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Harry stroked the side of Frost’s face, tucking a tress of her blonde hair behind her ear.
“Did you mean it?” Frost asked. She needed reassurance. She was so scared of being abandoned.
“Yes,” Harry told her. He was leaning over her again, so they could make easy eye contact. “I’m tired of being alone, and I want to be with you. I love you, Snow.”
“If you stay, I’m going to keep dominating you,” Frost admitted. “It feels like, ever since I lost Ronnie, that everything has been spinning out of control. And it keeps getting worse and worse. But when I’m with you, when I have you under my control, I feel so safe. Like I can finally relax and know that you’re going to stay.”
“I know,” Harry told her. “And when you dominate me, it fills me with a strange peace. A focus. All the worries in my mind drift away, and I can only focus on the present. I haven’t been able to do that since I lost my wife. She was the only person who could help me let go. Until now. Until you.”
Frost and Harry smiled at each other. He leaned down and kissed away her frozen tears.
Harry continued, “But I have to choose to stay and to submit. And you have to choose to let me leave if I decide to leave.”
Frost nodded. “If you ever want to leave, I’ll let you leave.”
“I want to stay with you,” Harry assured her. “I want to submit to you.”
Harry took a tissue and carefully wiped the lipstick off her lips. No need for a diluted dose, now that he was dosed up enough to permanently change his physiology.
He leaned down to kiss her now-clean lips, but he didn’t use his tongue or linger for too long. The serum hadn’t fully kicked in yet, and it still hurt for him to linger too much with his touch.
Then he looked at her with a mischievous smirk. “I want to submit most of the time, but right now, you need to learn what it feels like to hand all control over to another person. Trust me, this will make you a better domme.”
So Harry stood back and admired his rope work. Her bound body was carefully stretched out spread eagle, exposing her naked body to his appreciative gaze.
As an extra show of dominance, he kept his own clothes on for now. She was naked, but he wasn’t. She breathed quickly, making her breasts move up and down as her chest moved. She involuntarily squirmed under his gaze, which made her breasts jiggle from side to side. He watched in delight.
Then he ran a single finger up the sole of her bare foot. She clamped her mouth shut, but she still squealed at the tickling sensation. She tugged against her restraints, only to be firmly reminded that she was bound fast. Harry’s careful ties didn’t tighten around her wrists. Just kept her exactly where he wanted her to be.
“Go ahead,” Harry told her. “Try to escape.”
She began to twist and tug at her restraints. Carefully at first, but then harder and harder as they continued to easily hold her. Finally, she lay back on the bed panting as her sweat froze on her skin. Harry was staring at her body, mesmerized by her struggles.
She lay there under his gaze, naked and vulnerable. She was totally under his control. They stared at each other in silence. He loved how much she trusted him.
He wanted to explore every part of her body, but she was still too cold for him to touch safely, so he had to find ways to touch and stimulate her indirectly. And based on how she had squirmed when he had barely touched her foot, he knew she must be very ticklish.
He grabbed the feather he had found in her toy chest. Based on the other implements he had found in there, she had some very wicked plans for him. He liked how he was getting to use some of the toys on her before she could use them on him. He was sure she would get vengeance on him for jumping his turn, and he was excited to find out what the vengeance would be.
But for now, he was the one in control. He took the feather and held it up for her to see it clearly and to anticipate her fate. He played with it languidly, twisting it around his fingers and testing how it felt to drag it along his palm. He saw her watching the feather with rapt attention, knowing that soon it would be used on her vulnerable body.
He finally touched it to her palm. Not a very ticklish place, but that was the point. To slowly build up to full torment.
Then he dragged the feather gently down her arm, culminating at her breast. He circled her areola and ghosted over her nipple. Once again, not a very ticklish place, but she still breathed unevenly at the stimulation. Gasping and sighing.
He wasn’t even to the really good spots yet!
He did the same thing to her other arm for the sake of symmetry, then traced down the center of her abdomen and paused right above her sex. She rolled her hips up towards him, hoping for even the ghost of a touch. But he jumped over it and decided to trace the outline of her lower body.
The feather traveled down the outside of one leg, but she didn’t squirm until it went around each toe on her foot, before swiping down the sole of her foot. That made her jerk in her bonds. He made a mental note to return.
Next the feather went up the inside of her leg, slowing down as it reached her inner thigh. She sucked in breath, anticipating a touch on her sex, but once again, he cruelly jumped over it, and started down the inside of her other leg. She strained her head up to glare down at him. Her swelling pussy also looked mad at him.
He knew she was planning her revenge on him in devilish detail. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of her being truly motivated to torment him. He doubted a single session would be enough to sate her anger. He would be paying for this for days. This was going to be fun.
He found the other ticklish spots on her body. Sole of the feet and the sides of her tummy. Pretty typical. But he was delighted to find that she also squirmed when he tickled the spots where her neck met her shoulder blades.
She would tilt her head to the side and press her neck against her shoulder to hide the area and block his feather. Thankfully, he had two feathers. He tickled both sides. She had to choose which side to protect, leaving the other side vulnerable to his wicked feather.
The tickling overwhelmed her, and she was struggling more and more against her restraints. He was watching her carefully, making sure she was still thinking of this as a game. He wanted to push her to her limits, but he knew how quickly something like this could stop being fun. That’s why he hadn’t gagged her. He wanted her to be able to tell him if she wanted him to stop or slow down.
But Snow was clearly very kinky. She hadn’t uttered a word to tell him to stop. She was determined to handle anything he could throw at her.
He liked watching her struggle. He liked watching her resist. It was part of the reason he loved her so much. She was a fighter.
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Frost fought back. The tickling was overwhelming, and she pulled against her restraints with more and more desperation. She squeezed her eyes shut in concentration, and she gave a cry as the panic of being trapped washed over her. She twisted wildly on the bed.
“No cheating,” Harry suddenly reprimanded her. She felt a sharp pain on the side of her breast.
She stopped moving in shock, and her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her breast to see her skin was turning a subtle shade of blue where she had felt the pain. Harry stood over her with a folded leather strap that she had bought to use on him. How dare he use it on her first?
“What was that for?” she demanded indignantly.
He looked over at her hand, where an icicle knife had formed and frost was spreading over the rope and down the bedpost. She quickly pulled her powers back, and the knife and frost disappeared.
“Sorry,” she said softly, disturbed to see how she had lost control so easily.
“No need to be sorry,” Harry assured her. “I’m the one in control here. I won’t let you go too far.”
He gently caressed her breast where he had struck it. He wore leather gloves now, which protected his hands from her freezing skin. He leaned down to plant a quick kiss on the blue mark, and she quietly moaned in pleasure.
“Do you want me to put this away?” Harry asked her, holding up the leather strap. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
Frost gave him a look. “No, I’m a bad girl for life.”
She had been surprised at how much she liked being smacked. It felt like electricity, running through her body. Like she was riding a bolt of lightning.
But Harry didn’t move, like he was watching her for any sign that she didn’t want to play anymore. She stared at him defiantly, while she deliberately spread more frost down her ropes.
Harry smiled widely, showing all his teeth. He was clearly having the time of his life.
He whipped her other breast, a little harder this time. She lost her breath for a second, and she pulled back on the spreading frost. Harry paused again, carefully gauging her reaction. She recovered her breath and forced a new icicle knife. She held the knife against the rope binding her in place.
“It’d be so easy for me to cut myself loose and completely turn the tables on you,” she told him.
Harry grinned even harder as he whipped her even harder. He smacked every part of each breast multiple times. Then began to work his way down her sides.
He paused occasionally to check her reaction. When it became clear how kinky she was, he paused less and less.
He skipped her pussy once again, and she moaned at him in angry frustration. He whipped her inner thighs, alternating between right and left. She jutted her hips up and spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to tempt him. She felt her lips swell between her legs.
Then she yipped in surprise as Harry planted his next stroke directly on her cunt. It was the first time he had touched it since he’d started working on her, and it took her breath away. It wasn’t even that hard of a slap, but it was more the surprise of it.
Harry stopped whipping her, and he backed up to stand at the end of the bed. He must have seen something in her face that made him stop.
He was panting, and his face was red from the exertion. Or was it exertion? She studied him carefully. He was very flushed. He tore off his stolen t-shirt, trying to cool himself off.
“I think the serum is kicking in, Harry,” she taunted him. “And there’s only one way to really cool off.” She jutted her hips at him.
“Not yet, bad girl,” he told her. But she saw how badly he wanted her.
He grabbed a long strip of fabric. She stared at it with trepidation. He stretched it out between his hands and moved to place it over her face. At the last second, she realized it was a blindfold.
He noticed her panic and stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quietly.
A competitive spirit rose up in her. She could take whatever he dished out. “Of course not,” she spat out. She lifted her head off the pillow to make it easier for him to blindfold her.
The blindfold settled into place, and when he pulled it tight, even the light coming in around the edges went dark. She felt cut off from the world. She would have to rely on her other senses.
Was Harry still standing next to her? She felt the bed shift, was he sitting beside her now? Her head whipped back and forth. What was going on?
Now she felt bad for blindfolding Harry when he was unconscious. It must have been terrifying to wake up blind, with no idea where you were.
Harry was right: this experience was making her a better domme. Better able to understand what it felt like to have various types of control taken away.
She still had no idea where Harry was. Her breathing got faster. Then she flinched violently as she felt something touch her shoulder. But it was just Harry’s firm hand, pressing down on her skin with comforting pressure, calming her down. She realized his leather gloves were gone now. He was touching her with his bare palm. She felt the heat from his bare skin seep into her body. She relaxed under his touch and submitted to it. It felt so good to have him warm her up.
Only after she had fully calmed down did he remove his hand. She felt the bed shift again as he stood up. She could hear his breathing as he stood a few feet away at the side of the bed. She was getting better at using her other senses to be aware of her surroundings. She heard a zipper and fabric being pulled over skin, meaning he was taking his pants off. Now they were both naked. She shivered in anticipation.
She only flinched a little when his warm hands touched her ankles to unbind her feet. She let him gently bend her legs and pull them up closer to her body. He pressed against the insides of her thighs, spreading them open. Then lifted her legs a little to tilt her pelvis up.
He carefully laid down over her, propping himself up on his elbows to not put too much pressure on her. The heat from his body hovered over her like a sunlamp. He kissed at the corner of her mouth until she turned towards him to deepen their kiss. His hot tongue dove between her lips, seeking the depths of her cold mouth. She moaned in pleasure, so he kissed her even deeper.
She felt his burning erection pressing against her pussy lips. But not quite where her entrance was. He snaked one of his hands between them to guide himself in. She was so wet that he slid in easily, but he still moved slowly, letting her cool pussy gradually stretch around his girth. She let out a sigh once he was fully in, not realizing until then that she had been holding her breath.
She had slept with plenty of guys. But usually she wasn’t blindfolded, and she was on top. It was so novel to have him control the whole thing.
He held still until she slowly started rocking her hips. Then he matched her speed, letting her pleasure slowly build up. She was breathing quicker and quicker, pulling against the restraints around her wrists and gripping onto the ropes. She felt frost spilling out from her hands, and she feared that the frost might spread to Harry, now that he was touching her.
Then she realized with relief that he was hot from the serum, and her powers could never hurt him again.
She felt the heat from his body fully reach into her core. Before, his embrace had never been able to warm her that deep. She needed him inside her to be truly warm.
Then suddenly, he was gone. He wasn’t inside her, and he wasn’t above her, and she floundered in her blind bondage, desperate to find him. Until she heard a dark chuckle, and she realized Harry had pulled away from her deliberately, just to play with her. She was just a toy in his hands.
Then he was on top of her again, guiding himself back into her. She felt such relief at his return. They built up speed again. He kept his hand between them, and as she neared her climax, he began to rub at her clit. She arched her back, feeling the wave swell up.
Then the wave crashed, tumbling over itself as pleasure shot through her whole body. Harry was climaxing, too, and they stayed glued together as the last ripples of pleasure rode through them.
He stopped worrying about crushing her and just collapsed on her chest. It felt so good to have a warm heavy weight on her, pressing her down against the mattress.
“I love you, Snow,” Harry whispered in his deep voice.
“I’m not Snow anymore,” Frost reminded him. “But I’m not Killer Frost either. I’m something new now. I’m Frost.”
“I love you, Frost,” Harry said, finally accepting her name.
Frost sighed in pleasure. For the first time in her life, she didn’t need to be in control. And she didn’t feel alone. So she said something to him for the first time.
“I love you, Harry.”