THE ICEMAN COMETH
Published by Severin Rossetti at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Severin Rossetti
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Never mind kill, if looks could chill then the woman's icy stare would have frozen Andrew's heart and made his blood run cold. Eyes of such a pale blue that they were almost colourless gazed directly at him, her face was turned fully to him so that her long blonde hair framed it with an elegant symmetry, nothing at all shy or coquettish about the way she regarded him
No, definitely not shy, he thought. If anything, he read a challenge there, saw the contradiction between the easy open body posture and the frosty expression as a temptation to approach.
'Don't,' said Carol quietly, as she saw him rise from his stool at the bar and square his shoulders. 'Don't bother. You won't have me and you wouldn't enjoy me.'
But he came, perhaps drawn by the way she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, as if across the crowded bar he could hear the kiss of silk stockings against each other, or could picture in his mind the ivory flesh where the dark silk ended, the golden patch of hair beneath the short black dress she wore.
'Fool,' she muttered, as he wove his way between the crowd, crossing the space between them; and then, less softly when he finally stood before her, said, 'Don't. Go away.'
Fool that he was he smiled, ignored the warning, pulled up a chair to sit facing her.
'The name's Andrew,' he said, offering her his hand.
'Then hello Andrew and goodbye,' she said, her tone level, her expression not changing.
'Well the least you could do is accept the hand of friendship and give me the name of the person who's dismissing me.'
Sighing, Carol spoke her name, gave him her hand, and no sooner had he taken hold of her limp fingers than he covered them with his other hand, squeezing them lightly.
'You're cold, Carol,' he commented, his hands making slow circular motions against hers.
'Very,' she agreed, extricating her hand from his. 'I am not a warm person, which is why you don't want to know me.'
'Ah, but I'm sure I could warm you somehow, thaw you, have you melting in my arms given half a chance.'
His overture was risible, his lines so trite, but Carol's expression remained unchanged, though her eyes did not flinch from his they still regarded him with a cold dispassion, and she could not even bring herself to mock his conceit.
As simply as she could, and with a commendable candour, she said, 'I will give you one last warning, Andrew. You do not want me, you will not have me, I am cold and heartless and will not bring you joy.'
For the first time since he had entered the bar he turned his eyes from her steely gaze, but merely to nod in the direction of the empty glass on the table beside her.
'What's that?' he asked.
'Crème de menthe,' she answered.
'Another?' he offered, his hand moving to his back pocket to reach for his wallet.
Such an inelegant place for a man to keep his wallet, Carol thought, her own hand coming up to clasp him by the wrist. She held him, she studied him, her eyes searched his as she allowed him one last chance to retreat.
Then, rising, drawing him to his feet with her before releasing him, she said, 'No, not here. Back at my place.'
His wrist tingling where she had touched him, feeling a little numb, Andrew hurried after her, from the bar and out to the snow-covered car park.
'I have my car over here!' he called after her, feeling the frosty night air bite at the back of his throat.
'I have my Jeep!' she answered back, without even turning, striding quickly ahead despite the ice underfoot and the tapering heels of the boots she wore.
'But how-?'
How would he get home without his own transport, he was about to ask, but then grinned and decided that it didn't matter.
He could hear the heater blow, as he climbed in the Jeep beside her and she turned the ignition, but felt only a cold blast of air in his face.
Wait till we're moving, he supposed, it'll warm up then, and twisted to pull the seat belt across his body. Before he could notice any effect from the heater, though, as they edged out of the car park and accelerated onto the road, Carol had her window down and a numbing breeze was wafting into the Jeep, swirling about them to chill him front and back.
A mile along the road, fearing his teeth would start chattering as the Jeep picked up speed, Andrew said, 'It's bit, er...'
'Cold?' said Carol, not taking her eyes from the road. 'I warned you I was.'
Her hair was flying about her head, caught by the breeze, a time or two it wrapped itself across her eyes and she had to pluck or toss it free. As the road climbed and became more winding Andrew found himself trembling as much from nervousness as from the cold, for she barely cut her speed as she took the bends.
'You really could do with having chains on in this weather,' he remarked.
For the first time a semblance of a grin softened Carol's face, she turned to him with one eyebrow curiously raised and said, 'Chains? Mm!'
'Chains on the tyres,' he explained. 'For the grip. In the snow. It's safer.'
Carol nodded, her smile now contained, as if any humour was a private thing, said, 'You can relax now, here we are.'
Turning from the road into the driveway of the house the Jeep's headlights briefly picked out a number of ghostly shapes on the front lawn, sprouting up from the snow, figures with something only vaguely human about them.
'You have children?' he asked warily, thinking the evening might be a disappointment, supposing the shapes to be snowmen.
'No. Never have and never will,' she told him, bringing the vehicle to a halt by the side of the front door.
'There's just you then?' he checked, hoped, prayed.
'I share the house with a friend, but she's away until tomorrow,' said Carol, killing the engine and opening the driver's door. 'Now mind how you step, it'll be...'
'I told you it would be icy!' Carol said.
'I think it's broken,' Andrew moaned, cradling one swollen hand in the other.
'Nonsense! You sprained it when you slipped, nothing worse than that! Now take off that shirt, the trousers too.'
'Eh?' he asked, having already left his jacket in the hall.
'Look at them, they're a mess,' Carol told him. 'Take them off.'
Carol left him in the lounge, where gratefully a roaring fire was burning in the open hearth. Frozen by the drive, in pain from his fall, Andrew miserably removed his torn and soiled clothes and squatted on the floor, as close to the fire as he could bear.
When Carol joined him she crouched before him, tenderly asked to see, and he offered her his trembling hand. She took it lightly in hers at first, but then raked her fingernails across the swollen wrist and he screamed as she knocked him back, gasped as she sat astride his chest and slid onto his mouth.
'Eat me!' she commanded, her skirt rucked up about her waist. 'And give me your poor hand while you do so. I shall caress your cock as you eat me if you give me your hand. But shy away from me and I shall hurt you.'
Andrew offered her his shaking hand as he began to lick her cunt, licked deeply, and as she rode his face so she reached behind to caress his cock, her hand working inside his shorts. He grew hard beneath her touch, licked more feverishly at her cunt.
In a single quick movement she turned, lay on top of him, her cunt harder against his face and his cock sliding into her mouth. As she sucked him she scoured her fingers over his injured hand, making him cry into her.
Despite the pain his balls were soon close to bursting, she was aware of this and squeezed them, making him beg, plead: 'Please, Carol? May I come in your mouth?'
'Impudent slut!' she said, spitting his cock out and slapping it. 'No you may not!'
She continued to grind her cunt onto him, using his face like a wanking machine, until he thought he was going to drown in her juices, or suffocate beneath her. Then slowly her movements subsided, stopped, her body slipped from him and he lay gasping, exhausted, his chest heaving, and she smiled at his frustration.
'I said you wouldn't enjoy me. I might tease, I might hurt, but I might also be occasionally compassionate,' she said softly. 'Relax, my pet, it will soon be over. Stay here and I'll get some ice for your hand, to take down the swelling.'
He tried to follow her with his eyes as she rose and left, but was too weary from his punishment and the pleasure she had taken from him.
He waited.
Then she was back, straddling him, gently rubbing ice across his swollen wrist and then licking at it slowly so that the heat of her mouth made it burn again. He hissed with pain, glared into her eyes but also softened at her touch, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure.
It was hot in front of the open fire, but where he was perspiring she still seemed cool, frostier than ever, physically now as well as in her manner. Though he was sweating copiously, he was also shivering.
'Hush, relax, I know what will cool you,' Carol smiled, still licking, reaching out for more ice and placing it around his balls, packing it in tightly, making him suck in his breath and gasp to feel how cold it was. 'And I brought other things as well,' she told him. 'See, clothes pegs.'
'No! Please no!' he cried, his eyes wide with fear as he cringed beneath her.
'Hush,' she said again, holding him tight between her thighs. 'You asked for this, so don't be a baby.'
Teasingly she held a peg open over his nipple, then slowly let it close shut, biting hard on the sensitive flesh. He grimaced, but made no sound, so she flicked it to bring a cry from him, then wiggled it so that he shook his head from side to side, fighting the pain.
'Ah, poor thing!' she said, taking the ice from his balls, popping a piece into her mouth as she began to caress his cock once more. She pulled on it firmly, but not roughly, laughing as she made him hard again, enjoying the power she had over him. She was wet, her cunt dripped over his stomach, and his body strained beneath hers as she rubbed ice all over his thighs. Then, unseen by him, she slipped the ice from her mouth, the ice she had sucked into a long sliver, and leaning forward slid it into his arse.
'No!' he said, and then sighed, 'Ah!'
'Nice, my pet? And cold?'
'Cold,' he agreed. 'And exciting.'
'Isn't it just?' she chuckled, and followed the ice with her finger, moving it further inside him.
He sighed again, his buttocks shifting, nervous of her touch, and she told him to be still, hooking her finger inside him.
'It hurts,' he bleated.
'No it doesn't, pet,' she insisted. 'In fact, rise up on your knees, I want to show you something.'
She moved behind him as his body lifted a little, and he resisted the temptation to turn his head. She caressed him, kissed his neck, so gently for a moment that it was frightening and made him shudder.
'Lift up just a little more my pet.'
She waited for him to comply and then began to caress his anus, softly stroking her finger around it, exciting him. Then she pressed her finger inside him and heard him gasp, worked it around to make him squirm. As he relaxed, so she inserted another finger.
'You might like this pet, there will only be little pain, I will be very gentle with you,' she told him, her voice soft and soothing.
She had three fingers in him now and twisted her hand as she played with him, pressing harder and harder. His shoulders slumped, his head bowed, and she smiled.
'Ah, there we go, I have it,' she said, and applied pressure to his prostate. 'Mm! The male G spot!'
He sobbed with delight, his cock harder than he had ever known it. He had to rest back against her for support, the pleasure had him feeling so weak.
'Irresistible, isn't it?' she said.
'As are you,' he answered.
She chuckled -still he tried to work his charm on her!- and pressed hard inside him now, reached her free hand around him to pull on his cock, pushing and pulling and persuading him to come. He closed his eyes and fought the desire.
'Come my pet,' she whispered in his ear.
'No! I want this to last!' he cried, his breath coming in short shallow pants.
'Fucking come!' she told him.
'Oh….!'
She pulled and thrusted and he came whether he liked it or not, spat his sperm into her hand, between her fingers, fell back against her sobbing deliriously.
Laughing, feeling his cock spasming in her hand, Carol said, 'See, slut? I can take whatever I want from you. I can rape you and make you come.'
'Yes, I'm helpless before you,' he sighed.
'Indeed you are,' she knew, rising to stand over him, and as he looked up at her, worshipping her, she moved her groin towards him, said, 'Lick me.'
Rising on his knees, Andrew pressed his face into her body, licked his tongue across her, inside her. She ground her cunt against his face, said her bladder was full and she needed to urinate, held his head in case he should try to pull back from her.
His eyes said no.
'Come on, just a little,' she grinned, and a tiny trickle escaped onto his tongue, she stroked a finger down his neck, persuading him to swallow. 'Good boy. Now finger me, frig me.'
He slipped his left hand between their bodies. 'For you, anything.'
'No, not that one. The injured one.'
'Please-!'
'Do it!' she insisted.
He changed hands, moved the aching one between her thighs, winced as his fingers felt the wet heat of her body around them. Her juices stung his fingers made them smart, he complained that he could barely move them.
'Then lick me as well you stupid slut!' she said, as she clamped her thighs on his injured hand.
His face wet with her secretions, his mouth stuffed with her cunt, he screamed silently into her body. Then, pulling his face a little away, he begged, 'Please! That hurts! Release my hand!'
'Make me come, then,' she said plainly, in a low and level voice.
'With my good hand I could,' he promised.
'Do as you are told, worm! Make me come!'
'Yes, I will,' he said.
'Maggot! Slut! Tramp!' she cursed him, and he cried with pain as he forced his fingers deeper inside her. 'That's it! Ram them up me! Harder!'
He wept into her groin as he kissed her, licked her frantically, her dripping cunt seeming to scald his hand and making it smart all the more. He gasped for air, pleaded, 'Will you come quickly to save me from this pain?'
She arched her body and smiled, told him, 'That is entirely up to you.'
His fingers felt as though the skin was being stripped from them, the ache in the tendons was so severe he thought they would snap, he nipped the lips of her cunt between his teeth and took hope from the way her body quivered, slipped his good hand between her buttocks to finger her from behind.
She smiled down at him, loving his pain, delighted with his efforts.
'Come for me! Please!' he entreated her, sobbing loudly, weeping openly, and her only response was to laugh and tighten her grip on him. 'I am begging you to come!'
'Make me come and it is over,' she promised him.
He screamed against the pain but still moved his hand inside her, his aching fingers against her clitoris, his other hand against her arsehole, circling his thumb around it as his tongue circled around her cunt, then pressed inside, joining his fingers in teasing her clitoris.
'Please come Mistress! Come all over my face,' he prayed, feeling her legs begin to shake.
'No! I won't!' she gasped.
He pressed his thumb into her arse a little way, flicked his fingers across her clitoris, and finally she came, bucking against him, tightening on him, thrusting and grinding. He cried at the pain she caused him, gasped at the pleasure she brought him, felt her cunt, her thighs, hard in his face.
'Sopping, filthy, sadistic,' Carol smirked, now moving her groin more slowly against him.
Andrew's face was bruised and sore from her savage treatment, was sopping wet as he drank her juices and delighted in them.
'My hand is agony, my nipples sting,' he said.
'And your arse? The ice is still there?'
Yes, it was, but not melting. In fact the chill of it seemed to be spreading through his whole body, he could feel each joint and muscle beginning to freeze.
She smiled at him and through his tears he smiled back, loving her and adoring her, devoted to her as he felt her hand caressing his cheek, feeding him his tears.
'The ice is a reminder of me.'
'I can never forget you,' he told her.
'I know!' Carol laughed, as she stepped back away from him.
'You've added another one to the collection! Oh how lovely!'
The bedroom curtains flung open wakened Carol, the golden light of the winter sun making her blink her eyes open, and by the window she made out the silhouette of her friend, Margaret. She rolled from the bed, crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around Margaret, rested her chin on her friend's shoulder as they both gazed down onto the front lawn.
'And how delightful!' Margaret enthused. 'You have this one on all fours! You are clever, Carol!'
In the brighter light of day the figures on the lawn could be made out more clearly, frosty white shapes sculpted from ice and snow, their contours so perfectly defined that they might have been carved from the finest Carrara marble, every muscle and sinew, each frozen erection.
'But Carol, my love, what are we going to do when the spring thaw comes?' wondered Margaret.