She wanted more of him. And she wanted to be his, his in whatever ways he would have her,
Her gaze met his through the bars, and she wished she knew what was he thinking. The look he gave her made her hopeful that maybe he was having second thoughts about returning her to Jake.
He pulled up his sweats, then opened the cage and helped her out. He removed the clips from her nipples and massaged a breast. Lowering his head, he captured a nipple in his mouth. She gasped loudly. Her nipple was so tender from the clip, she wasn’t sure if she wanted the attention. But then his hand was between her thighs, and she decided she would suffer anything if he would make her come.
He bit and sucked her nipple while his fondling made her whimper. Moving off her nipple, he kissed his way up to her lips. When his mouth claimed hers, she couldn’t have been happier. She loved the way he kissed her. Always deliberate. Whether all-consuming or laser focused, his kisses invigorated even while they made her insides melt.
“Why’d you decide to stay?” he murmured against her lips.
“I don’t know. I hope I don’t live to regret it.” She pulled back to look into his eyes. “Will I?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
He searched her eyes as much as she searched his. “Why don’t you tell me the reason you’re here.”
“Because...oooh.”
His fingers had curled inside her, stroking the nerves there.
“I really don’t know,” she whimpered.
“I think you do.”
“Because I agreed to do a week.”
“That’s a bullshit answer.”
Pleasure fluttered through her with his caressing.
“What do you want me to say then?” she said. “You. You’re the reason, Master. I can’t get enough of you.”
To her surprise, he seemed upset by that. Withdrawing his fingers, he turned her around and undid the rope binding her arms.
Had she set him off? She had thought he would like her answer!
He retied the rope, binding her wrists in front of her this time. She liked the look of the rope against her skin. He pulled her wrists up and bent her arms so that her hands rested behind her head. He then wrapped the rope across her upper arms and face, fitting the rope between her lips to form a gag.
“Don’t patronize me with falsehoods,” he told her when he was done.
Retrieving more rope, he bound her chest next, putting her breasts in a cage of rope, which he then looped through rings dangling from the ceiling. After securing the top of her body, he wrapped another cord of rope about the top of her thigh. He looped the rope though another ring and hoisted her leg into the air. He secured the end of the rope around her lower thigh before repeating the process on the other leg.
When he was done, she was suspended in the air in a cradle of rope.
He went to the sideboard. She hoped he came back with the SONA or Womanizer. But what he held was a wand that came to a point.
Turning it on, he touched the tip to her underarm.
Her body jerked at the zap of electricity. Oh no. This wasn’t good.
He touched the wand to her inner thigh.
Shit!
The wand zapped her breast next. She screamed into her rope gag.
She braced herself before each zap, yelping and crying each time the intense static sparked against her body. It even sounded as bad as it felt. He touched the zapper to her rib, her butt, then back to her arms and legs. Even though she had nowhere to go, her body wriggled and writhed. When he was done raining the electricity upon her, she was panting, praying for it to be over. He gave her one final zap on the underside of her foot before putting it away.