Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
I slide on the standard mushroom electrode.
And the game begins.
Mads still has a tiny smile curling at the edges of her lips.
"Remember, you can safe word at any time."
I can almost feel her rolling her eyes at me from underneath the mask.
Now, it's my turn to smile.
I run the violet wand electrode down the outside of her forearm.
Her entire body jumps.
"What the fuck is that?!" she gasps.
"Do you want a safe word?" I offer again.
"No!" she cries out, her breasts heaving up and down. With fear or excitement... Or both? Goddamn, she's mirroring everything I feel.
I run the electrode lightly along the outside fullness of one breast, barely touching.
It sends her shrieking and dancing on her tiptoes.
"Motherfucker," she breathes out between her teeth.
I know it's mostly just the surprise of the sensation right now. Not any real pain.
I graze her other breast the same way, but this time, I don't get nearly as much reaction. Now that she's prepared for it.
That's no fun.
I lick my lips.
Then I run the electrode across her nipple, pressing slightly harder. The light of the electrode sparks bright with the added pressure.
Mads makes no noise this time. She just bites her bottom lip hard.
But I don't miss the jolt of her body as she hangs in the chains.
My breath shortens.
That tingling rush builds under my palms, the one that comes when I know I'm about to deliver true pain.
I skim the electrode over her nipple again. Back and forth, pressing with more intensity at each pass. Until—
She cries out.
Twists back from me.
Perfection. My nostrils flare.
I move to the other nipple. I'm more ruthless this time. I don't stop—
Not until I get a real scream out of her.
Yes.
YES.
I sigh in relief, goosebumps pricking up my legs. Fuck, I've needed this.
My cock strains. Hard. Growing long and heavy and out of the bottom of my boxers.
I set the wand down on a nearby bench and grab my remote control, hitting a button that has two more chains dropping down from the ceiling that are attached to a spreader bar with ankle cuffs, meant to suspend my beautiful Mads completely in the air.
When I grab her ankle and lift it off the ground, she flinches at the touch, and I enjoy the confusion on her face as I lift first one foot and shackle it in place, then the second.
Then I walk back to her head, brushing hair back from her ear. "Want off this ride yet?"
"But we've barely even gotten started." She's so cocky. And not nearly ready to cry yet.
I tear my shirt over my head and kick off my boxers, freeing my heavy cock.
Then I pick up the violet wand again and brush it against her bare ass that hangs so prettily in front of me.
Her ass muscles spasm and contract from the electric current.
I watch in what feels like glee as she tries to pull her thighs together—useless considering the spreader bar—because she knows exactly where I'm going next.
She's right, too.
I drag just the edge of the lighted wand's electrode across her cunt. She jerks and spasms in her chains.
And then moans, "Oh god, Donny, again."
I yank her blindfold off. "Where are my tears?"
She grins at me. "I guess you'd have to do something to actually cause pain first, wouldn't you?"
My nostrils flare. If she didn't share that body with Anna, I would leave marks on her so fast. The wand buzzes in my hand, and I drag it across her nipple again, lingering.
She tries to hold out and keep my gaze, but she finally can't help it, her face contorting in pain as she lets out a little yelp.
I immediately move the wand back to her sweet pink pussy and run it over her lips there. Her chest heaves outwards.
I move the wand underneath and run it from her ass crack to her cunt, feeling the rush that's better than any drug hit when I finally get my first true scream out of her.
I toss the wand to the bench again and step between the leg spreader. I drop one finger down to check that she's wet before dragging her hips toward me and shoving into her in one brutal stroke.
"I'm not crying yet, Donny," she gasps, lifting her head to make eye contact as I grab her waist. "You better fuck me harder than you've ever fucked me."
Having her here, arms restrained in chains, legs spread wide enough for me to take out my most animalistic fuck on her body, is beyond my dirtiest wet dream.
She's given permission. I'm already light-headed with the rush that's better than any drug, cock hard as stone. The feeling is even higher than it's been with anyone before, because it's her. But my beast still needs constant feeding, so I reach up and twist one of the nipples on her bouncing breasts.