Did she want her pussy to burn hot or cold? Not that he was really asking her. His question had been completely rhetorical, meant to mess with her mind, because now she knew where his next target was, but she didn’t know which oil he’d use. Anticipating the delicious burn, her pussy was already fluttering, her mind torn as to which she wanted, or if she wanted neither – but she wasn’t anywhere near safe wording.

“Which do you think I should use on your ass?”

Fingers pressed against her anus, and Ellie squealed in surprise as her tight hole stretched to admit them. Her muscles burned as his fingers slid into the narrow orifice.

“Neither?” she said, phrasing it like a hopeful question.

Michael chuckled, thrusting his fingers in and out, fucking her with them. “Too late.”

It must be the cinnamon, because she didn’t feel the immediate coolness like she had with the mint. As her anus continued to burn, getting warmer with every thrust of his fingers, she knew she was right. Panting, she squirmed, unable to stop herself from trying to writhe away from the oils tormenting her sensitive parts.

Two cool fingers slid into her pussy, and she moaned, arching upwards as the mint oil covered digits spread their offering over her sensitive tissues. Now she was burning inside and out, fire and ice, her holes spasming around his fingers as her body writhed for him.

It hurt so good.

When he slid his fingers out of her, she cried out in disappointment and also in renewed discomfort. The friction of his thrusting fingers had actually helped relieve some of the itching burn; now she had nothing to focus on but the fiery torment of the oils.

“Please,” she begged, her body quivering, her pussy shuddering. “I need more...”

“More?” Something in his tone made her try to cringe back against her restraints, she heard the sound of him switching gloves again. “Well, since you asked so nicely. This is pepper oil.”

His fingers pressed against her clit and rubbed. Ellie howled, more out of fear than actual pain, although a moment later she was crying out in in pain too.

It burned.

Far hotter than the cinnamon. And his fingers were rubbing the oil relentlessly into her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Needles of red-hot agony pierced her, followed immediately by inexpressible ecstasy as an orgasm suddenly blew through her.

Ellie screamed, her tears soaking into the blindfold as the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure wracked her.

Watching Ellie writhe in orgasm, her body bowing and thrashing, Michael pressed his free hand - his ungloved hand - against the front of his leathers, against his cock which was throbbing painfully. Fuck she was gorgeous. He rubbed her clit with his other hand, using firm circular motions to both rub in the tiny drop of pepper oil and to stimulate the sensitive bud.