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Killer Frost didn’t shiver in the freezing hideout, even though she had stripped down to her rhinestone studded push-up bra. Deathstorm was wielding a vodka-soaked needle and thread, sewing up the bullet graze on his lover’s shoulder. Frost didn’t even wince at each pass of the needle. She just stared off into the dark recesses of the lair, her mind elsewhere.
“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” Ronnie finally asked.
“I kissed someone,” answered Frost vacantly.
“You’re usually more turned on after a kill,” he observed.
“He didn’t die.” She took a long swig of vodka before continuing. “He can heal faster than I can freeze. So I tied him up and took what I wanted.”
Ronnie tugged on the last stitch a bit too harshly. Frost finally gasped at the pain. She smirked and said haughtily, “Why Ronald, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous.”
Ronnie tore off the excess thread with his teeth and knotted the stitches. He looked at Frost without saying a word.
“There’s no need for envy, my love,” cooed Frost. “You’re still the only man I can kiss, and the only one I want to. But now I have a boy to kiss, if I ever want to mix it up.”
Despite her words, it turned her on to see Ronnie envious. She snaked her hand down between his legs to feel his growing erection. “If you want, you are welcome to reclaim what is yours,” she purred.
It was Ronnie’s turn to smirk as he pushed her down on the couch and settled himself on top of her. “You’re allowed to have a boy toy,” Ronnie growled into her neck. “But it’s important to never forget what a real man feels like.”
“Remind me,” she begged. He tore off their clothes, wanting nothing to be between him and his girl. He licked and sucked on her cunt, making her wet and ready for him, but he didn’t spend as long on prep as he usually did. This time, he pressed deeply into her as soon as she could take him. She moaned as he spread her open, and he proceeded to make energetic and filthy love to her. She screamed in delight at the sensations. No one made her feel the way he did. So much heat.
Afterwards, the two lay in naked bliss in each other’s arms. The couch bore some scorch marks from Ronnie and some rips from Frost’s icicles. Superpowers had interesting side effects during sex.
“I almost forgot,” said Ronnie. “I got you a present.” He went to retrieve something from the next room.
“Nothing short of diamonds could sate my wounded soul,” replied Frost languidly.
“Good thing I know you so well.” He draped the White Collar across her hand, and the jewels tinkled lightly against each other. “For the record, it’s much easier to grab something in transit. Not as fun, but easier.”
Frost barely heard his words. Even in the darkness of the lair, the diamonds glittered in her hand. She held it up and let the strands twist around each other like a frozen waterfall. She could barely make out the blue in the larger diamonds dotted along the middle strand, but the centerpiece diamond stood out like a patch of blue sky on a cloudy day.
“I know exactly what to do with this,” said Killer Frost.
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Iris had wrapped Barry from head to toe in black medical tape, before tracing the length of his body with an intricate web of silky pink ribbon. He probably couldn’t even feel the ribbon inside his warm cocoon, but aesthetics were important to her. Black and pink were her colors, and Barry belonged to her, and she wanted to mark him as her own. She had already gotten a new black collar for him, so people would know he was a taken man.
Iris tied the ribbon off in a pretty bow, then she cuddled up next to her man. She wanted him to feel warm and safe, especially after his ordeal with Killer Frost. She pressed her palm down gently on his crotch and was rewarded with a moan of relaxed pleasure. She nuzzled against his neck affectionately. “You belong to me,” she whispered, not sure if he could hear her. But she knew he knew.
Then the doorbell rang. Iris sighed in annoyance, but she got up and went downstairs to answer the door. The porch was empty except for a package with no return address. She brought it inside and opened it on the dining room table.
Inside, there was an elegant collar made of high quality white leather. Studded along its length were four pale blue diamonds, but Iris’s eyes were drawn to the front of the collar, where a large cerulean blue diamond sparkled in the light.