Ellie moaned. His palms felt warm - warmer than before or was the blindfold tricking her into thinking her senses were already heightened?
“I smell cinnamon,” she said in surprise, as the spicy scent wafted around her.
“Cinnamon warming oil,” Michael said, amusement tingeing his voice. “You should be feeling it too.”
Oh… that’s why his palms felt so warm. And why her breasts felt so warm. And like they were getting warmer. Ellie squirmed. It didn’t feel bad, and it didn’t hurt exactly, but it wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable.
Michael’s hands moved away but the warmth stayed, tingling and hot on her flesh, her nipples aching from lack of stimulation even as her breasts throbbed from it. She’d never really been interested in oils before, never thought it could do much for her, but the cinnamon stung her nose and was starting to feel like little pinpricks stinging her breasts. It was a more subtle sensation than impact play, but it wasn’t bad.
In fact, it was really good.
Fingers closed over her nipples, rubbing. Justher nipples. Deliberately not touching the rest of her swollen breasts.
“Now this is mint.”
She gasped, arching, as the oil was rubbed into her skin.
Mint wascold.
It felt like he was rubbing her nipples with ice cubes, almost. She hissed out a breath, her body writhing, but because he was using oils and not ice, there was no way to get away from the cold. The contrast between the cinnamon and mint, the heat and the cold, had her panting for breath as her pussy throbbed.
The pain wasn’t hard or deep like she was used to, but it was maddening, like an itch she couldn’t scratch… and the sensations didn’t go away, there was no rest period between lashes, she just burned - hot and cold - and there was no escape. Ellie hadn’t realized just how effective the oils could be. She’d been missing out.
When his fingers moved away, her nipples still burned cold, and his finger trailed down the center of her stomach, leaving a trail of tingling coolness.
“Which do you think I should use on your pretty pussy?”
Ellie whimpered again as the portion of her anatomy in question spasmed. His finger moved away from her body when he reached her belly button, and she heard the sound of at least one of his gloves being replaced.
Did she want her pussy to burn hot or cold? Not that he was really asking her. His question had been completely rhetorical, meant to mess with her mind, because now she knew where his next target was, but she didn’t know which oil he’d use. Anticipating the delicious burn, her pussy was already fluttering, her mind torn as to which she wanted, or if she wanted neither – but she wasn’t anywhere near safe wording.
“Which do you think I should use on your ass?”
Fingers pressed against her anus, and Ellie squealed in surprise as her tight hole stretched to admit them. Her muscles burned as his fingers slid into the narrow orifice.
“Neither?” she said, phrasing it like a hopeful question.
Michael chuckled, thrusting his fingers in and out, fucking her with them. “Too late.”
It must be the cinnamon, because she didn’t feel the immediate coolness like she had with the mint. As her anus continued to burn, getting warmer with every thrust of his fingers, she knew she was right. Panting, she squirmed, unable to stop herself from trying to writhe away from the oils tormenting her sensitive parts.
Two cool fingers slid into her pussy, and she moaned, arching upwards as the mint oil covered digits spread their offering over her sensitive tissues. Now she was burning inside and out, fire and ice, her holes spasming around his fingers as her body writhed for him.
It hurt so good.
When he slid his fingers out of her, she cried out in disappointmentand also in renewed discomfort. The friction of his thrusting fingers had actually helped relieve some of the itching burn; now she had nothing to focus on but the fiery torment of the oils.
“Please,” she begged, her body quivering, her pussy shuddering. “I need more…”
“More?” Something in his tone made her try to cringe back against her restraints, she heard the sound of him switching gloves again. “Well, since you asked so nicely. This is pepper oil.”
His fingers pressed against her clit and rubbed. Ellie howled, more out of fear than actual pain, although a moment later she was crying out in in pain too.
Itburned.
Far hotter than the cinnamon. And his fingers were rubbing the oil relentlessly into her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Needles of red-hot agony pierced her, followed immediately by inexpressible ecstasy as an orgasm suddenly blew through her.
Ellie screamed, her tears soaking into the blindfold as the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure wracked her.
