She cried out in shock as she felt fire against her skin. No. Not fire. Ice. He was trailing ice across the taut skin of her bound breasts, and it was melting, dripping cold water along her breasts and across her nipples and clothed abdomen. She whimpered, shivering as he trailed the ice up along her arm, across her collarbone, and across her lips. He captured her lower lip between hers briefly, the contrast feeling exceedingly hot after the cold water of the ice cube, and then his mouth was gone, the ice trailing a cold teasing path along one thigh and then the other, alternating, circling closer and closer to her core before he finally slid the icecube along her heated slit, causing her to jolt at the sensation. He chuckled, returning his attention to her breasts, teasing her until the ice had melted and her breasts felt tingly, numb. She heard him move away and took a steadying breath as she prepared for whatever would come next.