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Devious Discovery Part 2

“I think it might just be time for a reward.” Cold Queen said with a smirk and a saucy wink. “Hold on, I need to grab something from the other room. While you wait, I need you to rearrange your chair so that it faces the couch. Trust me, it’s part of the reward.” She walked out a bit gingerly as she was recovering from her orgasm.

I peeled myself off the chair and as I stood, I was a bit wobbly. The sexual desire in the room was palpable and my dick felt like it could rip right through my shorts. I began turning the easy-chair around a bit so that it faced directly towards the couch. As I eyeballed whether or not I had it centered, I heard from behind me, “Ta-da!”

I spun around and saw the Cold Queen holding up a plastic bottle of clear liquid in her one hand. She was waving it back and forth and pranced into the room as she did so. Her blonde hair bounced around in delightful way and she was all smiles as she came closer. She still wore her white catsuit, though it was only halfway zipped. Just above the zipper was her belly button and her perky tits were on full display as they rose and fell with each triumphant stride she was making.

“You seem quite pleased with yourself.” I said and couldn’t help myself from smiling as I watched her strut about. Her joy was infectious.

“Oh, I am! Guess who did a little research before you came over?” She was now right in front of me and began shaking the bottle right in front of my face. “Turns out, baby oil has a much lower freezing point than the lube we used last time. I promise, no more cocksicles from here on out. At least, not without meaning to.” She said as her eyes betrayed a mischievousness behind them. “Now, babe, sit down. It’s time for your reward.”

She took her hands and gently pushed me until I took a seat in the chair. “Shirt. Shorts. Shoes. Everything. Lose them.” I nodded as I felt my heartbeat start to race. I peeled off my shirt, shorts and underwear at Olympian speed. In moments, I was naked from head to toe, ready for further instructions. “Good boy!” She cooed with approval. “I like how responsive you are. That bodes well.” She said this as she oiled up her hands and sat down on one of my legs. She positioned herself so that she had easy access to my cock with her hands.

“Now, I want to you to stay relaxed and let your orgasm slowly build. We’re going to take our time and it’ll be glorious. But you have to tell me when you’re about to blow. Do you understand?” She whispered into my ear as her hands closed around my erection. I nodded, eager to get started. Her hands were deft and agile. They danced up and down my cock. At times they stroked me in tandem. At other moments just one. In this moment, one hand was stacked on top of the other grasping the whole shaft and moving up and down in unison. In the next moment, she had them twisting back and forth in opposite directions, like wringing out a wet shirt. At some point, one hand simply held my dick and the other focused all its motion to a circular rubbing around the head. Fast, slow, moderate. She built up my arousal to near orgasm, once, twice, ten times, but each time, as I indicated I was getting close, she’d change tactics and start over again. Eventually, I was reduced to nothing more than pure pleasure and the singular phrase, “About to cum!”

As we reached another near peak, she leaned into the nuzzle of my neck and planted several soft kisses there. Then she said, “Are you ready to cum?” I grunted in what I hoped sounded like agreement. “Are you really ready to cum?” she asked. I grunted again loudly. “Ok. Now, remember you have to tell me, EXACTLY when you’re about to cum. Can you do that?” I nodded vigorously. “Good Boy.” She kept face close to mine and her hands worked a kind of magic not yet felt. I could feel the surge of orgasm, so long played with and kept at bay now coming. It was lurching forward, with such power and force that it was undeniable. Her hands kept plying their skill and pleasure deep inside began to usher forth. It was an avalanche and just as I approached the tipping point, I said, “About to cum!”

And with that, the Cold Queen commanded, “FREEZE!” To my utter shock, my body and mind were no longer connected. All control was gone and my entire body was stuck in time it seemed. Bewildered, I tried moving any and all parts of my body, to no avail. My mind was panicked but there was no physical response. It was hard to think at all, as orgasmic pleasure flooded my mind. I was literally on the tipping point of orgasm and being held there somehow.

“Oh! I guess I forgot to mention this particular power of mine. Silly me! To be honest, given how you’re impervious to my other powers, I wasn’t sure it would work. I call it Body Freeze. Basically, I can stop the body in a single instant, until I release it. You still can feel everything, but your body won’t let go until I let it. See?” She began stroking my cock again and all the pleasurable sensations were still there, but it also felt like I was about shoot my load. “I could stroke this cock all day in this state and it’ll remain just as hard and desperate to cum as it is now. Neat, right?” I could feel her slide off my lap and I saw her standing in front of me. “I need you to concentrate. I know it’s tough, but if you really think about it, you should be able to blink. Blink for me, babe. That way we can move on to the next part of the reward.”

After a minute of willing everything I had, I managed to blink. “Wonderful! I knew you could do it. Now, I have a confession to make; you’re not my only play partner. Some guys get weirded out by it and they stop hanging out with me. But you and me? I think we’ve got real chemistry and I want to prove it. So what do you say, yes or no?” I stared back at her unable to speak and completely beside myself. “Oh right. I forgot to say, blink once for yes and two blinks for no.” She shook her head at her mistake and smiled broadly back at me. “Do you want to continue and share? Yes or no?” I considered my options and I realized I had none. And the continual ecstasy I felt kept my thoughts muddled. I blinked once.

“Yay! Ok. That’s awesome. I promise, this is going to be great.” She clapped her hands in happiness and hopped back and forth in excitement. “Bob, can you come in here? We need some help.” I heard footsteps behind me and then a strange man stepped into my field of vision. He was about 6 feet tall, muscular build, with long, black hair and short-trimmed beard.

“Hey, Sara. What’s this all about?” He asked as he strode into the room. “Whoa! Who’s that? And is he ok?” The man was shocked to find a naked man sitting in the chair he just passed.

“Bob, this is Frostbite. Frostbite, Bob. Don’t worry about him, I assure you he’s fantastic. Are you ready for your reward helping move that furniture the other day?”

“Am I! Wow, you look incredible. That’s some get up you have on. Is this reward going to be like last time?” Bob asked with anticipation.

“Even better. This time, we get to fuck.”

“Shit! Really? Oh man, that’s awesome. Wait, do you have protection? I didn’t think we’d doing something like that.”

“All good. Go over to the couch, there should be condom ready to use. Make yourself useful and get yourself situated while I take care of something with Frostbite here.” With that, Bob scurried over to the couch, losing his shirt and pants along the way and got right to work getting himself to ready to fuck.

In the meantime, Sara walked back over to me and whispered in my ear. “I’m so fucking wet right now. Between that orgasm earlier, all the fun we just had and now this, I’m going to cum again soon. And when I do, I’ll release you. Think about all the fun we could have now. Bob has his uses, but mostly for his cock. You? You and I might have something more. But you have to trust me. Do you trust me?” She asked and looked intently at my eyes. Another blink of affirmation.

The Cold Queen strode majestically over to the peon Bob who waited to be fucked. As she approached she opened once more her catsuit completely. She looked like she would straddle him and lower herself onto his cock. But right before she did so, she repositioned herself so that she faced back at the easy-chair and her helpless companion.

“Oh, fuck! That cock feels great. It stretches my pussy so much. God I can barely take it all.” She said as she stared hungrily back at me. I couldn’t tell if how much of an act it was, but I could feel a growing burn of jealousy in my cheeks as I watched on. It only grew worse, the more intense the fucking became. She had Bob fuck her in a variety of positions, but in every instance, her gaze came back to me in the chair.

“Right there. Just like that. A little bit more. A little harder. Come on! Fuck me with that dick of yours. Make me cum!” Her exhortations were interspersed with heavy breathing and groans of pleasure. It was obvious that they’d soon hit climax. It was utter agony for me. And it seemed to make the perpetual pleasure I was feeling that much stronger. Then, with a final thrust, Bob climaxed. Sara felt the orgasm and quickly rubbed her clit until she tensed up and in pleasure. As her orgasm hit, she screamed, “THAW!” and with that my body came back into my possession and the strongest orgasm of my life cascaded up and through me, as rope after rope of cum shot from my cock. In the aftermath of the intensity, the slightest touch or movement sent fresh waves of pleasure through me.

After five minutes of collective basking, Sara picked up Bob’s clothes and shooed him out with general ‘thank you’s and ‘we’ll be in touch’. When she came back into the living room, she had a dreamy look upon her face and she nuzzled up and into the chair with me. I wrapped my arms around in a loose hug, still trying to piece together the insanity that had just befallen me.

“So? What do you think? She asked, with a kind of vulnerability I hadn’t seen in her before.

“Wow. Just wow. That has got to be the craziest bullshit I have ever experienced.” I said in genuine shock. “But you know what’s crazier? I’m starting to wonder what we can try next.”

She squealed at my answer and planted another kiss on my lips.

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