Claimed Darker by Em Brown
Chapter 19
DARREN
Past
Iknow Bridget’s not going to go for anything involving strangers, so that rules out menage and the like. I don’t see her getting into public humiliation. She sounded pretty emphatic on needle play, which is one of the less common fetishes. That leaves fisting, electroplay and golden showers. She just withstood a fairly hard fucking, so I think she has a fair tolerance for pain. I’m guessing she’s going to choose fisting or electroplay. Fisting can seem pretty intimidating to the novice, whereas most people don’t have a good sense of what it’s liked to be shocked, so I’m betting on electroplay.
“We’re still going to do that?” she asks.
“You wanted to be fucked first,” I tell her as I strip off the rest of her clothing.
“Which would you choose?”
“Everyone has their own individual tastes.”
“What exactly is involved in a golden shower?” she asks. “We wouldn’t do that here, would we? I mean, I assume we’d do it in a shower.”
“You know that ‘golden’ refers to piss, right?”
She scowls. “Yes, I know. I looked it up to be sure.”
“Is that what you picked?” I ask, slightly surprised at her choice.
“I’m deciding between that and electroplay, but I want more details before I make my final decision.”
Just listening to her talk about these things is making me hard again.
I go over to the cabinet and take out a zapper. “We’ll start with this for electroplay.”
I turn it on and point it at my biceps. The loud crackle of electricity makes her jump. She studies my face for a reaction.
“Okay, I might go for that thing over the golden shower,” she says. “Is my safety word still ‘mercy?’”
“It is. But don’t get wimpy and cop out too quickly. You won’t get your orgasm that way.”
“How many times do I have to get zapped to get my orgasm?”
“For your first time, we can start with six.”
I set the zapper down and go back to the cabinet for rope. I choose a colored rope this time. She’ll look good in red.
“So it’s going to be electroplay?” I confirm.
She nods.
“Next choice: hog, crab or frog?”
“What?”
“Pick one.”
“Are you going to make me eat one of them?”
“No. They’re bondage ties. Hog, crab or frog?”
“Can you describe them?”
“The names should give you a clue. It doesn’t really matter which one you choose. We’ll eventually get to all of them.”
“Crab then.”
With four cords of rope in hand, I walk back to the bed. I set one down next to the zapper. With one cord, I tie her left wrist to her left ankle. Then I tie her elbow to her knee and do the same with her right limbs. I spread her legs apart so that she looks more like a crab.
The sadist in me remembers the cabinet also has blindfolds. Going back, I take out a satin sash, which I wrap around her eyes several times. Her breath becomes uneven, and I can sense her anxiety.
Before picking up the zapper, I adjust my crotch. She looks great in crab tie, and I have a nice view right into her crotch. Her pretty little pussy lips are glistening with wetness. I can see some of my cum oozing from her.
“Here we go,” I say.
I survey where I want the zapper to land. There are so many delicious options. I could choose her nipple or her cunt, but I don’t want to start out too vicious. The more time I take, the more nervous she seems to get. I choose the inner thigh.
“Ahh!” she cries out, her limbs flailing, though constrained by the ropes.
I zap her other thigh. She tries to scramble away but the crab tie is too awkward to move in.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims.
“Just four more to go.”
She starts to pant.
“Breathe,” I remind her.
She lengthens her breaths while I circle the zapper over the different parts I can target. I zap the side of a breast.
With a cry, she lands on her other side, away from the zapper.
“Get back into position,” I tell her.
She struggles at first but rights herself after engaging her stomach muscles to sit up. I touch the zapper to her belly. With another yelp, she falls onto her back.
“Geez!” she cries.
“Just think about the orgasm you’ll get. You only have two more.”
She whimpers.
“Roll onto your knees,” I tell her.
In doing so, she presents me with a perfect view of her ass and her nice pussy lips below. I caress a buttock.
“Please be quick,” she says. “I want to get these last two over with.”
“Then it wouldn’t be as much fun,” I reply.
Turning off the zapper, I touch it to the back of her thigh. She screams, then realizes there was no electricity.
“You’re such a…” she grunts.
“What? What did you want to call me, Bridge?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Bullshit.”
Turning the zapper back on, I target her ass. Her body jumps.
“What were you going to say?” I ask.
“Jerk,” she spits out.
“Jerk? That’s pretty weak.”
“You like ‘asshole’ better?”
“I do.”
I smack her hard on a buttock. “Where should we zap next?” I touch the zapper to a rib, then her arm, beneath her to her pubis. “Any preferences?”
She groans.
I chuckle. “I’ll pick then.” I caress her between the thighs. “You’re doing great, Bridge.”
“Just one more, right?” she murmurs.
“One more,” I answer.
My fondling seems to relax her. I zap the bottom of her foot.
“Shit!!” she shrieks.
My cock is hard as steel right now. I undo my pants, kneel behind her, and rub the length along her pussy lips. She moans.
“You made it,” I tell her.
“I get to come, right?”
“You want to come badly, don’t you?”
“So bad. Can I, please?”
“Yes, you can.”
I sink my cock into her. She feels so hot, so wet. I saw my hips back and forth. “That feel good?”
“Yes,” she groans.
I still have the zapper in one hand and decide to zap the side of her thigh.
She doesn’t expect it and screams. “I thought we reached six already?!”
“That one was for fun,” I reply.
“You’re evil,” she grumbles.
I zap her on the ass. She cries out and tries to stretch away from me, but she can’t because her arms are tethered to her legs.
She finally employs her safe word. “Mercy!”
I toss the zapper onto the bed, grab her hips, and thrust in earnest. It doesn’t take long for her to climax. The flutter of her pussy around my cock feels fucking amazing. I pry apart her buttocks and gaze at the tempting hole between. The electroplay was probably enough for tonight. I’ll save her asshole for another day.
I pull out and flip her onto her back. Her legs fall to opposite sides, opening up her pussy perfectly to me. I pull her to the edge of the bed, then head back to the cabinet and grab a cordless Magic Wand. After sinking my cock into her, I turn on the wand and put it to her clit. Her brow immediately furrows. She hasn’t recovered from the previous climax, but the benefit of being a woman is that you don’t have that refractory period. I heard that Shen, the son of the Head Dragon, mastered orgasming without ejaculating, thereby eliminating the refractory period. It takes practice, and I might give it a try someday. For now, I get a high watching Bridget go again.
“Oh…oh!” she pants and grunts.
I rock my hips harder. Her eyes roll toward the back of her head just before she wails. Her body heaves, and her head falls back against the bed several times. She shudders while I thrust into her for my own release. My second orgasm feels more condensed than the first. I piston my hips in short stabs, forcing the tension to empty through my cock.
Drained, I turn off the wand and lie down next to her. She lies on her side, one bent leg atop the other, turned away from me. I wrap an arm around her.
Fuck me.
The electroplay was even more fun than I anticipated. Everything is fun with Bridget. I expect the other shoe is going to drop at some point. But I kind of don’t want it to end. Ever.
Fuck me.
