Chapter 4: Electrifying Torment
The wires dangled from his balls as Shay smeared more lube down his shaft, her eyes fixed on the furious pulse in his throat. “Still so quiet, soldier?” she whispered, her thumb circling his leaking tip. A low growl vibrated in his chest, his hips straining against the leather cuffs. She watched, fascinated, as the electrical current made his heavy sac contract in a slow, painful rhythm against that monstrous cock.
Her gloved fingers closed ar
Her cunt ground against his mouth, a slick, demanding heat. He obeyed instantly, his tongue delving deep into her soaked folds with a harsh, hungry rhythm born of pent-up frustration. She rode his face with a punishing tempo, her fingers twisting in his dark hair, anchoring him to her. “Don’t you fucking dare stop,” she gasped, her hips pistoning, milking his tongue.
His nose pressed into her clit with each downward thrust, his jaw already aching from the earlier clenching, but he worked her with a soldier’s endurance. She could feel the first tension coiling, a bright wire tightening low in her belly. “Yes, right there, god, just like that,” she chanted, her voice breaking.
The orgasm tore through her without preamble, a violent clenching that made her cry out, her back arching. Hot fluid gushed onto his waiting tongue, a bitter-salty flood he swallowed greedily. The contractions hadn't even finished before another wave built, sharper, deeper, wrenching a second, louder cry from her throat.
She ground down hard, shuddering, another rush of her release filling his mouth. “Again,” she demanded, hoarse, forcing his face deeper as a third, endless chain of spasms locked her body, flooding him until he had to swallow in continuous, desperate gulps.
The taste of her was sharp and clean on his tongue as she rode his face, her fingers tangled in his sweat-damp hair. When her own shudders subsided, she shifted down his body with a slick, wet sound, her eyes fixed on his cock, which lay partially hard against his thigh, gleaming from her earlier attentions. She straddled his hips, her soaked cleft grinding against the thick root of him as she leaned forward, her red hair a curtain around their faces. “My turn to serve,” she whispered, her breath hot against his lips before she kissed him deeply, letting him taste herself on his own mouth.
Then she slid down, her mouth tracing a wet path down his sternum, over his trembling abs, until her lips hovered an inch from his burgeoning length. She looked up, her blue eyes holding his grey gaze. “I want every fucking inch,” she said, her voice husky with intent.
She took the plum-shaped head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the hypersensitive slit, and he groaned, his hips lifting instinctively. She pushed down, taking the first thick, dense inches, her jaw stretching obscenely around his monstrous girth. A low, guttural sound vibrated in her throat as she worked to accommodate him, her saliva slicking his shaft in glossy strings.
Her hands cupped his heavy, tender balls, still warm from the crop, as she forced herself deeper, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes from the strain, but she pushed past the reflexive gag, swallowing rhythmically around the invading thickness. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, a filthy counterpoint to Bryan’s ragged, pleading growls.
She set a brutal pace, her head bobbing fiercely, her throat convulsing around him each time she hilted him completely. One hand pumped the base she couldn’t reach, the other gently cradled his aching sac. He was fucking her face in short, helpless thrusts, his discipline shredding. “Gonna come…Shay, I’m gonna—” he choked out.
She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, until with a raw, shattered roar, he erupted. Hot, bitter jets of cum fired directly down her constricted throat. She swallowed desperately, gulping, milking him with relentless suction until he was spent, trembling, and utterly empty.