My heart is pounding. I unbutton my shirt and remove it. I need more room to move. I rub my hand over her, gently now. Both to soothe her skin, and for a more vicious reason—to end the numbing, to bring the blood flow back to the surface.
I give her a smack and it pulls the most wonderful cry from her.
God. That scream felt good. A groan loosens my throat. “Louder, Ophelia.”
Each time she screams, I feel something inside of me settle. I feel the vicarious sense of release from her shouts.
“You take it so well,” I murmur to her. I dip my fingers between her thighs. They’re spread forcibly open, straddling the bench, and she shivers when I touch that sweet, puffy pussy. I part her lips, teasing the seam of her, and I’m delighted to find her already soaking.
I remove my hand. This is the most sadistic I’ve been yet, and she groans, attempting to push her hips back to hunt for my hand, but she meets nothing but empty air.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” I crouch down and lift the electro-stim wand from the box. I flip it on, and the device crackles.
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Ophelia.Now.
The sound of electricity clicking through the air sends my hair on end.
Fuck. Phantom has used electro-stim devices on me before and…I love them. The same way I love riding roller-coaster—it terrifies me, but I love the fear.
I hear him test the device on his own arm first.
“Why am I hurting you, Ophelia?” he asks.
I tilt my head, resting my cheek against the smooth leather of the bench. “Because I love it.”
Then I feel the smooth, warm glass roll over my thigh. He activates it and it sends a zap through my body, pulling a shout from me. The contact site stings, not unlike the pinch of a tattoo gun. My nerves come to life. All those buzzing, busy fight-or-flight responses feel normal here. My nervous system feels normal here, and it scratches an inch I can’t get anywhere else.
“Give me a color,” Phantom says.
“Green,” I whine.
Another crackle. This time, he zaps my opposite thigh and I yelp again.
I fucking love it.
The wand buzzes, crackles, and hisses as he touches it to all those sensitive places that make me twitch. He taps my already-bruised ass. He teases my inner thighs. He whispers it across my soles of my feet and the sharp tickle makes my toes curl.
All thoughts have vanished from my brain. I can’t focus on anything except the brutal kisses of the tip of his wand.
“That's my girl,” he murmurs, and a pleasant feeling vibrates through me. “How much can you take?” A zap to my inner thigh makes me jump. “You can take more, can’t you?”
The wand nudges between my legs. My entire body trembles and tenses when I feel the glass tease over my swollen clit.
“Fuck,” I swear between my teeth. The anticipation builds inside of me, fear twisting and tightening in my chest at the thought of the shock torturing the most sensitive part of me.
“You can take it,” he informs me, and he’s right.
Iwantmore. I want to push myself. I want to feel the blade of Artemis’s arrow pressing against my throat.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, breathless permission.
There’s a crack and a bolt lights up between my legs. I scream, my nails digging into the meaty leather of the bench. Pain rolls into pleasure and my insides clench, hotly throbbing, and I can’t tell if I’ve cum or not butfuck, it feels so agonizingly good…
Phantom’s fingers grip into my hair. He lifts my hair, pulling me back.
“Look at yourself. What do you see?”
