"It's freezing!"
"Shhhh."
"Get your icy fingers of death off me!"
Wrong thing to say. Rosie shoved her hands right down his pants. Eddie shrieked.
"You sound like a little girl."
"Stop it!"
She whipped the covers all the way over them. "Better?"
"Until we suffocate."
He rubbed and blew on her fingers til they felt less like icicles. They had changed and dried off, but he could still feel the chill on his skin. Huddling together was the only real way to retrieve their warmth, and the sight of Rosie in a little black negligee helped. She sighed when he kissed her shoulder, running the lacy strap between his fingertips.
"You like it?"
Eddie nodded. "You're sure you're not too cold?"
"I have you to heat me up." Her leg settled over him, unbuttoning the flannel pyjama top. Gooseflesh immediately stood out on his chest, but her lips removed it in patches. Her little frame in that silken wrapping felt even softer, somehow. Eddie ran a hand down her spine.
"This works." He admitted. The hem was lacy, too. Beyond that... "Are you wearing -?"
"Nope."
A flimsy skirt with some lace. Nothing more. The top hardly even covered her nipples properly. Eddie groaned. Cradled her head as she continued to bite and suck at him. Icicles on his waist again. "SHIT!"
"Hehehe."
He took her wrists. "Do I need to lock you up again?"
That devious little smirk. Innocent flutter of her lashes. Eddie reached for her lock. Rosie rolled away. "Actually, I have..."
He couldn't stop his brows from flying up. Leather manacles, a zipped cincher, all in a shade of cherry red and held together with chains. There was even a red silk gag. "Well you definitely need this."
"Oh, because you don't!"
"Where did you get all that?"
"Birthday present."
"From who?"
"Gabs."
He nearly short circuited. "Your roommate? The one with the stinking attitude?"
"Yeah."
"Why did she get you...?"
"Pretty sure she meant it as a gag."
Eddie stared at her.
"Get it? GAG?"
He snatched the thing out of her hand and immediately tried to wrestle it over her mouth. Difficult, when it was wide open and laughing. Rosie was more compliant with the rest. Smiling excitedly in her restraints. It was always a strange duality with her. That cute face. You would think her pretty innocent at first glance. It worked as a lure to unsuspecting men. Next thing she was getting you to tie her up and exercise some discipline. Giggling while you handled her.
"Where's my belt?"
Rosie pointed helpfully. Eddie half-laid on her while he took it off his jeans. He'd been smart enough to trap her hands behind, so she couldn't use her new ice-powers on him. The tables turned when he cast the covers off her.
"Cold?"
A disgruntled mew. She tried to worm her way closer. Eddie would have to think of a way to secure her to the posts. Another time. For now he just flipped her on her stomach and sat on top of her. Right on the backs of her knees, so she couldn't kick him. Naturally, that didn't stop her from trying.
"Don't move."
Rosie was so damn slippery when she wanted to be. He had to clamp his legs on either side of hers to stop her getting out. The end of the belt struck her rear. She just laughed. Tried again. A strike across her thighs was more discouraging - at the point where the fabric proved too short. Eddie grinned at the red line.
"Hmph!"
"No back-talk."
"Mmmfr!"
She was really asking for it. He could feel her legs still trying to kick. Eddie doubled the belt over and brought it down on her back, catching her upper arms as well.
"Hhhn!"
His cock twitched. That wasn't a sound of pain. Not entirely. He tried it again. The same muffled moan. Eddie ran his thumb across one of the welts. Listening to Rosie's panting. Emboldened, the next one hit her ass. Hard. She couldn't help but cry out, but made no signal to stop. Her legs no longer squirmed. Not until he paused. Then she earned herself another blow.
"Impatient."
A defiant grunt. Smack. A titter. Limbless buck. Eddie held her down by the neck. He tried to reach for the drawer, but she moved again.
"Wait." She liked the belt, but when the buckle touched between her shoulders, Rosie understood the warning, and laid still. "Good girl. Now...which one do you like?"
He let her turn her head to look at the toys he held up. There weren't many, really, but they all seemed to have different uses. The pink one got a nod, so he tidied the rest away. It took him a bit to figure out, but Rosie remained very docile. He pulled up her skirt and stroked her softly, letting her leak until she was ready. She protested slightly when he removed his hand, and got a whip on the shoulder. The toy buzzed on, and Eddie turned it to consider both parts.
"Oooh, I see. So this goes here?" Rosie squeaked and tried to jerk away. "Oops. Sorry. Too high?"
"Mff!"
Eddie lowered the setting and tried again, just using it on her clit for now. He wanted to feel her in his hand. "Stay still. Still." She was very wet. "That's nice?"
Rosie sighed contentedly. So easily won. Eddie pulled down his bottoms, letting his hardness press into her thighs. She turned her head. Aware of it. Let it push just between her legs so that he sighed. After a long while, he got off her legs and knelt beside her, substituting his fingers for the toy so he could work himself.
"Show me how to do it."
She didn't seem to understand at first, so he just held it there. At an angle that did nothing.
"Show me."
It was obviously difficult with her arms bound, but Rosie eased back onto her knees and started to move against it. She wriggled her hips and bucked, until Eddie understood the angles, and adjusted it properly. He ran his cock along her silk-clad side, tugging the gown down to rub himself on her tit. Rosie stiffened, her knees shuddering apart as she reached her end. She complained loudly against the gag.
"Not enough?"
"Hmph!"
He couldn't really deny his own need now. It was literally in her face. Leaving the toy where it was, he tilted her ass up and buried his face in it. Rosie let out another little yelp.
"You okay?" He poked gently with one finger. "Can I?"
A moment's consideration. Rosie nodded. There was lube in the drawer. He squirted a generous amount onto her. It was cold, and she grumbled. Eddie probed, and she stopped. Still as tight as he remembered. He wiggled the toy some more. So that she heaved. Kisses on her marked shoulders, on her spine, each cheek. He settled behind, coating his cock.
"Ready?"
Nod.
Her breath caught when he pushed in. Careful. Careful. The line between pain and pleasure was blurred here. She still wasn't completely used to it. He urged her legs flat and kissed the back of her neck, her ears. Anywhere his lips could find. Stayed still when he reached her limit.
"Does it hurt?"
She shook her head. No. He pushed a hand under her to hold the toy.
"I'll go slow."
He did. As much as he could. The toy seemed to work, too, from the way Rosie started to moan. They were lucky she was muzzled, in fact. Eddie sniggered into her damp flesh at the noises she uttered. Increasing in desperation. He bit the soft spot by her shoulder blade as he crested his own peak, spilling his seed inside.
Dazed, done, he watched Rosie sit up and toss her restraints away. "Let me see."
She slipped the straps down and the skirt up, angry lines standing out stark against her complexion. Eddie traced a few of them. Like a work of art.
"Did you break anywhere?"
"No. I don't think so." A few looked severe, but no blood.
"Hmm." Rosie tried to peer over her shoulder. "Pity."
If Eddie's blood wasn't already on fire, it would have caught. Rosie simply fixed herself and strode out to shower. By the way her hips swayed, he knew she'd meant it.