The Rebel and the Icequeen

The rebels reward

Liams POV 

I feel her plump breasts and her full lips on my neck. Her breath touches warm my skin and gives me goose bumps. My c**k is pounding wildly with excitement and anticipation. I look for her skin with my mouth. Since I can't touch it with my hands, I want to at least feel it with my lips and tongue. I lick her breasts and n*****s, kissing every part of the skin that I can get to. I hear her moaning sexy which makes me even more horny. She is absolutely right by saying that I want it too, I even have the feeling that I can no longer live without it or want to live without it. This woman seems to have bewitched me. How can I have such a physical attraction for a woman whose character I find so repulsive. Actually, I want to show her that I can resist her, but my body betrayed me from the start. Now all I have left is to enjoy every moment with her and burn it into my memory. I now have to follow her rules and obey her will if I want this to work and who knows, maybe I'll survive long enough to someday escape.  

I would love to just free my hands and touch her everywhere, but all I have left is my tongue and mouth to explore her body. Her legs wrap around my pelvis. Her n*****s are stiff and hard and I put them in my mouth. I stimulate them, sucking and licking until I hear her moan. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she rubs harder against me. Her body trembles with excitement and with an inward grin I realize that she is not as emotionally cold as I thought. From her n*****s I move back up as best as I can. Kissing and licking, I draw a track down her neck, up to her ear. I can feel her pulse racing under her soft skin. Her skin is so wonderfully warm and soft and smells so magical that I want to envelop myself in her scent. I want more of it like it's a drug and I'm an addict who hasn't gotten it in days. 

Her body tenses up and all of a sudden she jolts intensely. She's shaking wildly on me and I know she's just about to c****x even though I don't even have my c**k in her. Knowing that I brought her to an o****m this way makes me even more aroused and I feel my thighs start to shake. 

"Come for me," she commands in her intoxication and kisses me wildly and hard. Her tongue conquers my mouth before I can do anything. With her hand she massages my testicles and my c**k. My stomach tightens and I finally come. My c**k is twitching so hard it almost hurts. Together we experience our c****x and breathe heavily. For quite a while it's the only thing I hear. She lies on top of me with her head on my chest. Her breathing becomes slower and more steady, and I almost think she fell asleep. But I can't say for sure because I still can't see anything. What should I do now? Should I wake her up or let her sleep? I would like to take a bath and clean myself up. Our lust liquids stick to my and her skin, but the bed is so soft and even though I'm tied up and she is on top of me, it's not uncomfortable. I would always prefer this over sleeping in the dungeon. In addition, for once I don't have to sleep on my knees, but like a normal person lying down and in a bed. So maybe I should let her sleep so I can enjoy it for as long as possible. Her head rests on my chest and her hand is right next to it. The other is close to my head. Her warmth is pleasant and I think I could fall asleep here too. The handkerchiefs she used to tie my wrists are tight, but not constricting the blood flow or hurting my skin, like the iron chains do every night. 

Today she gave me an o****m for the first time and didn't let me down like usual. As much as I want to loathe her, I just can't. It was nice and even if I am defenseless every time and she could do anything with me, without anyone being interested in it, I want us to repeat it. I would give a lot to be able to touch and see her, maybe she will allow me to do it next time. 

I think about Lou. I don't know what time it is and since I can't see anything, I can't even tell from the light what time we have. What if Lou looks for me in the dungeon and worries about me because I'm not there as usual. I haven't told her anything about the queen and her games with me. I won't tell anyone else either. I would certainly not be believed and I would also like to preserve at least a small part of my dignity. 

A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts and I listen to the silence. There is another knock. All I can do is wait and hope the person doesn't come in. I'm still completely naked, after all, and so is she. My hopes, that this person would just go away again, are destroyed by another, clearer knock. 

"Mistress," I say quietly, although I hate to use that word. I always feel like I am something that can be owned and I don't want that. I am still a free person and have rights, even if they deny me them. 

"Mistress," I repeat, nudging her with my shoulder. She moans softly and moves slightly on top of me, but doesn't seem to wake up. 

The doorknob is pressed and I can hear the door open. Now even the last part of my dignity has disappeared. Whoever stands there and looks at us is definitely not brave enough to say something. As well as when the oh-so-great queen lies naked on a man who is also bound, naked, and sleeps. What else can you think other than that we both had s*x with each other. I just shut up and pretend I'm invisible. 

“Your Highness!” Squeaks a woman's voice softly, “what are you doing there?” 

The woman does not get an answer. I hear their steps approach. 

"Your Highness, you have to wake up before anyone sees you like this." 

"Let me sleep, Eliv," replies the queen, sleepily and apparently in a bad mood. Another reason to shut up. 

"Please," says Eliv emphatically and I notice how the queen pushes herself up from me and presses me uncomfortably on my chest. However, I don't say anything and just wait and see. 

“Oh God, did I fall asleep?” Says the Queen, sounding much more awake than before. 

“Yes, Your Highness,” Eliv replies. 

"What time is it?" 

“It's about eight. You missed dinner." 

The bed's mattress is rocking back and forth, which leads me to suspect that she is getting up. Wild foot tipping can be heard and I would love to see what's going on here. She's probably getting dressed again. So now I won't be able to spend my night here after all. 

The pressure that was holding my hands on the top of the bed frame loosens and I feel how her loose hair glides over my chest, just very gently. I put my arms back down to at least cover my nakedness a little. 

“You can go, Eliv,” says the Queen in that familiar voice that could cut air. Her tone of voice tells me that she is upset. So I better do whatever she wants me to do now, otherwise I would regret it afterwards. 

“Don't be scared, it's just a rag with water,” she says, and of course I'm still startled when a cold, wet rag touches my skin. She rubs it all over my body and washes me thoroughly clean. Something I would never have expected from her. She proceeds gently and except for the cold it is really pleasant to finally be clean again. 

"Get up and put on your clothes," she says and I immediately obey her orders. I am a little disoriented when I sit up from lying down for so long without seeing anything. I sit up, but have to pause for a moment because I feel dizzy and I feel as if the world is moving around me. 

She unties the knot of the blindfold and pulls the fabric away. I can finally see something that helps me a lot with the dizziness. I have to blink to get used to the unfamiliar brightness. She throws my pants at me and I try to put my pants on with my hands still tied. When I'm done, I stand and wait, my eyes pointed at the floor. I don´t want to anger her more, than she already is. 

"Thank you for today," she says with a softer voice and again I feel reminded of something without really being able to grasp it. Her surprising gentleness makes me look up after all. I look at her curiously and she avoids my gaze. It's almost like she's insecure. But that can't be true, she's the imperturbable queen of ice. I swallow and look down at the floor again. 

“Come here,” she says after a while of silence and I immediately obey her command. I look up to see what she's about to do. She pulls out a few more towels and I groan inwardly, knowing that one will blindfold me again and another will make me dumb. But to my surprise, it's not what she had in mind. With a show of hands she asks me to stand in front of her. So I obey and step right in front of her and look down at her. She knots one piece of fabric on each of my arms, just above the other one that ties them together. I still don't understand what she wants to do. 

"I'm doing you a favor, hold still," she says, looking me straight in the eye before loosening my bonds. My hands are practically free and I could strangle her right now or kill her in some other way, but somehow I am reluctant to harm her because she gives me that kind of trust. After all, she knows that I belong to the rebels. I might regret it afterwards, but at this moment I just can't do it. I just stand there in silence and see what she's up to. After all, in her opinion, it's a good thing. 

She grabs the left fabric and pulls it up so that I have to bend my arm a little. Then she threads the fabric through one of my belt loops on the side and knots it tight. Now my left arm is tied to my left side, more precisely to my pants. I still can't see how this is going to help me in any way, but I'll just let her do whatever she wants to, even if she's just about to tie me up again. 

She repeats it on the other side so that both of my arms are bent at each side of the pants. She checks how tight it is and is apparently happy with it. Once again I am defenseless and cannot free myself. The knots are out of my reach and even if I pull on them nothing happens. 

“To what extent did that help me?” I ask. 

"Today we will do without the iron chains, they only cause noise and irritate the skin anyway." 

I raise my eyebrows in incomprehension. 

“You can come in,” she calls and the well-known two guards enter and bow deeply. 

“Take him to his cell, we don't need the chains today,” she says in a firm and cold voice. Both nod silently and take me in between them. For the first time I am able to walk myself. Each of them grab one of my arms and they lead me back to my cell. For the first time I am not chained to the wall or have to spend the night kneeling. I sink to the floor and lie flat on my back. The silky fabric still ties me up, but at least it doesn't hurt and only hinders me a little.