She laughed, a deep, throaty sound. Womanly, not girly. “Last one naked wins, silly.”
“Yes, oh. I’m going to make you beg me to take your clothes off.”
Ah, so that was the game. “Annabel…”
Her hand slipped between my thighs, making me fall silent. It pushed up, under the edge of my skirt, settling against my crotch. I could feel the heat of her skin against mine, separated only by my panties. “No, not Annabel.”
She moved her hand, sliding the palm along my pussy and I yelped. I was already getting damp, and I was sure she could feel it. “You will address me as Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped.
“Good girl. That’s much better. Just for that, I’m going to start with something fun.”
I heard a splash, and felt her lifting up the hem of my camisole. She exposed my chest and icy cold water dripped onto my stomach, making me flinch and forcing a giggle from my lips.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” She ran a finger down my stomach, making me shiver.
The ice against my right nipple came as a shock. I was unable to squirm away from it, my hands tied as they were. I tried to shift my body, but it would only move so far.
Beltane laughed. As the ice melted it soaked my bra, spreading cold water around the rest of my breast. I could feel my nipple hardening, pressing against the fabric. I moaned. The bed creaked as I tried to shift away from the ice.