He stood back in the Shadows of Master Frost's Lair admiring the view she afforded him from behind in her splendid nakedness, her muscled back, her arching spine, her firm and rounded buttocks. A small smile crossed his lips as she struggled in her chains. In a smaller opening in the lair, that looked out into the ocean, hung from above a pair of wrist cuffs, embedded into the stone and splayed wide enough apart that a person would feel their muscles protesting.

In the floor of the opening, again splayed wide apart were a pair of ankle cuffs. It was in these chains that the Lady Terin now found herself. She struggled against these bonds. Her mind reeled and her heart pounded. It was not supposed to be this way. She was the one always in control, not the other way around. She did not even know who had done this to her. Part of her mind knew it would do no good, yet, she continued to struggle in her captivity.

He moved silently forward, his feet on the cold floor making no sound. The Lady's body stilled as she felt his hand upon her skin from behind. His thumbs met at the top of her spine and slid slowly downward. His palms lay flat against her back and trailed down either side of her spine. Her body shivered beneath his touch. His thumbs paused at the small of her back, just before the rise of her buttocks. As his thumb slid over the crack of her ass, his fingers splayed across each cheek, in their downward journey.

Slowly his hands slipped down along the back of her thighs, pausing only briefly at her ankles before continuing their slow upward journey along the tender insides of her thighs. His fingertips whispered across her lower lips before slowly caressing upward and splaying across her abdomen. His hands moved flat against her, over her ribcage, finally coming to rest, each palm cupping and squeezing her breasts. His thumbs flicked across her nipples, causing them to harden despite her struggle to maintain control.

He moved closer to her body, feeling her body heat as his robe opened. Palming her breasts in his hands, he pressed himself to her backside. She felt his breath on the back of her neck. Two things happened then... first he moved away, causing her to shiver with the loss of his body heat. Second, she felt him return to place a padded device around her neck, securing it at the back. It was a collar of some type. It kept her head and chin up. She could not look right nor left or down. She had but two choices, to stare straight ahead at the ocean or up at the icy ceiling. Terin agonized over his next move. Who was he and what did he want with her?

The coldness of ice touched her spine and she instinctively arched away from it or rather, tried too. Her bindings didn't allow for much movement. Slowly, it passed down her spine. Its coldness seeping into her flesh. Down… down… over the slight swell of her buttocks. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt its tip pass slightly between her cheeks. She tried clenching them together but he would not be denied. With his free hand, he coaxed one cheek apart and slipped the ice tip between them, probing gently. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt its tip press lightly against her tight hole there. Relentlessly it pushed forward and inward. Terin had never realized how warm she was from the inside, until the moment it was pierced by the cold. Her head sagged in the collar as her capture removed it, and continued downward, over the backs of her thighs, knees and to her ankles. So swiftly before she knew what was happening, the shard of ice, was once more lodged in her ass and pressed inward until she felt his fingertips touch her. Only then did she realize it was all inside her. Her body silently screamed at the invading cold.

He slid his hands around her waist, his hands pressing against her groin; rubbing in slow circles as his tongue slid down her spine, following the trail the ice had taken previously. She could feel her buttocks clench as his tongue slid over the smooth globes. She could feel the melting ice deep inside her. His hands continued their slow circles, causing a throbbing to build in her lower regions. She knew that sign well and her mind protested against it.

On his knees, he slipped around her hanging body until he was before her. Still she could not see who he was. All she could do was stare out at the churning ocean that seemed to mimic the storm brewing within her. His fingertips glided up the inside of her thighs, again his tongue followed. His thumbs parted her lower lips, spreading them open. His tongue spearing her inner warmth. Her head fell back as she moaned against what he wrought. How dare he! He had no right to take from her what she did not willingly offer him. The flat of his tongue licked slowly upward before taking her nub into his mouth and he began suckling on her flesh. His hands moved to clench her buttocks, squeezing them close around the nearly melted ice still inside her. He pulled her body toward his face as his mouth continued to suckle. Her body bucked in the chains…..

( Continued in Lady Terin's Chambers)

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