I could still feel the warmth of her fingertips, her long nails lightly scraping my skin, red marks from them began to appear slowly from where they had scratched. Arching my back, eyes closed, trying desperately to meet her hand, to get as much warmth as possible in this freezing room. Seeing my desperation, she chuckled to herself and retracted her hand again, only for it to be replaced by her body pressing against mine. "Hm, how cute," she stated, her snowy white hair loose and falling upon my face. Her hands trailed all over me, feeling every part, not leaving anything untouched.

Shallow breaths and deep moans filled the room as she kissed and left marks from my neck and down my stomach. Purplish bruises forming as she trailed open mouthed kisses all over. Her vision, which she still left on, glowed as Signora formed a cube of pure ice in her hand, and pressed it to the lips of my pussy, the warmth of her hand and body pressed against mine compared to the cold of the room and the cube just seemed too perfect. Letting out the sounds I had suppressed, she let out a breathy laugh against my skin, and getting back to work. Signora's fingers moving to the inside of me, curling and moving against that fucking spot, moaning her name desperately, arching my back to her body and tugging on the ice chains that kept my hands above me, the cold of it hurt slightly.

She moved herself downwards, the cube already melted but the stinging of the ice was still there, and she conjured up another one, placed it upon her tongue and began to slip her mouth over my entrance, gliding the ice cold cube and her tongue in, purposefully touching my g-spot with the ice.

All I felt was euphoria. Her hands placed gently yet firmly on my waist, holding me in place.

It was so much, the coldness of the room lessened, her vision glowed less and less from the lack of use as it dangled from her naked body, her hips stopping it from slipping completely. She sucked and moaned into my body, the vibrations caused an overstimulation of pleasure.
Legs shaking, and a string of curses and moans that were once caught in my throat let loose and didn't stop. I begged for her to let me release, yet it was futile. Signora kept on her work, one of her hands removing from my waist and into me yet again, adding to the pleasure I was feeling. I shook, the overstimulation causing me to tear up and start to cry. After what felt like hours of begging and painfully holding the need to cum in, her elegant voice responded to me, "You have had enough, come on, princess," she spoke, still between my legs.

Her permission was all I needed, the pain was so much yet the pleasure was even more so, my cuffs had melted and I quickly moved my hands to her hair, tugging on it harshly as I lifted my legs to reach her, pressing myself against her. The moans that filled the room and possibly even reached the outside from me had deepened and lengthened, the longest and most awaited release of my life causing this.

Head thrown back, I relished in the euphoria I felt as my whole self slowly relaxed and my shaking ceased. Signora still between my legs, licking and swallowing every last ounce of my cum, which is unlike a prestigious woman like her, and holding me tightly with her hands on my waist.

Soon, I had calmed down and completely relaxed into the soft silk bed, Signora gently wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, her head buried in the crook of my neck both breathing deeply and just savoring the moment of peace. "Was it too much?" Signora's muffled voice came from my neck, she was worried. "Of course not, it wasn't at all, don't worry," I replied, running my hands through her head softly. She nodded, and rose from me and kissed my lips softly, then proceeding to plant soft kisses all over my face, "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" I nodded in response. She proceeded to go into the ensuite bathroom dampened a towel and bringing back, softly patting my lower region and softly kissing my thighs, mumbling praises.

This was a side you'd never typically see from her, even me, but it's one I cherish dearly. She massaged my body slowly and softly, allowing any tension in my body to subside and eventually, softly gazing into my eyes with her ocean blue ones every now and then, smiling softly at me.

"You have done well, darling," my love said as she maintained eye contact with me, which I broke off flustered, "O-of course I did," I stuttered, making myself even more flustered. Her sweet words always get to me somehow, as I don't usually hear them with her stern and typically cold self. After the massage, Signora took off her vision completely and placed it on the set of drawers beside her, pulled the duvet out from underneath my body and laid it over me, she climbed her way over to me on the bed and nestled herself underneath the cover from beside me, slinking her arm around my waist, pulling me closer, cuddling me.

These were the moment that would forever play in my head, her silky white hair flowing elegantly over the wine red pillows, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight that shone through as her piercing eyes softly gazed at my face, such a loving expression painted upon it. I smiled at her softly and took her hand which rested upon the pillow beside her face in mine, squeezing it softly as we both enjoyed the closeness and silence. The blue-grey light bathing us within our bed, lighting up our room on this sweet night. The bond between each other growing ever stronger with every moment as we laid there, this rare time where she wasn't La Signora the Fatui Harbinger, and I wasn't an agent, her partner in the fatui. She was my fiancé Signora, and I was her lover.

We leaned into each other in our large bed, cuddling one another and inhaling the others scent, her's was like an expensive and high quality perfume, one that didn't fade away over the course of the day or any activities that happened. Like the Glaze lilies that grown in Liyue, and let off a smell quite like roses, but sweeter. Burying my head in the crook of her neck, we both fell asleep, arms around each other, calmly and lovingly, forgetting the double date, forgetting the Gnosis, and just being together.

Huh, guess it didn't turn out to be much of a punishment after all.
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I might post another one- if my friend likes it :))) She's done a Venti one of the similar events, but hers is cuter :))