Page 39 of My Turn
The clamp pinched either side of her labia and the shape narrowed at each end. I adjusted it so that it held her open and connected the two clips and plugged them into the handheld device.
When I rolled onto my knees in front of her, she let out a little sound and opened her eyes. She still looked extremely out of it, so I pressed one of the buttons, delivering a shock through the length of the metal clamp. She jerked and released a huff of air. I pressed one finger against her clit and did it again, humming at the sharp feeling of electricity that passed over my skin.
“Hello, Alana.”
Her eyes finally focused on me before they widened. She thrashed, then hissed and looked up at her wrists. I gave her a moment to evaluate her position, watching every emotion pass over her face. In the end, she settled on fear. It was just as fucking beautiful as I knew it would be. When her lip trembledand her eyes filled with tears, I reached out to catch one with my finger.
“Don’t touch me,” she cried.
“Too late.”
“No, please. Please, please, please.”
“Begging already? I thought you’d make me work for it.”
She hung her head and began blubbering. I pressed the middle button and she cried out at the shock that traveled through the metal, all the way up to her clit. Another tear rolled down her cheek and her breaths were shaky.
“W-why are you doing this?”
I cocked my head. As I ran my thumb over the buttons, she tracked my movement. She tried to close her legs but could hardly move them and when she did, it tugged on the ropes around her wrists too much.
“Remember when you went against my advice?”
“You can’t do this.”
“Hm. That’s interesting.” I pressed the highest button, earning a shrill cry. “Shh. If you’re too loud, I’ll have to put a gag in your mouth. I’d much rather hear every sound you make.”
“Tell me who the fuck you are,” she demanded more aggressively as she yanked on the ropes. Her wrists already looked red underneath. If she wasn’t careful, she’d break the skin at a certain point.
Moving closer, I brought my face level with hers. She sucked in uneven breaths but stared directly at the mask. I wished she could see my eyes.
“Let me introduce myself, Alana. I am the one who owns you. I am your savior but also your undoing. I’m who you should fear when you hear something move in the middle of the night. Every creak of the floorboards should make your body tremble with my nearness. When your neck prickles and you feel like you’re beingwatched, I want you wet and needy because you know who lurks in your shadow.”
“Fuck you. You’re crazy.” She screamed when I shocked her again.
I moved my hand between her legs, which made her start thrashing. After I slid my fingers over her entrance, I pulled them back and held them up to her.
“I’m crazy? You’re the one who’s wet right now, Alana.”
“Not because I want it.”
“Hm.”
I held my finger down on the button and watched her face. After the initial pain, her head tipped back and her shoulders tensed. A moan slipped from her lips and my cock began to harden. I dipped my fingers under the mask to taste her as I listened.
“S-stop,” she pleaded.
“Mm. Beg, Alana.”
“Stop. P-please.”
When I inserted two fingers, she gasped. Her hips moved, then she realized what she’d done and went completely still. She looked at me with fury in her eyes and tried to maintain that expression as I stroked her g-spot.
“I think what you’re really begging for is to cum.”
“No.”
She spat at me, which just made me laugh. I moved forward and rubbed the mask against her cheek to clean it off. When I removed my fingers, I smeared her wetness in the same spot before I shoved them into her mouth. She bit down hard, so I dug my nails into her tongue until she released me.