But it can’t all be pain. I want to play with her, as well, so I cup her pussy in my palm. She moans, pouty lips parting, and I briefly envision myself sliding my cock through them. We’ll get there. For tonight…
I rub three fingers through her slit, chuckling at the waterfall that greets me. “Dirty girl…” I press my fingers to her clit, and start to rub her in circles. She moans, whimpers, and writhes, trying to push her pussy closer into my palm, but I don’t give her the satisfaction. I rub her gently enough to wind her up without offering any real satisfaction. Enough to get her caught up in desperation… so much so that she doesn’t realize it when I reach for the zapper again, until I’m pressing it to the underside of her left breast.
Her eyes widen for half a second and her body tenses, just as I press the button.
Shewrithesaround, letting out a hoarse shout. “You fucking bastard!”she yells.
“Is that any way to speak to the man who has you bound and at his mercy?” I zap her other breast in reprimand, and shescreeches.
But she doesn’t swear at me again. Just glares up at me, eyes full of anger, body twitching from the electricity.
“I could be a lot more evil than this,” I warn her. “Maybe I should be, hmm? I could do something like…” I press the prong to her nipple. She lets out a panicked, “no!”just as I click the button.
Her scream is music to my ears. She’s bringing out the sadist in me, and I’m enjoying every moment of it.
I don’t give her a moment to recover before rubbing her clit again, slowly but surely building her up. There are tears swimming in her eyes, but my stubborn girl refuses to let them fall.
Just as well. I have no craving for her tears—though I wouldn’t mind them. The only thing I crave right now is to blur the line of pain and pleasure until she can’t tell the difference… and deliver a very specific message.
She fucking belongs to me. She’s mine. She doesn’t get to walk into another monster’s arms—the monster she truly belongs to has already claimed her.
“Max—fuck,” she whimpers when I zap her again, in the same spot.
“Tell you what,” I say quietly. “I’ll give you a choice. Thirty of these zaps in places of my choosing… or five.”
She’s rightfully wary. “Fivewhere?
I smile. “Two on each of your nipples…” I trail my gaze downward. “And one righthere.” I press down on her clit.
Her eyes go wide as saucers. Her breath stutters. She’s silent as the grave for several beats, staring at me.
I take those moments to leisurely rub her clit, bringing as much blood flow as I can to that little bundle of nerves without giving her what she’s desperately writhing for. I already suspect what option she’ll go for, but I let her make the decision in peace. Well,relativepeace.
“Five.” Her words are barely a whisper.
I hide my smile. “You sure? The ones on your nipples will hurt, but the one on your clit…” I give an exaggerated wince. “That’ll really suck. I promise I’ll kiss it better, though.”
“Logic would recommend the smaller number.” She inhales a deep breath. Tests the give of her bonds, then relaxes, as if she feels safe in the bondage. As if she feels like she can let go. “Five,” she whispers.
I don’t give her a chance to change her mind. I press the zapper to her nipple, catch her eyes, and set it off.
Her cry echoes around the room, loud and filled with pain. I slide my fingers into hersoppingwet pussy, tickling the top of her channel. “Breathe,” I command.
Her chest expands with a sharp, rapid breath that sounds almost painful in its intensity.
“Good girl. Four more to go.”
I want to draw it out, but she’s genuinely suffering, and my inner sadist is already getting sated. I don’t need much more of her pain to feel she’s been thoroughly suffering.
The next three zaps are in rapid succession. So rapid that shescreamsin pain, panting harshly.
I drag the zapper down her torso without setting it off, and trace her lower lips with it.
I meet her eyes. They’re wide, panicked, uncertain… and a new thought occurs to me.
“Change of plan.” I drop the implement and release the strap around her waist. I unbind her body, aside from the cuffs connecting her wrists, and lift her up from the bed. She’s covered in a fine sheen of sweat and panting harshly, small tremors shaking her limbs. She gives me a look filled with adorably dazed confusion.
“Did I…” she pauses to swallow. “Do something wrong?”
