Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 341: Play 2 Olivia's POV The heat of the wax stole my breath, a hiss escapingas it trailed down my skin in molten ribbons. My body jerked against the cuffs, but there was no escape.

"Breathe through it," Louis's voice came, low and husky, brushing the shell of my ear. "Let it burn. Let it claim you." Another drop fell, lower this time, pooling at the dip of my spine before sliding along the arch of my back. I gasped, my thighs clenching together, every nerve alive, every instinct screaming both pleasure and surrender.

The flogger hit my skin immediately after, the sting crossing paths with the lingering heat of the wax. The contrast madecry out, muffled and desperate, before I remembered his warning. I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing the sound until tears pricked behind the blindfold.

Louis's hand cupped the side of my face, steadyingin the dark. "That's it," he praised softly, though his tone carried possession like steel. "My obedient little wolf." He trailed his fingers lightly over the fresh lines of wax, tracing the patterns he'd painted into my body, his touch tender compared to the bite of heat. My breath shuddered, chest straining against the bench, torn between relief and anticipation of what he would do next.

Then his voice dropped darker, filled with promise. "Let's go to the next part." I shivered, bound and blindfolded, not knowing what was coming next. Suddenly, he released my hands from where I was suspended and spunaround. I gasped, unprepared, knowing only that he was close-so close I could feel the hot whisper of his breath against my face.

Suddenly, I felt him move away from my front, and I stretched my attention, wondering where he was going. His presence shifted, circlinglike a predator that had all the tin the world. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, straining against the fabric that still clung to me. Then I felt it-the brush of his fingers at my back, deliberate, unhurried, until they found the clasp of my bra.

A click.

The strap fell slack, sliding from my shoulders. My body tensed, but I didn't move, bound in place. The cool air kissed my bare skin where the bra no longer shielded me, my nipples tightening instantly from exposure.

His hands didn't stop there. With calm precision, he slipped lower, hooking his fingers at the band of my underwear. The thin fabric peeled away, leavingutterly exposed. My breath caught, humiliation and arousal tangling into something dangerous, something that made my wolf whimper inside me.

He ledtoward a corner of the room, lifting my cuffed wrists high above my head before securing them to a bar of cold metal overhead. I gasped but had no chance to speak before I heard his retreat. My head jerked toward the echo of footsteps, my blindfold a prison, my heart racing as panic mingled with raw, aching anticipation. What was he planning? Before I could form a thought, heat ghosted across my chest. His breath.

And then-ice.

Cold, sharp, shocking.

His lips closed over my nipple, but it wasn't warmth I felt it was the searing kiss of ice, the frozen cube sliding between his mouth and my skin. A strangled cry caught in my throat as my body arched, the temperature so brutal against my already sensitized flesh that it stole my breath.

Louis's muffled growl vibrated throughas he held the ice in place with his tongue, his mouth commanding and merciless. The cold burned deeper, harder, until it melted and slick rivulets trickled down my breast.

My hands clenched against the cuffs, every muscle quaking with the torment of sensation. The cube slid over my nipple as his tongue released it, and I hissed at the shock of cold trailing against overheated skin. The sharp ache madestrain against the cuffs, my breasts jutting forward helplessly as the last edges of the ice melted over my peak.

Louis caught the cube between his fingers then, dragging it down the center of my chest in a slow, merciless path. The freezing trail burned over my heated skin, droplets following like a cruel echo.

When the ice reached my stomach, I gasped and twisted, the sensation sharper there, vulnerable and exposed. His free hand pressed firmly at my hip, steadying me, controlling me.

"Still," he commanded, his voice deep, authoritative, leaving no room for disobedience.

I obeyed, trembling, biting hard on my lip to keep from crying out as the cube traced lazy circles around my navel, then lower. My thighs clenched instinctively, a futile attempt to shield myself, but he growled low in warning.

The cube pressed against my inner thigh. My entire body jolted, the contrast between the icy chill and the fever of my arousal unbearable. He dragged it slowly, deliberately upward, each inch of the climb stealing my breath.

And then- The cube touched my pussy.

I gasped, a strangled cry breaking free before I could stop it. The frozen sting against my swollen, sensitive flesh madethrash in the cuffs, my entire body jerking violently. The cold was brutal, shocking, cruelly perfect as it slid over my folds.

Louis chuckled darkly, satisfied, the sound vibrating throughlike another command. He pressed the melting cube tighter, circling on my entrance. My wetness mingled with the water as the ice melted faster against my heat, droplets slipping down my thighs.

"Greedy little wolf," he murmured, low and possessive. "Even frozen, you ache for me." The blindfold cutoff from everything. I couldn't see him, couldn't tell what he was about to do next. My body was tense, waiting, my breaths coming fast.

I felt Louis drop to his knees beforewith a deliberate grace that made my pulse stutter. His hands slid up my calves, firm and possessive, until they reached my thighs. With one rough tug, he parted my legs wider, forcingto stand open for him, completely exposed, my wrists still bound above me.

"Stay still," he ordered, his voice deep, rough. Then I felt it-cold, sharp, shocking.

The ice.

He pressed his mouth to me, lips sealing around my pussy with the cube caught between his teeth. The contrast madegasp, a choked sound of pleasure and pain tearing from my throat. The frozen sting burned against my swollen flesh, but the heat of his tongue softened it, coaxing, tormenting. "Master-" I whimpered, the word broken.

I arched, my bound arms straining, body jerking against him as his mouth workedwith devastating skill. He sucked pulled, dragged the melting ice over my clit until I thought I would shatter. Every flick of his tongue was torture, every swirl mixing icy numbness with unbearable heat. "Fuck!" I gasped, straining against the blindfold, desperate to see him, to know what he'd do next.

"Master-" I gasped, my voice breaking, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.

He only hummed in response, the vibration shooting through me, forcing a scream from my lips. His grip tightened bruisingly at my hips as if to remind me-I wasn't allowed to move, wasn't allowed to come, not until he gave permission. He lickedslowly, dragging the melting cube over my pussy, then sucking the water from my skin as if he owned every drop. My whole body trembled, trapped between fire and ice, pain and pleasure.

I was close-too close. My stomach tightened, my walls clenching hard, the orgasm building fast.

But then he pulled away.

"No-please!" I cried, my voice cracking. I was dripping, throbbing, aching for him, but he didn't care.

A rough hand grabbed my jaw, tilting my blindfolded face up. His breath brushed my lips when he spoke, low and cruel.

"Not yet," he growled, voice low, cruelly amused. "You'll cwhen I say so. Not a second before."