Chapter 2: Ice Cream Cum

“I really enjoyed our ice cream fuck yesterday,” Naomi told Auguste as she led him to the spare bedroom. The handcuffs lay open on the made-up bed. “See, I’ve cleaned them—all polished and bright,” she pointed out, while tugging off his clothes. When he was naked she kissed his lips and squeezed his cock and had him lie on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, about what I’m going to do to you,” she said.

“Will there be ice cream?” he asked.

“Maybe some metaphysical ice cream,” she said.

“Mmm, what flavor?”

“Raspberry swirl,” she said, and she removed her own clothing and got up onto the bed. She knelt, straddling his legs. She took up the handcuffs. “I was trying to remember what Professor Dressen said in freshman English about emblems and symbols. In the story there was an abandoned dog. We didn’t see the dog, just its barking. I mean we didn’t see the barking, but we could hear it. I mean we read about the abandoned dog barking. But I’m not sure if that was a symbol or an emblem.” She shook the handcuffs. “I’m not sure if these are an emblem or a symbol, but I liked the sound they made clanking against the metal of the bed.” She tapped the cuffs against the frame. “See, not exactly musical but not unpleasant. Probably when I was moaning the sound of the handcuffs wove together with my moans, making a kind of erotic music, but I wasn’t paying any attention because of what you were doing to me, what you were making me feel. But all day I was thinking of those sounds, my moans and the handcuffs hitting the metal of the bed.” She set one cuff around his cock and clicked it shut. The other cuff, open, she arranged along his thigh. “Don’t even think about trying to escape.” She bent low, took the cap of his cock in her mouth, and sucked slowly for a minute or two. “Mmm,” she said, lifting her mouth from his cock. “I love having you in my mouth. I love the texture. Do you think your cock might be a symbol of something? Or an emblem?” She smiled and then took his cock back into her mouth and sucked some more.

Lifting her head again, she said, “Yes, I’ve been thinking about this all day. About how it would feel to have the handcuffs—I guess maybe I should call them cock-cuffs—against my cunt when I fuck you.” She resumed sucking. She pulled back. “But now I think that they’d get in the way. An obstacle. A barrier. An impediment. Handcuffs don’t melt like ice cream.” She lifted the handcuffs from his cock and set them aside. “Free,” she said. “For the moment.” Then she moved up and fitted his cock into her cunt and sank down.

“Oh, you got me,” he moaned.

“Yes, I’ve got you,” she said.

Raspberry swirl.