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I groan inwardly. I hate the zapper.
Walking back, he stands at the head of the table. “What else was going to be part of the punishment?”
It’s hard to think when I feel like my nipples are being torn off.
He slaps my face. “Answer me, Bridge.”
“All the blow jobs you wanted?”
“That’s right.”
He pulls my body over to him so that my head dangles over the edge before dropping his pants. He’s already come, and it usually makes him last longer the second time around. I pray the blow job won’t last forever.
He guides his erection into my mouth. The unfamiliar angle causes me to choke. He doesn’t seem to care and pushes himself farther. But the choking doesn’t really serve him either, so he pulls out and touches the zapper to the top of my breast. I cry out. My body jerks at the electrocution, causing the weights on the nipple clamps to swing and tug on my nipples more.
“Shit!” I cry out.
Pausing, he reaches between my legs and fondles my clit. My body grasps at arousal. Out of desperation, maybe. Or maybe because it thinks a magnificent orgasm awaits on the other side. A part of me welcomes the torture, either because I used to like it—the gain was worth the pain every time with Darren—or because I feel guilty. For what specifically, I’m not sure. Maybe for everything.
He slides his cock back into my mouth and zaps me on the other breast and on my arm. His cock partially muffles my screams. Reaching for the hem of my dress, he hikes it up past my pelvis and belly. As he starts to buck his hips, he zaps the places he’s exposed. Every movement of mine causes the weights to swing or bounce, but my body can’t not react to the zapper. The only silver lining is that I manage to cover the switchblade with my body. Hopefully he forgets about it.
“The sooner I come, the sooner we’ll be done with the zapping,” he tells me.
I do my best to suck him off while my body flails upon the table beneath a rain of electric shocks.
For Ethan, I remind myself over and over.
Darren starts thrusting harder. I hear him grunt and groan. He’s getting closer. My cheeks are sore. My throat is sore. My nipples are beyond sore.
When he comes, I feel like I’ve been through a marathon without the benefit of prior training. It’s hard to swallow upside down, so his cum runs out the sides of my mouth.
A final shudder runs through him before he finally withdraws. I get a reprieve, which can be good or bad because, if he’s done with me, what comes next?
