“If you wanted to fuck all you had to do was ask” he purred.

He didn’t seem to overly concerned about being on a table, naked. Nor with the fact that I was approaching him with electrodes.

“Fuck?” I ran my gaze over him. Perhaps he was handsome, in a generic sense. Blonde tall Prince Charming of sort. A playboy who fucked his way through women, tossing them aside without backwards glance.

I wasn’t tripping over my feet to get into his bed, unlike the gaggle of women that threw themselves at him.

I snorted “don’t flatter yourself! You’re a boy pretending to be a man.” The playful fire in his eyes disappeared, and his jaw flexed in anger.

I smoothed a hand over his chest. “You play your silly little sex games with the women you meet online” I enjoyed the way his body was taut with barely restrained rage. “Catering to their fantasies. A little vanilla needs some spice” I tsked.

“You seemed to enjoy the fantasy” he retorted.

I smirked.This guy really did have sense of grandiose “Do you know what I dislike the most?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Honey, I could care less.” He reached for me. “Enough talking. I’m going to wreck you tonight”

I stroked my fingers over his nipple then twisted. He yelped in surprise. “What the fuck, you bitch!”

The pain contorting his features sent a ripple of heat through me. “Do not interrupt me,when I am speaking!”

“As I was saying,” I lightly feathered his now bruising flesh with my touch. “I disliked being bored. You were predictable, every conversation was tedious.”

My nails dug into his skin. He hissed. “You laid there like dead weight” he managed.

I giggled at the memory. “Have you seen yourself fucking?” I sighed “you were flopping around like fish out of water. Your dick barely hit my hole!”

His face red with rage, he gritted his teeth when I pinched his nipples again. “ You got off. I made you cum!” He hissed.

“Um no that’s called acting”

I wasn’t acting now. Seeing his body writhing in pain, left me giddy with anticipation and excitement. Wet and hot. Was his pain tolerance so low? Would he beg for me to stop?

My eyes dropped to his cock. He was still limp. I frowned. “You really are disappointing me”

He groaned. “What now?”

“I thought you liked a little pain” I flicked a finger over the head of his cock. “You bragged about being the next Christian grey”

He muttered something under his breath “should we see what your limits are?” I asked.

He blinked.

I stroked his cock for a moment. He groaned. “Oh yes, just like that. Enough of your freaky stuff.”

My fingers tightened. His eyes widened in shock. “Hey!”

I smiled. “Hmm, It’s interesting how you believe you think you’re in control” I chuckled. I narrowed my eyes. “I think maybe You need to learn.”

I released him. His muscles relaxed, and then stiffen again when he became aware of the tens machine and the electrodes in my hand. “What are you doing?”

“I’m bored. I want to play” I sighed “how about a little foreplay” I began to attach the electrodes to his skin.

“What?” He tried to slap at my hands “stop that! Are you crazy”

“You’re boring me” I pressed the on button. “I need some fun”

His body jumped as the first jolt of electricity shot through him. Perspiration beaded along his skin, as I increased the strength of tens machine.

Watching his cock jerk with the intensity, I had to restrain myself from giving into the hunger that pulsed inside me. My pussy was drenched, teetering on the edge of cumming.

The tens machine was on 7. His body bathed in sweat, his muscles contracting. “Please please please” he cried.

My fingers hesitated on 8. “Please what.”

“Let me cum!”

I turned it up.

He screamed.

-oh no I have to end here. Have to go to bed.


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