Page 16 of Frost
“Fuck, Angel,” he growls as his claws dig into the meat of my backside. “You’re gonna look so pretty covered in my marks and my cum.”
Before I have a chance to respond, a sharp snap cracks through the air. I register the sound before the pain. The spank stings across the frozen flesh of my backside.
“Ow!” I shriek and try to squirm away but I can’t, not with my hands bound to the tree. “What the hell?”
“There’s that smart mouth again,” he croons before a second spank lands against my other cheek.
This time he rubs against the burning skin, soothing the sting with a gentle touch. The pain suddenly morphs into something different… aneed. My core pulses in a way that has me attempting to bite back a moan. I roll my hips, pushing my ass further into his hand, silently begging for more.
“Do you like that?” he asks as he pushes the hard lengths of his pulsing cocks up against me. I instantly clench at the feel of his hardness. “You like being my naughty little girl?”
His words are filthy, combined with the way he’s grinding against my most sensitive spots, I can’t help but moan and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He growls at the nickname—a feral, wild sound. With two hands on my cheeks, he pulls me open. I whimper as the cold air touches my warm center.
“Fucking dripping, Snow Angel. Such a pretty pussy, myfegrð.” I clench at the praise.
My entire body is on edge. I’m like a rubber band stretched to its limit—scared, alone, desperate, and needy—I’m not even sure what my body is aching for right now.
“Are you done being naughty now? Will you be a good girl and let me taste you?” he asks as his long, monstrous tongue skims the flesh of my thighs, leaving a warm, wet path across my skin.
“Yes,” I manage to choke out between heaving breaths. “Lickme,Faðir.”
His tongue dives between my parted folds and bliss rocks through me. His forked muscle slides from tip to hole at an achingly slow pace. I jerk at the contact, and he chuckles.
“You taste like cinnamon sugar,” he tells me before diving back in. He flicks my clit with his tongue and my knees nearly buckle. Pleasure begins building in my core.
And then he stops. His hands, his tongue, his touch all drop away. But only for a moment.
“Fuck, you’re delicious. My sweet, spicy, sexy mate, completely at my mercy,” he whispers from behind me.
He keeps calling me his mate and I have no idea what he means by that, but I’m not sure I hate it. I haven’t been anyone’s anything in a really long time. Before I can think too long on it, his fingers thread back through my hair, twisting my head up and bending my neck to an unnatural angle.
“There’s my good girl,” he praises as he lifts my head to show me his free hand. As if by magic, he twists his fingers and an icicle appears in his hand. Its clear shimmering surface is beautiful in the moonlight. “Would you like a present for being a good girl now?”
I’ve never thought of myself as a daddy kink kind of girl but something about this monster makes me want to be as wild as he is, to let myself be completely in the moment and just enjoy it without overthinking anything. So I allow myself the freedom to just let go and do what feels right.
“Yes, Daddy. Will you lick me more, please?” I whine as I rub myself up against him.
A sinister smirk pulls at his lips and a gleam appears in his eye. “Oh, you’ll get my tongue. But you’ll be taking this as well, pretty girl.” He holds up the icicle, which I now realize is shaped exactly like a cock.
My brain short-circuits. I open and close my mouth, trying tograsp words. Did he just say he’s going to put that in—
“Relax, Snow Angel, and let me in,” he demands as he releases my hair and brings the cockcicle to my entrance. “I’ll be gentle… this time.”
The ice is so cold as it presses against my warmth, that I immediately clench up. But when his unholy tongue returns to my clit and begins massaging soft circles against the swollen nub, I have no choice but to give in. I moan as pleasure begins to build again. And then he slips the head of his ice toy inside of me. The cold is so intense that I jolt forward. But soon, that intensity morphs into a hard ache inside me that I’ve never felt before.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so well,” he praises as he thrusts the ice a bit further inside me, renewing the feeling of biting cold mixed with white hot pleasure. “Gotta stretch you out nice and wide so you can take both my cocks in these tight little holes.”
The idea of being stuffed full of him has me clenching around the ice. It’s beginning to melt and the building pleasure is beginning to fade as the icicle gets smaller and smaller inside me. I huff in frustration.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he swiftly pulls away before returning with another icicle—a bigger icicle. “I’m gonna stretch out this pussy nice and wide until you’re ready to take my cocks, and then I’m gonna fill you with so much cum that it’ll be leaking out of you for days.”
He shoves the head of the new icicle in. This one is bigger and the stretch burns but the cold of the ice soothes the sting. My hips begin to move, writhing against the cold as my climax builds again.
“Daddy, it feels so good. I want more—” I cut myself off and moan loudly as the icicle sinks in deeper.
“More? Such a greedy little slut I found as my mate,” he purrs as the icicle begins to melt slightly.