Freeze Her Out

Stripped bare. Spread wide. Winter bites hard in the coldest studio, and Allie’s not coming back any time soon. The air keeps dropping, every hour colder than the last, until even the domme pulls on a coat just to step inside. Lora’s left there, skin tight, nipples hard, the blindfold keeping her locked in the dark. She shivers against the ropes, wrists pulled tight, legs held open, every muscle fighting the chill. When Allie finally returns, the first thing she sees is gooseflesh and the faint tremor running through Lora’s thighs. Allie circles slow, coat collar turned up, voice low and sharp. "Cold enough yet?" She leans in close enough for warm breath to hit frozen skin, then slides gloved fingers over Lora’s stiff nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp. The blindfold stays. The ropes stay. Allie stays—close enough for her coat to brush Lora’s bare hip, close enough to promise heat but not give it. Not yet. She drags a single warm palm down Lora’s stomach, stopping just above the point where the sub is already wet despite the cold. "Let’s see how long you can stay frozen for me."