“Yes. I know.” He grinned at her, and fetched more rope.
She watched him. He wasn’t Sylvester, but a naked Mage was a thing of beauty. She just wished he’d finish her off, sexually. Her nipples ached. Her pussy hungered. She felt compressed, sensitized, and ready for an unimaginable explosion of pleasure.
“Lie on your side, facing me. Yes, good.” She felt more of his now-familiar three-quarter-inch rope sliding over her skin. Decadent, arousing, relaxing…She let a pleased rumble vibrate her chest as Mage wrapped loops around her forearms, folding them in front of her. He crossed her ankles, and secured those, too. The crossed-ankle position left her thighs parted.
The bondage seemed skimpy compared to his earlier, more elaborate designs. She tried to free herself without success. In the ropes securing her forearms she detected a tiny amount of give, but her ankles were immobilized.
Skimpy restraints, but effective. She looked at him curiously.
“This is my violet wand.” He held what looked like a glow globe attached to a handle. He nudged a floor pedal with his bare foot. She heard a low hum. The globe sparked to pinkish purple life.
She stared at it, mesmerized by the ever-moving forks of electricity. Mage cupped his hand, moved it around the globe without touching it. The lightning extended tentacles from the glass to Mage’s palm with a snapping buzz, moving with him. The smell of ozone filled the air. His eyes glittered with reflected violet light.
In that moment he looked every inch a magician.
He nudged the foot switch, and the lightning danced more violently.
“Static electricity. When you grasp a doorknob, and get zapped? This toy offers a similar sensation, only it does not stop.”
He suddenly moved it near her belly. The lightning seemed to latch onto her skin with a buzzing snap. She cried out as the electrical whip struck her, tried to wriggle away. His free hand restrained her. “Be still. Feel. It is not that hurtful now. Some people find it soothing.” She stilled, and found he was right. It sounded worse than it was. Though she would hardly call it soothing.
“When skin touches the glass, there is no sensation.” He touched the cool globe to her, and the angry buzz faded again to just a hum as the sensation stopped. “It is only in the gap”—he demonstrated, moving the globe slowly away from her again—“that the current finds you and punishes you. It must jump the gap. Farther away, it becomes more intense….”
The angry buzz grew angrier as the lightning licked at her with its sharp heat. She hissed. The pinpricks of pain increased.
Mage continued. “A bit more painful, until finally, the distance is too great and the electricity cannot jump the gap.” The buzz broke off when the globe gained enough inches of distance.
“Unlike the Eclectrik EL-321, my violet wand zaps just the surface of the skin rather than the muscle.” He demonstrated, bringing the globe near her right nipple.
The moment the electricity surged across the gap and touched her, she jerked back at the sensation: stinging bees and scraping teeth and pulsating fire. It hurt, but the pinpricks of energy seemed to tease each individual nerve ending, blending pain and pleasure until she couldn’t distinguish one from the other, and it all became pleasure. Delightful!
She almost didn’t notice the angry buzzing, but the sight of the steady yellow current of lightning affixed to her nipple disconcerted her. “Will it burn?”
When he frowned at her, she remembered he didn’t like her to speak while he tortured her. But he answered. “Not permanently. At worst, it can be similar to a sunburn.”
He massaged first one nipple then the other with the lightning, around in circles, occasionally inflicting its bite directly on her tip. When the electricity struck the tips, the sharp shock of it made her suck in her breath. “That’s intense.”
He nudged off the current and announced, “I will gag you now. When you wish to communicate ‘red,’ open and close your fist five times.”
As he inserted a small ball gag into her mouth and buckled its soft leather strap behind her head, she realized something. He’d said “when” not “if.”
What did he have planned that made him so confident she’d utter her safe word?
She watched him replace the globe with a rake-shaped attachment instead. Its pronged edges drew her gaze.
Without any explanation, Mage nudged the floor pedal. As the machine buzzed to life, she noticed his erection hadn’t faltered. Then he was holding the rake over her heart. He smiled without humor as he drew an X. Then he pulled the electricity sideways, over her shoulder, down one bound arm, onto her lower belly. The streams of electricity from the edges of the rake drew agonizing parallel lines. She made a muffled sound, trying first to shift her arm, then to suck in her belly to protect her skin from the casually inflicted pain.
Mage gazed at her, slit-eyed. “The skin is a sensitive organ.” He grasped her bound forearms, turned her onto her other side with easy strength. A second later, she felt the rake on her lower back. She protested and wriggled from it.
He slapped her on her buttocks, the first time he’d struck her. “Be still.”
She tried, as the static electricity fried the skin over her spine, her neck, her ass, but when he drew the rake over the side of her back, she convulsed—half tickled, half stung. He slapped her ass again, and trained the buzzing electricity on her nipples again.
His cock felt large, warm, and incredibly inviting against the crack of her ass, and she wriggled against it.
“Bitch!” He slapped her ass again, repeatedly, as he electrified her nipples. “One simple command. Be still. I tie you, pleasure you. I give you good pains, and still you do not obey. You will wish you had obeyed.” His clever, intrusive fingers burrowed lower into the damp hair, delved into her slit to find and stroke her clit. Tickled it. She gasped at the sensation of his long fingers teasing her, the same fingers that had held a knife to her minutes ago. The electricity trained on her nipples buzzed and popped, sending delicious pinpricks of pain into her. His voice, honeyed with compassion, didn’t fool her. She knew him now, knew a compassionate Mage was a dangerous thing. He was about to hurt her.
She still couldn’t help trying to hump his fingers. After the hours of his rope bondage, the slow teasing and relaxing, binding and releasing, she was burning up.
Mage’s fingers flicked, making her squirm and writhe. “You are very disobedient.” His voice sounded oddly rough in her ear, low and rough, almost like Sylvester’s. He flipped her onto her back, making her feel like so much meat, a package, nothing remotely resembling the travel-marketing executive she’d been upon arrival at Twisted Wood.
She shuddered with pleasure. Her attention was divided between his fingers and the sweet pain of electricity now travelling down the underside of her breasts, down over her belly button, down…
Her eyes flew wide open. She protested around her gag.
The rake sent its parallel electrified whipcracks into the smooth skin just above the soft triangle of her pubic hair, then into the delicate, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
He wouldn’t.
She jackknifed, galvanized by fear, but Mage was ready for her and held her in place.
She yelled, but the gag strangled the sound.
He heard it, though. His body shifted slightly as he checked her hand for the stop signal. He chuckled at its stillness, lifted her by her hair, and spoke into her gagged face: “Scream all you want. Muffled screams get me hard. See?” Tears sprung into her eyes from his grip on her hair. Her gaze flicked down. Sure enough, he throbbed as if ready to explode.
As if eager to hear her scream as soon as possible, Mage gave the nub of her nipple one last cruel twist, then spread her labia wide, and raked her with the attachment, starting from her ass and pulling it up. The zaps assaulted her horribly, and as the device traveled it just got worse. At her anus it felt like a hundred stinging bees. At her pussy it felt like a welder’s arc. And then…
She screame
d.
Nothing could have prepared her for the blinding pain, the intensity like a sun exploding as the static electricity snapped her clit. It faded as the point of the rake temporarily left the sensitive nub of flesh, then returned as if the sound of muffled screams were truly music to Mage’s ears. She obliged him, the sounds she made sounding desperate to her own ears. She threw her hips right and left trying to sever the relentless connection of energy connecting the rake to her skin, but Mage followed her movements, allowing her only the tiniest of reprieves.
She heard him laugh. For a moment, she hated him.
Then, the impossible happened. The on-again, off-again rhythm of electricity began to build into a perverse heat, not quite pain anymore. The whipsnap of buzzing current began to have a certain sweetness. And she began to anticipate each delicious raking torment of her clit by lifting her hips to better receive it.
“Yes. Now you see.” He pedaled the energy off, and in the silence she heard her own muffled protest.
He laughed again. “Truly, you astonish me. You fight my tortures, you scream and plead so convincingly—I am convinced!—and then, you turn toward the pain. You transmute it. This”—he slicked one finger down between her legs, pushing it into her with only minimal difficulty—“is proof.” He held his finger up, coated in her juice. He inhaled with relish.
She recognized truth in his words, not to mention on his hands.
Maybe it wasn’t the whole truth. True, she enjoyed his tortures. But there was something she’d enjoy more, something Mage wasn’t quite qualified to give her.
The ache of frustrated need made her moan through her gag. She let him see her gaze drop to his cock, then back to his face, pleading.
“Of course,” he answered, smug. “But not just yet, my dear.”
His smugness blunted her desire, but only enough to bring her senses back under her own control. She stilled her hips, becoming aware she was grinding against the bed. Her nipples felt tight and achy. Hell, her whole body burned, and she needed relief.
“Ungag me,” she said, or tried to. The gag turned her words into meaningless grunts. The sight of his stiff cock bobbing as he moved from the suitcase with yet another tool tore from her another sound, a moan. Would he never tire of playing with her, and just ravish her the way she craved?
But even as she thought it, she knew he couldn’t satisfy her that way, not like Sylvester could.
Still, she was willing to test the theory. As he approached, she shifted her ankles to let her knees fall farther open. He’d have to untie her ankles to do her properly, but at least now he could see what she offered.
Mage laughed. “Very nice. I will make you as slutty as Kitten, in time.”
She blinked. Kitten. She’d forgotten about his service submissive. He wanted to add her to his collection of submissives? She wasn’t submissive. She wasn’t his. Her legs closed slightly.
One warm hand on her knee stopped her movement. “No.”
His other held what looked like a metal spatula with a thick, flexible rubber-covered wire. He plugged the end of the wire into the violet wand’s handle.
When he nudged the floor button, she heard the buzz, but nothing else happened. Mage smiled at her and waved his fingers—hocus-pocus—over the flat surface. Unlike with the rake and the globe, no yellow current leapt out to zap his flesh.
It was dead.
Then Mage let his hand slowly leave her knee. The fire leapt from his fingertips! With a familiar angry buzz, the current zapped her skin.
He saw her expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. “Magical, yes?” He seared her all around her kneecap, tracing fire down to where ropes encircled her ankles, then up the other leg. She shuddered at the prickly, hurtful-but-not-really sensation as she marveled at the wizardly appearance of electricity shooting from his fingertips.
The current emerged from his palm as he tilted his hand. He caressed her thighs with current. So, it could come from anywhere on his body?
He’d placed her body halfway up the bed. When he knelt over her crossed ankles to kiss her thigh where his palm had just zapped, she expected a soothing relief. Instead, the current leapt from his lips to her flesh.
She yelped in surprise. His lips?
He kissed her higher on the thigh, then laved the seared flesh with his hot tongue…which then also zapped her when he moved back an inch. The spark jumped the gap, whipping the tender inner flesh of her thigh unmercifully. Mage had an electrified tongue.
The idea made her helplessly wet, even as she laughed in disbelief.
Mage murmured to her in between whip-kisses. “This body contact pad turns the entire body into an electrical conductor.” He let it slip from his fingers to the bed, then placed his forearm onto it. He levered himself into position, his hot breath teasing her wetness. Apprehension, then sweet anticipation swirled in her head.
Her body suddenly ravenous, she made a small wanting noise around the gag.
And then he was there, his tongue in turn sliding over, and electrically zapping, the most sensitive spot on her body. Fully primed for it, the pain of the electricity now transmuted immediately to pleasure, a deep pleasure that took her into realms she’d never known before.
The sensation galvanized. Her hips bucked, her thighs trembled, and if she still had the use of her arms she’d be using them to keep his face planted right there for as long as it took.
Which wouldn’t be long at all, she realized suddenly. The long slow buildup of the past hours, the teasing and then stopping, the binding and the torture that didn’t quite result in an explosive orgasm, gathered in her gut. The unbearable tension built, incredibly, still further as his lips and tongue and the buzzing electrical whips connecting him to her worked their diabolical magic.
She cried out around her gag, alarmed. She was going to fly to pieces. She might hurt him.
Then she laughed, a quick gasp as the tension spasmed throughout her body. Mage would like that.
She screamed around her gag as it hit. Mage lapped her up, electrifying her into unbearable bliss that went on and on.
The aftermath shudders continued long beyond what she expected, and she fell back, only then realizing her body had jackknifed. The steel plate now lay under her left hip.
Mage held her, gentle with her as her orgasm subsided. “I am going to fuck you,” he said. His voice held lust long restrained. His cock nudged his own stomach as he shifted, bent to untie her ankles.
But after the hours and hours of buildup, the torture, and then the glorious release, all Nora wanted was to crawl away to her room and sleep for twelve hours. Couldn’t he see she’d gone boneless? Limp as a noodle, grateful and happy. She wasn’t his submissive, to be used if she didn’t feel like it.
She moved slightly, made a distressed sound.
He gave her a smile of pleasure, unraveling the ropes with more urgency.
Exasperation gripped her. Would she have to use her safe word? She hated to do it. She didn’t want to recognize any limits on her adventures, not yet. She felt using it declared herself fearful and predictable. Things she no longer wanted to be. Though she was still unclear on what other things would take their place.
And yet, Mage had been so attentive, she almost felt inclined to give him a mercy fuck. He’d given her amazing sensations, unlike Ryan.
Which reminded her of all the times she’d let Ryan use her, when all the mercy in the world wouldn’t have made them right for each other.
It was a revelation. But the situation called for immediate response.
Her gag meant she had to give the hand signal instead. Her hands fisted, then she let her fingers curl away from her body as far as the forearm ropes allowed. A few inches of give. Enough to get his attention.
She felt the cool metal plate under her hip.
She thought. Then smiled.
His cock, as he drew the ankle ropes from her and tossed them to a far corner, was positioned perfectly.
> She tilted her body toward him, grabbed with one hand and electrically stroked with the other.
Mage went very still.
So odd, to hear the buzzing and know her body conducted current into another person. She let her gaze flick up to him, checking his reaction. He looked stunned, but uncomplaining.
The velvet heft of his large cock seemed to delight in the combination of sensual hand job and electrical whipping. When she cupped around the thick helmet tip, not quite touching him, he flinched at the lightning’s kiss. How well she remembered what that felt like. She tormented him a bit longer, then stroked him again, faster. Her awkward position made her movements inventive, experimental, rough…ah, success.
He throbbed in her hand. When he would have pulled away, she gripped him tighter, menacing his testicles with her cupped hand. Threatening. Cowed, Mage remained still, breathing hard and looking at her with an expression suggesting he’d never been more surprised.
It didn’t take long.
Cursing in a language she didn’t understand, he suddenly thrust hard against her gripping hand. With the slickness of his ejaculate, he moved fast enough to heat her palm with friction.
Nora laughed, a muffled snorting sound, when he collapsed next to her. The room smelled of sex and ozone.
She laughed again at his rueful glance down at his now-flaccid cock.
“This is funny to you?” He looked fierce for a moment, but couldn’t sustain the expression. He grinned. “It is funny.” He laughed, sitting up on one elbow long enough to unbuckle her gag, fling it away. He untied her forearms with quick, straightforward movements rather than the sensual tugs and sliding pulls he’d applied earlier. Her arms felt itchy from confinement, and strained from her recent awkward hand activity.
Mage cocked his head, listening. He sighed. He sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed.
Nudged the violet wand off. The buzzing ended. He remained at the edge of the bed. Glanced at her.
They regarded each other.
He shook his head, rueful. He no longer looked magical in the slightest as he eyed her crotch. “That was not the ending I intended. Would you be interested in playing again while you are here at Twisted Wood? We can finish properly. I promise you would be glad to have me fuck you.”
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