His thick drool leaked from my stuffed pussy, a warm, sticky trail sliding down my inner thighs as I lay there tied and trembling on the couch. My body was a live wire, every nerve humming from the orgasm he'd wrenched out of me, my pierced clit still pulsing like a heartbeat under the rope's unyielding hold. I waited, breath ragged, wrists bound behind my head, legs splayed wide to the couch arms, exposing my dripping core and heaving tits to his hungry gaze. The air felt thick with my shame and slick arousal, my face burning as his eyes roamed my helpless form.
Callaghan leaned in close, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. He started low, tongue dragging lazy paths along my inner thighs, lapping up the mess he'd made—his own spit mixed with my cream, swirling around the edges of my folds without mercy. He kissed higher, nipping at the soft flesh where thigh met hip, then up to my belly, sucking on the dangling ring there until it tugged with a delicious sting. 'Such a messy little cunt, still leaking my spit like you can't get enough. Bet this pierced belly's jealous, huh? All shiny and begging for attention.'
His mouth found my tits next, lips teasing the undersides, breath ghosting over the hard peaks. He flicked his tongue against one nipple bar, making it vibrate, then the other, circling slow before sucking just the tip—enough to make me arch and moan, a desperate whine escaping my throat. 'Listen to you, moaning like a bitch in heat for these fat melons. Tits so heavy and jeweled, swelling up just from a tease. Forgot my water rule, and now you're gonna feel every drop of cold you missed.'
He straightened, smirking at my flushed whimpers, and reached into the bag again. This time, he pulled out a small insulated box, popping the lid to reveal a nest of small, glistening ice cubes—perfectly round ones nestled in a bed of crushed shards. My eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat flooding my cheeks as he plucked one out, the cold making it gleam under the room's light.
'Open those pretty lips, sweetie.' He rubbed the ice along my mouth, the chill biting into my full bottom lip, melting instantly and dripping cool water down my chin. 'Suck it from my hand—be a good girl and take your punishment.'
I parted my lips, tongue darting out shyly, and closed around the frozen orb between his fingers. The cold shocked my mouth, numbing my tongue as I sucked, hollowing my cheeks like it was his cock, swirling my warmth to melt it slow. Water trickled down my throat, mixing with my saliva, and I moaned around it, the sensation oddly intimate, humiliating in its innocence.
'Good girl,' he growled, voice rough with approval, thumb stroking my cheek. 'Keep sucking till it's gone—don't you dare let it drop. That's for disobeying, making your mouth as cold as your naughty pussy's about to be.'
I obeyed, nursing the ice until it dissolved into nothing, my lips chilled and tingling, pussy clenching emptily at the praise. He watched every second, eyes dark, then grabbed two more cubes, holding them pinched between his fingers.
'Now for these greedy tits.' He pressed one to each nipple, the icy bite making me gasp and buck, the metal piercings conducting the cold straight to my core. I moaned harder, the contrast of freeze on my heated skin sending jolts through my breasts, making them ache and tighten. He circled the bars, melting trails snaking down my curves, pooling in the valley between.
'This is what you get for not drinking your water, sweetie—cold right where it hurts most. Look at these nipples, turning to diamonds, all hard and pierced for me to torture.' He laughed low, watching me writhe, then popped one cube into his mouth, letting it coat his tongue before leaning down.
The frozen mouth on my tit was agony and ecstasy—his lips sealed around the peak, ice rubbing in slick circles, numbing the sensitive flesh while his heat thawed it inside him. He dragged the melting cube across my sternum, down my tummy, hooking the path around my belly button ring, tugging it with the cold edge. 'Squirming already? This soft belly's shivering, ring all frosty and slutty. Bet your pierced clit's jealous, throbbing for its turn.'
He pushed my thighs wider—if that was possible—exposing my sopping slit fully, the ropes creaking as I blushed so hard I felt dizzy. The ice trailed lower, rubbing along my outer lips, the chill making them pucker and clench, my arousal heating it to water that mixed with my juices. I wriggled, moaning loud, hips twitching away from the shock only to chase it back, wetness gushing fresh.
'Fuck, listen to that—moaning and soaking the couch like a desperate whore.' He pressed the half-melted cube right on my clit, the piercing amplifying the freeze, making my nub throb painfully sweet. I cried out, body jerking, the sensation like fire and ice warring inside me.
Without warning, he pushed the ice inside—sliding it past my folds into my clenching heat, the cold invading my walls like a frozen finger. Then his mouth followed, tongue delving to eat it out, sucking the melting chunk while stuffing more of his hot drool deep, swirling to pack it against my spasming inner muscles. 'Taste that? Your punishment melting inside, mixing with my spit to flood your greedy hole. Cum from the cold, sweetie—let it shatter you.'
I shattered, the icy burn pushing me over, pussy milking the fragments as waves crashed, moaning.
He didn't stop, grabbing two more cubes, eyes locked on my fluttering entrance. 'More for this stuffed womb—gonna fill you till you're leaking ice.' He inserted them slow, one then the other, the chill spreading deep, numbing my core while my heat fought back, making me moan and wet even more, slick coating his fingers.
His thick finger probed next, sliding in to check, twirling against the frozen bits, pushing them higher. 'Gap here—naughty pussy not holding tight enough.' He added two more, packing my womb full, the cold settling heavy and invasive, my belly cramping sweetly around the load.
'Look at you, stuffed like a frozen cumdump—womb full of ice for your thirst. Such a humiliated slut, blushing while your cunt weeps around the chill.' He dove back down, eating me ravenously, tongue lashing the outer lips while the ice melted inside, his drool joining the flood. I moaned harder, hips grinding against his face, wetness pouring out in rivulets, the mix of cold and heat driving me wild.
Finger back in, he twirled the melting mass, stirring my insides into a slushy mess, then pulled out, licking his finger clean with a groan. 'Tastes like arctic —your cream all frosty and sweet, mixed with my spit. Bet you feel it churning, don't you? Full and punished.'
From the bag, he withdrew the plug—a thick, stone-studded thing, plastic ,core frozen solid from the water inside, gem winking. He licked it long, coating the ridged surface with his saliva, making it glisten. 'This'll seal your icy load in, sweetie—keep that womb chilled till I say.'
He pressed the tip to my entrance, slow and relentless, the frozen studs scraping my walls as it breached, stretching me around the girth. The cold shocked deep, mingling with the slush, and I moaned so hard it broke into a sob, cumming instantly—pussy clamping down, squirting around the invading toy as ecstasy ripped through me.
'Fuck yes—cumming from a plug? What a filthy girl, ass clenching it in like it belongs there.' He bottomed it out, the base flush against my lips, trapping everything inside.
His kisses trailed my thighs, sucking marks into the flesh, then my belly button, tongue spearing the ring while his hands groped my tits—kneading the heavy globes, pinching the piercings. 'These melons, all bouncy and marked—perfect handfuls for a naughty girl. Thighs quivering, belly pierced and soft, tits begging to be bruised.'
Finally, he untied me—wrists first, rubbing the marks, then ankles, letting my legs fall limp. 'Open your mouth, show me that ice you sucked so good.'
I parted my lips, the lingering chill on my tongue, and he nodded approval. 'Sit on my thigh now—let me feel that plugged pussy grind.'
I straddled his leg, the movement shifting the ice inside, making me gasp as it sloshed against my walls, the plug unyielding. He agitated me more, bouncing his knee, the studs pressing deep, drawing whimpers.
'Here—suck this one like a good girl.' He fed me a fresh cube, and I latched on, licking and sucking, the cold melting on my tongue while his hands squeezed my ass, fingers digging into the cheeks.
'Mmm, tongue working it just right—such an obedient mouth, swirling like you want to please.' He pushed it deeper. 'Keep it in, twirl with your tongue—show me.'
I did, rolling the ice around my mouth, moaning as his gropes turned rough, spanking lightly to make the plug jolt.
'Now pass it to me—tongue it over.'
Blushing furiously, I leaned in, our mouths not brushing—not full kiss, but close enough to slide the half-melted cube onto his tongue with mine. He swallowed it down, groaning. 'Tastes like your spit—warm and slutty, better than plain water.'
His hands roamed then, rubbing the melting trails over my body, toying with my tits—tugging nipples, slapping the undersides lightly. 'No more Mr. Callaghan, sweetie—call me Uncle from now on. Makes it dirtier, doesn't it? And don't you dare take this plug out till I say—keep that icy pussy sealed for me.'
He latched onto my melons again, sucking hard, teeth grazing the bars as he fed like a starving man, leaving them raw and glistening.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he pulled back with a wicked grin. 'Duty calls, but until next time, sweetie—keep that plugged hole cold and ready for Uncle's return. Don't melt too fast without me.'
He left me there, dazed and dripping, locking the door behind him. I collapsed, feeling the cool weight deep inside, the plug a constant, teasing pressure, my body humming with aftershocks and the promise of more.