<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:36 AM- Upstairs BDSM Room</em><br/><br/>Dark’s own breathing became heavier as he watched Indigo undress in front of him. He drank in the sight of her flawless skin, fully exposed to his vision, and pulled her closer. Their lips were so close that he could feel the warmth of her lips against his own, though they weren’t quite touching. Not yet.<br/><br/>When the scent of Indigo’s arousal reached Dark’s nose, he pulled her over to the table by her hair, lifting her limbs up into the corresponding places on the table. He made quick work of strapping her down, buckling the supple leather restraints quite tightly. He did a brief lap around her prone body, inspecting his handiwork and lightly dragging his fingertips over her torso as he moved, like an artist inspecting his chosen medium.<br/><br/>Dark moved back to the table and grabbed the glass full of ice, now dripping wet with condensation from the cold. He set the corner of the glass on Indigo’s collarbone, moving from her shoulder inward to the base of her neck, then repeating the process on the other side. He slid the glass up under her chin before following the line of her throat down to her chest. He let the glass lay flush against her sternum, directly between her breasts.<br/><br/>As the cold glass dripped cold water onto Indigo’s chest, Dark slid his cold fingers up her inner thigh, gently stroking her sex with his fingertips.<br/><br/>“Tell me you want it. I want you to beg for it now, slut.”