Chapter 80 80

Chapter 80 80
Raymond broke off the kiss, pulled his face away, and smiled gently as he looked at Clara’s face.

“I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too.”

Raymond turned briefly toward the nightstand. He reached his strong hand into a small glass filled with ice cubes that he had prepared earlier, then picked up a medium-sized ice cube that looked very solid, cold, and frosty.

Seeing the ice cube in Raymond’s hand, Clara’s breathing grew heavy; curiosity and passion swirled together in her mind.

Raymond moved back toward the side of the bed. He lowered his body and brought the cold ice cube close to Clara’s chest.

“Close your eyes, Honey. Just feel this cold sensation. Tell me when you’ve had enough—when it’s too cold,” Raymond whispered, breathing his warm breath into Clara’s ear.

Clara nodded slightly and closed her eyes. She felt a shiver run through her entire body from the arousal.

Raymond began to place the frozen surface of the ice cube right in the cleavage of Clara’s warm breasts. He started moving the ice cube in slow, deliberate motions, circling it repeatedly over her sensitive skin—intentionally wanting to see his wife’s spontaneous physical reaction.

“Aahhh… Ray”

Then a low moan escaped Clara’s lips as the cold from the ice pierced the surface of her warm chest; her body gave a slight jolt on the mattress.

Not stopping there, Raymond’s hand began to move upward, guiding the chunk of ice up the slope of Clara’s large breast, then sweeping it across the tip of her nipple, which was beginning to harden.

The shock of the drastic temperature difference instantly made Clara squirm restlessly. Her handcuffed hands gripped the sheets beneath her tightly to channel the incredibly pleasurable and arousing sensory shock.

Clara moaned with satisfaction at this erotic reaction. She loved how her wife’s body responded to her touch. She continued to play with the ice cube while gently massaging Clara’s alluring breasts.

Finished with the right breast, she moved to the left, doing exactly the same thing until the cold ice water began to melt, dripping and flowing slowly between Clara’s breasts.

That pleasurable, icy torment made Clara’s pair of pink nipples instantly stand erect, hardening stiff as stone from the cold.

It truly heightened Clara’s arousal to its peak. She felt intensely stimulated by this contrasting torment. Clara’s breath came in rapid gasps, her chest rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air.

Clara’s body began to writhe wildly like a worm in the heat on the mattress, trying to escape the cold yet at the same time craving her husband’s dominant touch.

Clara’s mouth was beyond her control, continuously letting out wet moans that filled the room.

“Aahh… Ray, honey… it’s cold…” Clara whispered softly.

Raymond stopped the hand holding the ice cube, then lifted the chunk of ice from his wife’s breast.

“Calm down, honey. Relax and close your eyes. I’m just going to give you an explosion of pleasure.”

Clara’s breathing was still ragged, but the beautiful woman obeyed her husband’s request. Clara closed her eyes again.

Raymond stroked Clara’s face, then lowered his head; his lips were now on the tip of Clara’s left nipple. Raymond then bit down on it and sucked hard, sending a wave of warmth through Clara, while the tip of her right nipple was twisted by Raymond’s thick fingers. Then Raymond squeezed her breast. Clara jerked and let out a moan.

“Aahh… sshh…”
Once Raymond sensed that his wife was beginning to relax, he picked up another chunk of ice. This time, his strong hands placed the ice on Clara’s stomach, then continued to guide the precious, shrinking chunk of ice across his wife’s flat, slender stomach—even though she had given birth to two children.

The ice left a trail of cold, wet water, moving lower and lower until it finally stopped right above Clara’s mound, which was beginning to flush red.

“Spread your thighs, Baby,” Raymond whispered in a low yet commanding tone, characteristic of a dominant man.

Clara, already intoxicated with pleasure by her husband’s play, slowly spread her smooth thighs wide, allowing her super-warm vaginal entrance to be fully exposed before Raymond’s gray eyes.

The next moment, Raymond pressed the cold ice cube directly onto Clara’s vaginal area. 

The cold metal of the handcuffs clinked softly as Clara reflexively clenched her fingers together, biting her lower lip hard to withstand the extraordinary, strange sensation assaulting her crotch.

Raymond began rubbing the ice cube along Clara’s sensitive vaginal lips, sweeping over her swelling labia and occasionally pressing the ice cube directly onto her plump clitoris.

The contrast between the icy cold of the melting ice on the outside and the scorching heat of desire burning inside her created a sensually shocking arousal that was overwhelming for Clara; her slender waist immediately began to writhe restlessly and irregularly on the mattress.

“Akkhh… Ray… please…” Clara moaned.

Every time the ice cube brushed against her womanhood, Clara moaned with pleasure.

“Rayyy… aahh… please…”

“Okay, honey, I’ll give it to you.”

Raymond tossed the remaining ice cube onto the floor, then pressed his thumb against Clara’s rock-hard clitoris and began rubbing it in a slow, gentle rhythm.

“Aaahhh… Ray… hhh… nggghh!” A shrill moan escaped Clara’s lips, and her body jerked on the mattress.

Raymond then began to increase the speed of his finger, while his long middle finger was slipped slightly into Clara’s tight vaginal opening, stroking it slowly.

“Oohhh, don’t… aakh! Raymond… hh… faster… ngghhh, aaahhh!”

Clara had completely lost control of herself. Her hands, bound by leather cuffs, were raised high above her head, clutching the bed frame so tightly that the clinking of the chains mingled noisily with the wet slapping sounds between her thighs; her slender waist arched high reflexively, writhing wildly up and down in time with the rhythm of Raymond’s fingers as they continued to rub her womanhood.

Clara’s head moved restlessly from side to side, her long hair tangled and scattered across the pillow, while her eyes remained tightly shut.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! R-Rayy… I’m… about to come… hh-almost… nghhh, aaahhh!

Every muscle in Clara’s body tensed and spasmed; her smooth thighs trembled violently, and her innermost opening clamped down on Raymond’s fingers with an incredibly intense spasm, signaling that she was on the brink of an overwhelming orgasm. Clara was ready to unleash all her juices of pleasure tonight.

"Aaaaahhhh... Rayy..."

Raymond’s arousal surged instantly as he watched his wife’s incredibly sensual expression just as she was about to climax.

Clara’s lips let out a long moan as she reached her first release.

Clara’s breathing was ragged; the beautiful woman tried to steady her breath, while Raymond wiped the sweat from his wife’s face, then murmured in a hoarse voice.

"It’s not over yet, Mia Cara. I haven’t come yet..."

Then Raymond stood up and stripped off all his clothes, before walking back toward the bed to approach his wife with a faint smile.

"I’m just getting started with our little game."