Hotel Summers 3

Instantly she noted a change in his bearing. Without any of Scott’s stoic neutrality, Frost flexed, showing off for the benefit of Emma’s intense study.

“Like what you see?” He held out his right arm and made a muscle with it.

Emma felt a little faint. It wasn’t that she wasn’t intimately familiar with Scott’s charms. It was that he’d never really flaunted them this way before.

“You know I do, er, Emma.”

“Yes, I certainly do,” Frost nodded. “In fact, I know that every time you look at this body, you wish Scott would just throw you down and fuck you.”

Emma blushed. There was something exquisitely perverse about her talking to herself with Scott’s stolid voice wording everything so debauchedly.

“We really are a whore, aren’t we?” Frost breathed, Scott’s voice now containing a husky lust Emma had rarely been able to get him to admit to. “Or at least, you are. Because now I’m the one who fucks whores. Filthy little whores with sopping wet cunts. Yours is dripping, isn’t it? And we both know what we’d like Scott to do when we’re like this…”

“Now, Emma, be reasonable,” Emma began. “I thought we’d go over some ground rules, now that we’re two separate entities…”

“Why? We both know you’re about ready to come, just from finally hearing our fearless leader spout some dirty talk. What else would be so much fun, as long as you’re playing with Scott’s evil twin?”

Frost’s hand lashed out and Emma cringed, expecting to be struck, but instead powerful fingers grasped her dress and ripped it right down the front. Emma opened her mouth to protest—her double should well know how expensive such a garment was. But as she reared up, Frost only shoved her back down and tore away some more. With just a few twitches of those powerful muscles, he’d ripped away everything but Emma’s silken underwear.

Frost openly sneered: “It’s no wonder we’re so slutty. We dress up like that and we look so good… of course we want to be fucked. This is so intimate, isn’t it? I may not have my telepathy anymore, but I can still remember how horny you are at times like these. It is absolutely like being inside your head. You don’t even let Scott know how depraved you really are. It’s enough for him to know you’re his plaything—his to use, when he deems fit. If he knew how much you truly loved being a cum dumpster…”

He forced both hands under the cups of Emma’s bra. She gasped, thrilled by the feel of him assaulting nipples that desperately needed the stimulation. Then a blast of pain when he ripped the bra away, leaving a welt across her satiny skin. He hadn’t even bothered to undo the hook, delighting in the sheer physical strength Scott’s body possessed.

“Don’t you think this big joke of you wearing white is wearing a little thin?” Frost asked, leering at Emma’s white panties, the crotch soaking wet. “Imagine those in a nice pink. Yes. Not the bitch goddess anymore, not even the virgin Madonna. I think I’d like you as a sweet little schoolgirl. Submissive. Pliant. Utterly grateful that someone likes your pussy enough to ruin it.”

And she tore Emma’s panties away from her—one more shred of fabric to lay in tatters across the floor. It was clear that Emma’s own autoerotic zeal was more than she had bargained for. This other Emma, enthused by the power of Scott’s body, was assuming far too much about the submissiveness of the mothership.

Or perhaps Emma simply didn’t like the smugness of it all. This might be an act of masturbation, but she was a little too refined to appreciate simply having a vibrator jammed into her cunt and switched on full blast.

“Look, Frost, you’re not Scott! It would arouse me to have him dominate me this way, but you’re—”

Frost slapped her then. The impact of the blow rolled Emma across the bed. She cowered and held her flaming face. The change in Scott was incredible. One minute he’d been his usual self, restrained, tightly controlled. Now he was a swaggering bully—Emma found she was actually frightened of him. Madness! It was only herself!

“Always an excuse, Emma. Always a reason to hold back. It’s no wonder you fell in love with Scott. You knew that despite all your submissiveness, he would never truly dominate you. You say that’s what you want, but when you get it, it’s all weasel words. Oh so many ways to get out of being a bottom—to worm your way into topping, someway, somehow. I know this is turning you on. If it weren’t, you would’ve ended it. You have the mutant mind, not me. So why aren’t you putting Scott back in charge, if he’s who you really want?”

“I… I… look, this can still work out, we just need a little…”

Frost’s voice dipped as low as polar ice. “You will refer to me as Master. No bargaining. No safe words. If you want it to stop, put Scott in the driver’s seat. Otherwise…” Scott’s lips formed a distinctly Emma smile. “I’ll do what I know you’d do, if you had the reins. That includes discipline. I remember how you used to touch yourself, thinking of your fights with the X-Men. How Scott beat you. When he held you down. When he tied you up. The only reason you weren’t on your knees in front of him the first chance you got, when Jean was drifting away, was that you spent every stray moment fucking the sluttiness out of yourself. And you could still barely wait to be bent over and rode raw. If he had only been a little more assertive… we’d probably still be coming.”

“I masturbated a normal amount!” Emma began, her temper flaring.

Frost moved too fast for Emma to even see before it was done. He shoved her down to the bed, rolled her onto her belly, and collected both her slender wrists behind her back. One big hand easily held both of hers down. In a heartbeat, he had the rope. Emma kept it right by the bed, just in case Scott ever thought she was moving around too much and needed to be tied down. This was the first time ‘he’ had ever taken advantage of the opportunity without being prompted.

Frost quickly tied Emma’s wrists, then took a step back to survey his handiwork. Coarse hemp cruelly lashing her hands into a single unmoving unit. Frost bit his lip, seeing how Emma tested the bonds and found them not to give an inch.

Emma lay face down on the mattress, shuddering with awareness of her own vulnerability—it was not entirely unpleasant. She knew how perverse she herself was, but she also knew that she was above all else rational. Frost wouldn’t very well damage the perfection of her own body… not in any permanent way…

Frost couldn’t take his eyes off Emma’s quivering ass. In the past, in Emma’s memories, it didn’t weight heavily on her mind. She knew it was perfect, of course, but it was always behind her—verboten unless she looked in the mirror. Now, though, from this new perspective, Frost had every opportunity to delight in this vastly underutilized portion of Emma’s anatomy.

“You’re wanton without even trying, my dear. That ass is temptation itself and all you have to do is lie there. I should punish you—perhaps if you had a little more modesty, I wouldn’t feel so tantalized now.” Frost took another length of coarse rope from beside the bed. “Poor Scott! How dare you invest him with such urges all this time! Don’t you know what important work he has to do? I’ll teach you not to inspire such dirty thoughts…”

And he landed a stinging blow with the rope! Emma winced with the sharp pain suddenly flooding her ass. Was she really such a whore that more than one of her immediately resulted in such perverted debauchery? Her eyes began to mist. She was out of practice. Scott so rarely spanked her and hardly choked her at all. Being whipped this way was like the end of the world to her unready flesh!

“You have no idea what it’s like to be a man and have to control yourself with a filthy bitch like you offering herself at every minute of every day! Scott needs a good girl who won’t distract him from his duties! How can he be expected to focus when you have his prick hard and his balls bloated every moment of the day!”

Frost continued to land blow after blow onto Emma’s snowy white ass. Red welts rose from her pert buttocks, crisscrossing her rounded flesh as the onslaught continued. It was the discipline Emma had always longed for, every time she got a rise out of Scott. Now she didn’t know if she could take it. Her own high opinion of what it would take to overwhelm her might prove to be overinflated…