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“Oh, you want these off?” he says. “You should ask me to remove them.”
I look up at him, pleading with my eyes, but he only raises his eyebrows. My lips part, but the sound won’t come. Is it worth the impending shock?
“I want you to take them?—”
The zap cuts off my voice, but it’s a small price to pay for the sweet relief of feeling his hands working the fabric away from my body. When I’m bare, he looks between my legs and licks his lips.
“Spread wider. I want to see your dirty pussy.”
And god, why do those cruel words send a jolt of pleasure to my core? I part my knees for him, and he swipes a finger through my slit. Pleasure singes my nerve endings before he pulls his touch away.
“You’re so wet. Tell me why, eighty.”
I shake my head, and his fingers shoot toward my scalp. He winds his hand through my hair, twisting until he has a good grip. Then he snatches back my head and bends closer to my mouth.
His lips move over mine as he speaks again. “Tell me why you’re so wet. Don’t be shy.”
“You made me th?—”
He presses the button, and my throat tightens into a whimper. That earns me another shock, but I don’t make a sound this time. After releasing my hair, he gives my cheek a light slap.
“Such a good little whore. I like playing with you.” A low growl follows his words as he raises my shirt and reaches for my nipple. At first he’s gentle, tweaking the tight nub between his fingers. He lowers his mouth to my breast, laving the skin with the flat of his tongue before using his teeth to put pressure on the most sensitive place.
I cry out. It’s partly from pleasure and partly from pain, but none of that matters because I’ve made a sound. He shocks me again.
“Don’t be naughty,” he whispers against my skin. “I hate having to punish you, but you keep forcing my hand.”
Sarcasm drips from his voice. He hates none of this. He lives for it. And right now, so do I.
Since I can’t speak, I push my chest against his mouth again, begging for more. He cups my breast with his hand and closes his mouth over my nipple, but I’m ready this time. When he bites down, I grit my teeth and allow myself to feel it. The ache. The ecstasy. It melds into one mind-blowing sensation and travels down my spine.
His hand moves to the warm space between my legs, pressing tight circles around my clit as he alternates between teasing and biting my skin. Pleasure-filled whimpers climb my throat, but I swallow each one.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Are you ready for me?” he asks.
I nod my head.
“Tell me.”
I open my mouth, but before I can utter a sound, the numbing zap tears across my skin. This game is impossible to win, but I don’t mind. Each time I lose, I’m brought closer to my edge.
His hips draw back, and he thrusts inside me. I hold each whimper and moan, refusing to let them out, but I don’t know how long I can keep this up. He feels so good inside me. With each thrust, the head of his cock pushes me closer as his girth fills me completely. That barbell is the metal cherry on top.
“This won’t do,” he says in answer to my silence. His hand goes to the collar, and he unfastens it from my neck. His fingers replace the collar, and he continues thrusting.
As I let out a whimper, his grip tightens. This isn’t just playful breath play. I can’t draw any air, and he shows no signs of letting up. His thrusts quicken to a hammering tempo, fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I’m sucked into a dizzying wave of euphoria, but I’m fading too fast. My vision blackens as my mouth gapes, and I lose consciousness.
When I wake up, he’s still fucking me. His grip has moved away from my throat, and something cold presses against my clit.
“Welcome back, eighty,” he whispers. “You feel so good, but I know what will make you feel better.”
Zzzt!
Lightning shoots through my clit, simultaneously numbing it and leaving it overly sensitive. My pussy reacts by clamping around him and sending an ache through my core. He groans and fucks me harder.
“Again,” I whisper.
Why did I fucking like it? Why does this sadistic act bring me so much pleasure? But the answers don’t matter as he smiles and looks down at me.
