Cassidy's whole body started to shake as Easton thrust deep inside her, making her feel weak all over. She clutched the bedsheet with both hands, letting out muffled sobs.
Easton held her legs up, driving his hips into her, causing Cassidy to tremble and the bed to creak beneath them.
The pleasure was almost too much for Cassidy, making her feel like she was about to collapse. Her body arched and then relaxed, quickly reaching her first climax.
Easton pulled out, and Cassidy, with her eyes closed, panted heavily, feeling the mix of fluids flowing out of her.
Did Easton only go once today? This thought suddenly crossed Cassidy's mind.
The next moment, Easton pulled out a lace ribbon from somewhere and blindfolded Cassidy, then tied her hands with his tie. Cassidy then heard the door open. Easton had left.
Not long after, the door opened again, and Easton returned. Cassidy had no idea what Easton was planning, and she started to get nervous.
Suddenly, she felt something touch her, the tingling sensation making her legs tense up. Soon, the object brushed past her again. This time Cassidy realized it was a feather!
Easton was holding a feather, continuously brushing it against her. Cassidy felt an itch, wanting to reach out and scratch, but Easton held her hands down in time.
Cassidy arched her body uncomfortably. "Easton, don't use the feather, it feels awful. Just put it in, okay?"
But Easton ignored her pleas; he was focused on her.
Stimulated by the feather, she started to get wet, the fluid soaking the feather.
The wet feather made Cassidy feel even more uncomfortable, and she kept begging Easton to just get on with it, but he stayed still.
Cassidy realized Easton was getting back at her for teasing him in the car and then leaving him behind. She deeply regretted it now. If she had known this would happen, she would never have left him in the car.
Easton's fingers entered her, and as soon as they did, she felt herself clench around them, hoping he would go deeper. But Easton had other plans.
Instead of going deeper, his fingers only reached a bit, constantly teasing her clit. The unexpected coldness of his touch made Cassidy shiver immediately. Despite this, the warmth inside her quickly warmed his fingers.
He then took out an ice cube, which he had brought in earlier. Cassidy heard the sound of ice cubes clinking together but couldn't tell what it was until Easton carefully pushed the ice cube inside her.
It was too cold, and Cassidy's body instinctively resisted, trying to move away from the ice cube. "Easton, what are you doing? No, you can't put the ice cube in there!"
The ice cube was so cold, how could she possibly endure it?
But Easton held her legs down, pulling her back. "You can."
Cassidy shook her head, saying she couldn't. She had never done such a thing before, and the unknown made her feel terrified.
But Easton held her legs down, not giving her a chance to escape. He pushed the ice cube inside her, the extreme cold making her body tremble, continuously begging for mercy.
Easton seemed not to hear her, pushing another ice cube inside her. Cassidy arched her body uncomfortably.
With her hands tied, Cassidy couldn't get rid of the ice cube herself, so she tried to squeeze it out. But every time her muscles contracted, it seemed to pull the ice cube further in.
The ice cube melted slowly inside her, and under its stimulation, her body kept contracting, with ice water mixed with her fluids slowly flowing out.
Easton watched this scene intently. Even though he was already hard and his arm muscles bulged from holding back, he just watched. He looked at it like it was a piece of art, totally focused.
Amid Cassidy's painful moans, Easton took out another ice cube and placed it on her chest. The ice cube got stuck between her breasts, making her chest feel icy cold, but she couldn't move it away.
She could only twist her body, hoping to make the ice cube slide off her chest onto the bed. The ice cube did slide off her chest but didn't fall onto the bed. Instead, it slid down her cleavage to her abdomen.
Cassidy was almost driven mad by the sensation. She panted, her belly rising and falling, causing the ice cube to move with her every breath.
Easton watched for a while, then put a small piece of ice in his mouth, grabbed Cassidy's face, and kissed her.
The ice cube moved back and forth between their mouths, making Cassidy's tongue feel numb from the cold.
She couldn't take it anymore and used her tongue to move the ice cube from Easton's mouth into her own.
To prevent Easton from taking the ice cube back, Cassidy bit down on it, breaking it into pieces.
They both heard the crisp sound of the ice cube breaking. Easton suddenly laughed.
He then lowered his head to bite the ice cube on Cassidy's belly, his tongue flicking against her skin, making her moan. He took the ice cube into his mouth and kissed Cassidy, but she quickly took it back and bit it into pieces.
"Easton, stop torturing me, please? Just put it in!" Cassidy deliberately spoke in a very seductive voice, twisting her waist to beg for mercy.
Easton's expression changed instantly. He removed the partially melted ice cube from Cassidy, turned her over, and made her kneel on the bed.
He stood at the edge of the bed, one hand grabbing her hair, the other hand pinching her shoulder, pulling her back, and thrusting forward.
He hit her cervix with each thrust, pulling out and thrusting back in with more force each time. After a few thrusts, her tender body was continuously leaking fluids, the liquid splashing down her thighs.
It was too stimulating, and Cassidy was almost constantly screaming, her voice becoming intermittent under Easton's fierce thrusts.
It didn't take long for Easton to make Cassidy climax, her body contracting wildly, tightly gripping him inside.
Easton let out a low growl, grabbing her smooth buttocks with both hands, thrusting into her dozens of times before finally finishing inside her.
The bedsheet was covered in fluids, and Cassidy's body was still twitching, with small puddles occasionally flowing out of her.
Even after finishing, Easton didn't pull out. Instead, he kept himself tightly blocking her, preventing anything from flowing out.
Cassidy lay weakly on the bed, not knowing what Easton was doing. The prolonged screaming had made her throat very hoarse.
When she spoke, her throat hurt. "Easton, get up. I need to clean up."
Her body was covered in fluids and sweat, making her very uncomfortable. If she didn't clean up, she might have trouble falling asleep.