“What’s the most you’ve ever come for me in one night?” Ben mused aloud. “Ten? We’ll top that tonight.”

Her legs went weak, and not just because her high heels were making her sore.

He dropped her jaw and replaced the cord of his electrical wand with a ball-tip probe.

“And you’ll want to ask permission before you come each time, or it’s going to be long night,” he warned before zapping her.

She screamed. He hadn’t increased the setting, but the new electrode managed to concentrate the charge, making it a lot more intense. He pointed it at her breast.

“Motherfucker!” she exclaimed, backing her body away from him.

He zapped her from behind, stinging her buttock, making her body strain the other direction. He came at her from all sides, and because she was strung up, she couldn’t escape. She thought about using the safety word.

“You better...be telling...the truth,” she said between difficult breath, “about that donation.”

“I promise,” he said before zapping her inner thigh.

“Oh, God! I hate you.”

He waved the wand toward her nipple. “I could be a real motherfucking asshole and fix some metal clamps to your nipples. Then charge them up with the wand.”

“No! I mean, please don’t...sir.”

He seemed pleased. “What do you suggest I do instead?”

“You want my ass, don’t you?”

A muscle along his jaw rippled. “More than anything, pet. But I’m saving the best for last.”

“Then how about a blow job?” She licked her bottom lip for effect. Anything to avoid getting her nipples electrocuted. “You liked the head I gave before.”

“I did. Does my pet want my cock in her mouth?”

She nodded and panted like a dog, even though the petplay they had done at Jake’s cabin wasn’t one of her favorite moments.

He chuckled and put away the wand.

“All right, pet,” he said after he had untied her arms from the beam. He unzipped his pants and drew out a very stiff cock. “It’s all yours.”

Though the concrete floor wasn’t going to be comfortable on her knees, she was glad to be off her feet. She settled before him and, grabbing his shaft, she licked the tip. With her tongue, she swept away the glisten of pre-cum, then lapped at the underside of the flare, before fitting her mouth over the top. He moaned as she sank down his cock.

Up and down she went, sucking and laving her tongue along his length. He fisted his hand through her hair, gently guiding her lower. She relaxed her throat to take more of him. Somehow she managed not to choke. From before, she had learned her lesson not to expend her energy too fast in an attempt to get him to come quickly. Then, she hadn’t known about his crazy Taoist practice of orgasming without ejaculating.

Only when his groans grew louder and more shallow did she increase her vigor.

With a curse, he thrust his hips. She gagged when his cock hit the back of her throat at an unexpected angle, but she recovered. She cradled his balls and stretched her fingers to rub his perineum. He cursed just before he came, pulling her off him before stumbling back. His eyes were closed in concentration, and she imagined he might have been fighting back the ejaculation. After a moment of deep breathing, he shook his head and opened his eyes.

“Well done, pet.”

She stared with amazement at his cock, still rock hard. Even though it had been tough to take at times, she wanted that cock inside her. Remembering how ruthlessly he had drilled into her the last time, she shivered. But, still, she wanted him.

Grabbing the rope around her wrists, he pulled her up, caught the back of her head, and smothered his mouth over hers. In an instant, she found herself drowning. She kissed him back to keep from being too brutalized by the kiss. Sometimes the best defense was a good offense. And she didn’t like that she often found herself forced into a passive role with him. Granted, the submission freed her to enjoy the moment and experience the most exhilarating orgasms, but sometimes she wanted to be more than his plaything to be used, teased and tormented however he liked.

Scooping her up into his arms, he walked over to the bed. Their lips remained locked as she knelt upon the mattress. He tasted good, he smelled good, a heady mix of raw lust, masculinity, and controlled power.

She gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, matching every thrust of his tongue with her own. She slid her hands beneath his shirt and caressed his abdominal muscles, moving up to his pectorals. He peeled off his shirt, and she devoured his upper body with her stare before diving for a nipple. She licked, tongued, and sucked. He allowed her to assault the hardened bud, then pinched one of her nipples to indicate she should stop.

She hoped that she hadn’t gone too far. He could make her pay all too easily.

Tags: Em Brown Erotic
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