Page 15 of Shifter Situations

While Briggs and I had been looking for toys and gadgets earlier, I’d stumbled across my favorite type of wand. Not the wizarding type, either. I didn’t need a conduit to control my magic, but I had needed an electrical socket to charge this wand.

I moved to stand in front of Sloane, dropping my shirt onto the floor. Her multicolored irises were alight with disbelief as the wand landed in my outstretched hand. I smirked when she narrowed her eyes at me.

As I flipped the switch on the toy, the vibrations crawled across my palm and up my arm. Buzzing filled the silence of the room, barely muffled as it touched her thigh.

“Yer gonna count them with me. Four, Love,” I reminded her.

The blunt end of the wand brushed against her pussy lips. She tipped her head back as she took a deep breath. The muscles in her thighs jumped, her arms strained against the cuffs, and her jaw ticked.

I slid a single finger inside her slick channel as I circled the head of the toy over her clit. When her walls began to clench, I backed away, removing my finger and the wand.

“One,” I whispered in her ear. “Are ya gonna be a good girl?”

She rolled her lips in to stop her smile, shaking her head. So I shrugged, knowing that I didn’t really want her to be good. I reveled in the challenge in her eyes. I wanted her to push me.

I repeated my process, dragging the wand against her clit but applying a little more pressure. I rubbed two fingers around her soaked entrance but didn’t press inside.

She moaned softly while squeezing her eyes closed tightly.

Bringing her to the edge a second time was quicker than the first. As she flexed, her right thigh twitched. I smiled at her stubborn streak.

Tensing wouldn’t stop the orgasm; I would.

And I did.

“Two.”

I pressed my fingers against her lips, and she sucked them into her mouth. Removing them, I fused my mouth to hers, sweeping my tongue past her lips to chase her taste.

She groaned into the kiss as I lightly touched the wand to her over-sensitized clit. I widened the strokes, applying the pressure at her entrance before delicately brushing across her bundle of nerves.

Her muscles quivered as she neared her third attempt at release. I broke away from our kiss, and she panted, leaning her forehead on my shoulder.

“Three.”

I added an inch of slack to the chains as I circled her. Popping the button open on my khakis, I tugged the zipper down and dropped my pants onto the floor with my discarded shirt.

Once more.

Last time.

I used the same delicate swipes as I slipped the head of my cock between her thighs. Pushing just the tip inside of her, I almost wanted to say fuck the fourth, but I had more control than that.

I needed to finish the punishment, even if there would be nothing gained from it.

Her body shook, her jaw extended to scream, but nothing came out except a frustrated growl. I didn’t move, gave no friction where she wanted it most.

She tightened around me, and I snatched the wand away, tossing it behind me onto her bed.

“Four. Would ya like to cum now?” I asked, running my knuckles gently down her sides.

She nodded, her breaths heaving as she tried to calm down. I slid inside her, just a little further, and waited for her to speak.

“Yer gonna have to speak up a bit. I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, rolling her head back to rest on my shoulder again.

I pushed up slowly, filling her as she gasped. At her height—while she was still on the balls of her feet—I loved this angle. I didn’t have to bend awkwardly when I pulled out. It was perfect.