The Rebel and the Icequeen

Testing his resistance

Louises POV 

The guards knock on my door and I call them inside. Liam is dragged in. He falls on his knees in front of me, he cannot stand up on his own because the heavy chains tie his arms and legs together. 

I smile maliciously at him, although I don't feel like laughing. I still can't get the memories out of my head. 

"You can go," I command the guards and turn back to Liam. 

"Are you going to behave today?" I ask as the door closes behind the guards. 

“Yes mistress,” he says in an almost submissive voice and looks at the floor. 

Something is different today. I just don't know what. Has he decided to give up the resistance or is it just a form of manipulation? 

I take out the black silk scarf and tie it around his head to blindfold him. He stays still and waits patiently for me to finish without resistance. He doesn't say anything and doesn't fight back. Only a slight sigh can be heard. 

I want to know if he's really just waiting for me to let him go unattended so he can attack me, or if he really obeys my rules. First I loosen the shackles on his ankles and then those on his wrists too. He rubs his wrists but doesn't get up. He just remains kneeling on the floor, face down. 

For a while I just look at him speechless as he kneels in front of me. 

“Now what, mistress?” He asks in the silence. The uncertainty hasn't entirely disappeared from his voice. Apparently he's torn inside, unsure what to do and to expect. 

I take off my clothes and sit on the bed. I lift my foot and run the tip of my foot over his chest, shoulder and neck. Goosebumps build up on his skin, but he still remains passive and holds his hands in his lap. It turns me on that he surrenders to me and accepts everything. He even seems to accept that I touch him with my foot. He even tilts his head toward my leg to indulge even more of my touch. 

"Put out your hands," I command. He follows my command immediately and holds out his hands to me without questioning my motivation. I get out more silk scarves and stroke them gently over his body. He shrugs a little in surprise, but relaxes again and holds still. I stroke his outstretched arms and then his hands. I let the fabric slide around his neck and watch with delight as his breath catches and he tenses slightly. He can't know what I'm going to do with him next. He swallows hard and breathes faster. However, I cannot say with certainty whether this is due to excitement and fear. 

"Do you like that?" I ask him provocatively. 

"Yes mistress," he replies in a rough voice and again I'm surprised. I pull the fabric over his arms one last time, then wrap them around his wrists. The silk scarves are now firmly around his wrists and I tie them together. I put a knot on it and let it go. He stays silent and still holds out his hands to me. Apparently he is trying hard to do everything right today. With a smile, I decide to give him a decent reward today. 

"Get up and lie down on the bed," I command and get up. I keep my distance from him in fear that he might still try something, but my fear is unfounded. He lets his tied hands drop and uses them to support himself on the floor. He stands up, swaying slightly. He gropes his way forward until he finds the bed and carefully sits down on it. 

"Lie on your back," I give further instructions. He follows them promptly and without further explanation. His abdominal muscles are prominent and his jaw muscles are tense. Does he have to hold back from saying anything? 

I take another silk scarf in my hand and climb on the bed with him. I kneel next to him and take his handcuffed hands. With gentle touch I stroke his arms again, lift them up and slowly guide them over his head. He doesn't resist, but follows my silent request, although he would know by now what I'm going to do. In one swift movement, I tie his hands to the top of the headboard. I run my hands over both of his arms, down to his chest and on to the waistband. 

“Lift up”, I order and open his pants. He lifts his hips up so I can pull down his pants. With a strong jerk I remove the pants and he is only in shorts in front of me on the bed. His arms are very relaxed and he has not even tried to free himself. His eyes are blindfolded as always, so I don't mind being naked at all. I gaze at this hot man for a few more seconds before sitting on him. He tenses briefly when he senses what I'm doing. All of a sudden he tries to free himself and tests how much space it gives him. I feel a little disappointed. I thought he would finally surrender to me. But I don't give up that easily. Maybe he just doesn't want to admit that he wants my touch and affection. 

I slide my fingers from his shoulder to his thighs. His stomach twitches slightly in response to my touch. Liam pulls on the shackles even harder. 

"Get off of me, I don't want this," he says in a weak voice and pulls on the shackles again. 

"I'll show you how much you want it," I answer in a smoky voice, "besides, you don't even know what I'm going to do with you." 

“Nothing good,” he replies. 

"I think you haven't understood the rules yet and I actually thought you would finally follow them," I say with clear disappointment in my voice. He should know how disappointed I feel. 

"I've done everything you wanted, isn't that enough?" 

"It is. It was even enough for a reward, but apparently you are even more ungrateful than you thought." 

"Please, get down from me," he begs again, although he should know by now that I won't let him go that easily. 

"I like it when you beg, it makes me wet," I just reply and stroke his soft hair. I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart beating hard against his chest. The bulge in his crotch is getting bigger, so he's not as averse to the whole thing as he would like to be. His body betrays him. Smiling, I run my fingers over his lips and chin. Then, without warning, I take off his shorts too. A surprised gasp escapes him and he writhes in his bonds. 

"Calm down," I say more gently, caressing his forehead and cheek. He gasps softly. I gently kiss his chin, his cheeks and forehead and lick his ear. 

"Just enjoy it, I can tell from your body language that you want it too," I whisper close to his ear. 

Liam's c**k is tough now, and I lick my lips. His erection twitches, a drop pearls from the tip. Moisture spreads between my legs at the sight of his firm erection. I bend down to him and lick his tip, he winces because he obviously didn't see it coming. It tastes slightly salty, but not unpleasant. 

"Put it in your mouth completely," Liam moans softly. 

"I make the rules here," I say emphatically. To annoy him, I nibble on the inside of his thighs and lick his testicles, which contract at my gentle touch. The excitement seizes me too and I feel it throbbing wildly in my abdomen, but I don't want to give in yet, I want to enjoy this game for as long as possible. 

“Please, mistress,” he pleads and I do him the favor. First I lick his tip and then take his entire length into my mouth. Panting, he tosses his head back and forth. He pushes his hips as if he wanted to thrust even the last few inches into me. However, since his freedom of movement is limited, he cannot do much. I carefully suck on his c**k and form a solid ring with my mouth that I use to ride up and down his shaft. I feel it getting even harder inside of me and stop abruptly when he begins to gasp. He is panting hard. 

"What are you doing? Carry on!” He complains, writhing under me. It turns me on, that he is so defenseless and completely at my mercy. I have power over him and I decide what I want to do and when. 

I take a short break to just look at his beautiful body. 

“I need more,” he sighs, barely audible. 

"Not yet," I answer him and kiss his plump tip before leaning over him so that my hard n*****s brush against his chest.