Chapter 73 Hot And Cold Lesson
Will’s P.O.V.
I lead Iva to the centre of the living room, holding the chain, and order her to lie down on the coffee table. A bag sits on the sofa, filled with everything I need for tonight’s session. I’ve been planning this for a long time.
She immediately follows, her legs dangling down.
I spread her limbs before securing her wrists and ankles to the thick legs of the table with the rope. She’s completely exposed, her body arched slightly. She looks like a masterpiece of submission.
"You’ve spent days worrying about getting this job, Iva.” I pick up the black silk blindfold. "But tonight, it’s time to let go of everything. No more CVs, no more interviews, no more logic. Just lose yourself in your submission to your Master."
I tie the blindfold tight, plunging her into darkness. Her breath becomes heavy and her chest heaves as she loses her sight. Then I fit the ball gag into her mouth and buckle it behind her head. The muffled, needy whimper she lets out through the gag is the best music.
"It’s time for some cold play first. A surprise. You have to guess what it is. If you guess right, I’ll reward you... But if you can’t... I’ll punish you." As my words reach her ears, I feel her pussy clench even from where I'm standing.
I smirk.
My professor loves this type of challenge.
I head to the kitchen to bring her a surprise which is kept in the freezer. I leave her there in the silence, bound and blind, her mind likely racing through a thousand possibilities. The wait is part of the play. I want her imagination to do half the work for me.
And she loves to wait for me like this, being bound and not knowing when I’ll return or what I’ll do next. It’s a special kind of torture for her that she has grown to crave.
A minute later, I return. I can see the tension in her muscles and the way her head tilts toward the sound of my movement.
"I don’t want to make my Professor wait too long today. After all, it’s her big day." I step close, holding the object.
It’s a freezing cold dildo I’d prepared earlier. Let’s see if she can guess it right. Today it’s her test.
I touch it to her stomach. She lets out a muffled cry and her body jerks against the ropes as the sub-zero temperature hits her heated skin. I move it slowly, tracing the line of her ribs, circling her navel, and then dragging it down toward her thighs.
I pull the gag down just enough for her to speak. "Guess what I’m holding, Professor. You only have one chance."
She shivers violently, her teeth nearly chattering as she thinks for a few seconds while I rub the dildo over her hardening nipples.
Then she answers with full confidence. "Round... round shape ice.”
I pull the cold object away from her skin. "Tsk, tsk, wrong answer."
"What—"
I snap the gag back into place, silencing her. "Speaking time is over."
I lean down, my mouth inches from her ear. "It’s an ice dildo, Iva. Completely frozen, perfectly smooth. And because you failed your first test as a Ravenport Professor... it’s going inside your tight, desperate hole."
I can see an expression of shock on her face. To the outside world, she’s the one with the answers. Here, she’s just a girl about to learn a very cold lesson.
I move between her legs, kneel, and press the frozen tip against her entrance. The steam literally rises from the contact of the ice against her heat. Slowly, agonisingly, I begin to thrust it inside.
She lets out a high-pitched, muffled scream into the gag, her hips bucking frantically against the restraints. The internal chill hitting her core must feel like an explosion. I don't stop. I push it in inch by inch, watching her skin break out in goosebumps.
"Feel that, Iva?" I pick up the pace, the ice sliding in and out of her wetness. "This is your celebration. Every time you feel the sting of the cold, I want you to remember that I own every inch of you, inside and out."
I increase the speed of the thrusts, the frozen dildo creating a sensation so intense that she is trembling. Seeing her like this, I’m becoming harder.
This is just the first lesson of the night. And my Professor is going to be a very, very busy student.
The ice dildo stays exactly where I put it. Then I pull out the low-temperature wax candles, specifically designed for this kind of play, and light one with a lighter.
"Ready for the next lesson, Professor?" I still ask, though she can’t answer through the gag.
She has no idea what’s coming next, and I know that makes it more intense for her.
Standing beside her, I tilt the candle. The first drop of molten wax hits her left nipple. She let out a muffled shriek and her back arches off the table as the sudden heat bites into her skin.
I continue to move the candle, painting her stomach and thighs in dots of red wax. I watch the way her muscles twitch, the way she tries to escape the heat only to be reminded of the frozen object still buried deep inside her.
The ice chilling her from the inside and the fire marking her from the outside, the contrast must be driving her crazy. I badly want to know how she is feeling right now.
So, I reach behind her head and unbuckle the gag, letting it fall away. Her mouth stays open for a second, gasping for air.
"Tell me, Iva," I command, leaning over her so she can feel the heat of my breath against her cheek. "Tell me how it feels to have the fire on your skin and the ice in your soul. Tell me what this celebration is doing to you."
"It’s... It’s too much.” Her voice trembles. “The blindfold... I can’t see it coming, Will. Every drop feels like a shock. And the ice... God, it’s so cold inside me, but I feel like I’m melting. I love it...“
The wax has hardened into brittle shells on her skin and she’s babbling now. "I feel so alive. I feel like every inch of me is being branded. I’ve never felt more like yours than I do right now, tied to this table with your name around my neck."
I smirk. "Good. Keep going.”
I set the candle down and pick up my leather flogger before walking to her side.
“I can’t see what’s coming next, and it’s so—” she gasps in shock as I bring the flogger down across her stomach without any warning. The impact cracks the wax and sends red flakes flying in the air.
"I didn’t ask you to stop talking.” I hit her again, a bit harder this time. "Keep going. Describe the sensation until I’ve removed every bit of that wax."
"Oh... fuck... Master," her voice rises in pitch as the leather bites into her. "It’s like a thousand tiny needles when the wax breaks. But the heat follows it... a throb that won't go away. You’re driving me crazy, Will... please... more..."
I move the flogger up, targeting her breasts. Each strike sends a jolt through her, clearing the wax from her skin and replacing it with a flush of deep, beautiful pink.
"Every strike... it makes the ice feel colder," she cries out, her fingers curling into tight fists within her restraints. "I can feel the 'W' jumping against my throat... remind me... tell me I'm your Professor... tell me I'm your bitch!"
"You're both.” I grin, delivering a final, heavy strike that clears the last of the wax from her chest. "You’re my brilliant, educated Professor by day, and my desperate bitch by night.“