Greedy little cockwhore.
Perhaps he’d take a page from Silas’s crass playbook and turn her into exactly that.
He found her G-spot, and her scent deepened. He massaged that oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves while forcing her open with his fingers. Her breath came in trembling bursts. Her toes flexed and pointed. Her hands were in fists at her sides. She shifted and moved as much as her bonds allowed, wanting more.Needingmore.
He gave hermorewith one hand while he lifted the wand with the other, his finger on the button to turn it on, the settings already where he wanted them, and he touched it to her clit within a second and a half of her orgasm starting.
This wasn’t a fun tingle but a sharp electric shock, snapping through her like lightning. The orgasm crumpled, pleasure burning away to raw pain, and her scream ripped through the room.
He held it to her clit for a slow count of three before he pulled it back and switched it off.
And then he rubbed his hand through her folds again, began the task of working her up yet again while he casually told her, “It’s called aversive conditioning by the people trying to pretty it up, but I prefer the original term for it: deterrence training.”
Make the cost outweigh the reward. Then do it again. Conditioning happens in repetition.
* * * *
The words sank into her like a stone in water, rippling out through every nerve.
Aversive conditioning. Deterrence training.
That’s how you train dogs. A can with pennies in it to make them stop barking. Or, if you’re cruel, a shock collar.
Looked like fucktoys get the shock treatment right out of the gate.
She didn’t want to come again. Not with whatever he’d shocked the fuck out of her clit with close at hand.
It’d sounded a little like a violet wand, but it’d hurt a thousand times worse.
His fingers were already back on her,inher — sliding through slick folds, pressing where she was still stretched and tender from Boone’s hand earlier. The soreness was a constant hum under the sharper pulses of pleasure as he circled her clit withhis thumb, slow and deliberate, then stroked hard up inside her, rubbing across the spot he’d already proved could undo her in seconds.
She tried to think of anything else. The rope around her legs, biting into her shins a little. The blindfold’s edge below her cheekbones. She squeezed her fists until her fingernails dug into her palms.
But then his fingers hooked just right and her thoughts scattered, replaced by a wave of heat rolling up from deep inside.
“No…” She whispered it without meaning to, a shaky exhale, but his pace never faltered, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm. In and out, scraping over the magic spot inside her.
Massaging all around. She tried hard to stay relaxed, not to go right to the edge, but eventually, her body took over and her muscles clenched around him.
She arched her back, trying to point her pussy down, away from him, but she knew it was no use — every nerve between her legsscreamedat her to let go, to give in.
And she knew she couldn’t hold back. Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, and she was already falling…
The spasms started inside her, the orgasm taking hold whether she wanted it to or not—
Pain.Fire.
The shock ripped through her like lightning, sharp and merciless. Pleasure shattered into agony, and she screamed, high and raw. Her hips jerked, trying to escape, but the ropes only bit deeper.
It felt like he held it to her tortured clit longer this time, but she couldn’t be certain.
And then the contact broke, leaving her panting, clit throbbing in the echo of it.
She sagged onto the table, every muscle quivering, heart hammering against the strap across her ribs — knowing he could start all over again whenever he pleased.
This was training, not punishment, and the sooner she learned to hold onto her orgasms, the sooner it would stop. She wondered if he’d set a number of times to shock her, or a time limit? If it was the latter, every second she could hold out might mean one time less he shocked the fuck out of her clit.
She resolved to do just that.
