**Frozen Submission**

The moment Emma Frost dragged me into her ice dungeon, I knew I was fucked—literally. The walls glittered with jagged frost, the air so cold my breath fogged in front of me. But it was the heat between Emma’s thighs that had my full attention.

She smirked, her white bodysuit unzipped just enough to reveal the swell of her tits, the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric. “You’ve been a very naughty little plaything,” she purred, stepping closer. “And I think you need to learn your place.”

I swallowed hard, my cock already stiff in my pants. But before I could even beg, her hand lashed out, gripping my throat with diamond-hard fingers. “Strip. Now.”

I scrambled to obey, peeling off my clothes while she watched, amused. Then she let her own suit fall, and my mouth went dry.

Emma was *perfect*—her curves smooth and pale, her tits full, her hips sinfully wide. And between her thighs, thick and already half-hard, was the last thing I expected: a *cock*. It was just as flawless as the rest of her, long and veined, the tip glistening with pre.

“Surprised?” She stroked herself lazily, her smirk widening as my gaze locked onto her. “You’re going to worship this, pet. Every. Inch.”

Before I could answer, her psionic grip yanked me to my knees, forcing my face level with her dick. The scent of her musk hit me first—heady, intoxicating. Then her fingers tangled in my hair. “Open.”

I did, and she shoved herself between my lips without hesitation.

Her cock was heavy on my tongue, the taste of salt and power overwhelming as she started fucking my mouth in slow, deep thrusts. I gagged when she hit the back of my throat, but she didn’t stop, just *used* me, her grip tightening in my hair.

“Such a good little slut,” she murmured, rolling her hips. “But I think you can take more.”

She pushed deeper, her balls pressing against my chin, and I choked, tears pricking my eyes. But the way she moaned—low, satisfied—made my own dick throb, dripping onto the icy floor.

Finally, she pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me gasping. “Now,” she said, stepping back, “bend over.”

I barely had time to brace myself before her hand cracked across my ass, making me yelp. Then she was behind me, her cock sliding between my cheeks, leaving a slick trail of pre against my hole.

I tensed—but her power flared, and suddenly, my body *relaxed*, opening for her without resistance.

“That’s better,” she purred. Then, with one brutal thrust, she was inside me.

I screamed.

She was *huge*, stretching me impossibly wide, the burn making my vision blur. But Emma didn’t care, just grabbed my hips and started *pounding* into me, her breath hot against my neck.

“Fuck—you’re tight,” she growled, her pace relentless. “But you’ll take it, won’t you? You’ll take every inch like the whore you are.”

I could only nod, moaning as she hit *deeper*, her cock rubbing against my prostate with every stroke. Pleasure coiled in my gut, unbearable, electric—until suddenly, she stopped.

“No,” she said, pulling out just as I was about to cum. “Not yet.”

I whimpered, desperate, but she just flipped me onto my back, looming over me. “Now,” she said, stroking herself, “beg.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Please—please, Emma, I need it, *fuck me*—”

She laughed, low and dark, then slammed back into me, her hips snapping hard enough to shake the ice around us.

This time, she didn’t hold back.

Her thrusts were brutal, her cock pistoning in and out of me as I writhed beneath her, clawing at the frozen floor. Then her hand wrapped around my leaking dick, stroking me in time with her thrusts, and I *broke*.

“Cum for me,” she ordered—and I did, shooting ropes across my chest with a broken scream.

Emma followed right after, her cock pulsing inside me as she filled me with thick, hot spurts, her moans vibrating through my bones.

When she finally pulled out, I collapsed, shivering and spent.

She stood over me, still flawless, still smirking. “Good boy.”

And then the dungeon door slammed shut behind her, leaving me frozen—and already aching for more.