“You’re still sore from last night, aren’t you?” Miranda’s voice was low, steady, and filled with an undercurrent of amusement. Her fingers brushed down Andrea’s arms, a soft, teasing touch that contrasted with the tension in her voice.
Andrea gasped, her muscles tightening reflexively as her body reacted to the sudden cold. She tried to pull away, her skin protesting against the icy touch, but Miranda’s hand was already there, firm on her shoulder, keeping her in place.
“Stay still,” Miranda’s voice was firm, authoritative, the command cutting through Andrea’s haze of sensation. Her hand lingered where she had smacked Andrea’s thigh, her grip tightening ever so slightly in warning. “Or I’ll make sure you’re really sore by the time I’m done with you.”
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In the quiet stillness of the night, Miranda takes control in a way Andrea hadn’t expected, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and discomfort. With a blindfold over her eyes and ice tracing her skin, Andrea is at Miranda’s mercy, every touch a deliberate mix of dominance and affection. As the cold intensifies, Andrea finds herself torn between resistance and the deep desire to please.
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“Good girl,” Miranda murmured, her fingers brushing lightly against Andrea’s thigh, the sting of the smack still lingering there. Andrea felt a shiver run through her at the praise, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she forced herself to stay still, even though her body was crying out from the shock of the cold. Without another word, Miranda moved the ice back to Andrea’s entrance, the cold pressing firmly against her heat once again. Andrea’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the icy sensation settled there, sharp and relentless against the warmth of her skin. The contrast was almost unbearable, her muscles twitching under the intensity of it, but she stayed still, her mind focused on Miranda’s command, on the need to obey. Slowly, deliberately, Miranda began to slide the ice against her entrance, teasing, testing. The sensation was unlike anything Andrea had ever felt—intense, almost painful in its coldness, but there was a strange pleasure hidden beneath the discomfort. She could feel the ice melting against her, the water mixing with her own slickness, creating a sensation that was both shocking and strangely exhilarating.
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