Page 115 of Ezekiel
“Ah!” she screamed, the sound echoing throughout the room. Her cunt gushed almost violently, soaking our bed in her cum as her entire body lifted off of the bed, the sensations overwhelming her and catapulting her into the stratosphere of pleasure.
“Again,” I barked, pressing the button on the wand as I held it again, pressing it firmly into her sopping wet cunt and circling her clit. Her body arched, trying to get away from the sensation, but no fucking way was I going to allow that.
She whimpered, groaned, and pleaded as she crested yet another orgasm, her entire body trembling involuntarily.
I slowed the wand down to its lowest setting, letting her come down slowly but not ending her orgasm torture.
Time for her special request.
I kissed her forehead as she lay there trembling and nearly purring for me, and then moved off of the bed. The violet wand was made of glass, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t accidentally drop it as I shifted. I took a moment to divest myself of my jeans. My cock likely had a permanent indentation in the shape of my zipper.
Before returning to her side, I made sure the settings were correct.
“Breathe, angel,” I coaxed, turning the violet wand on. The crackling sound of electricity filled the room, and she gasped, writhing in anticipation as a smile played at her lips.
She took a deep, steadying breath, and I brought the wand near the skin at the top of her breasts. Red marks covered her body from where I had pulled the clothespins off. She was a masterpiece, each mark an artistic expression of my love for her, my dominance of her.
The thin bolt of violet electricity connected from the glass probe to her skin, a delicious zapping sound filling the room as she gasped and then giggled.
“Something funny, angel?” I teased, and she shook her head. Pain like this could do that. It could make you cry, scream, or even laugh. She took it all in stride, giggling and gasping and groaning as I moved the probe down the curves of her breasts and over one pert nipple. Her back arched up off of the bed as she groaned deeply. The sound shot straight to my cock, my pre-cum dripping onto the bedding below me.
I moved the wand down lower, watching as her stomach sucked in with a shuddering gasp. Lower and lower I moved, down her thighs and back up again. Each leg, one by one, until the only place left on her body was that delicious cunt.
I pulled the wand away, only for a moment.
“Breathe,” I commanded before I moved the arcing violet electricity directly over her pussy lips.
She screamed deliciously, her thighs tensing as she arched into the intense sensations.
“Please, may I cum!” she begged, her voice hoarse from her screaming.
“Yes. Cum for me,” I urged her, needing every orgasm, every sound, every drop of her arousal. All for me. All at my hands.
Her orgasm hit hard, careening her over the edge as she screamed my name, screamed profanities, and just let go of everything. All for me.
“Trust me, love. Go deeper. Trust me. I have you,” I vowed to her, spurring her forward into a new level of subspace at my hands.
And she obeyed.
She went deeper, trusting me fully.
I moved the wand over her body, pushing her higher and higher as her body shook and trembled beneath me.
With no warning, her body bowed back in yet another orgasm as she crashed and fell apart in exquisite pieces of pleasure.
“I need you,” I growled, my teeth grazing over the pulse point in her neck. Her taut nipples grazed my chest, every touch electrifying against my skin.
“Sir,” she groaned. She was borderline non-verbal in her deep state of subspace. I held her there, teetering on that white-hot ledge of ecstasy, before finally pulling the wand away. “No!” she whimpered pitifully.
“Patience.” My voice was rough and deep as I moved to the foot of the bed, unfastening the cuffs on each ankle and wrist before joining her on the bed once more. I roughly grabbed each of her ankles as I knelt on the bed, pushing her knees back into her body and effectively bending her in half.
“Do you know how gorgeous your cunt looks like this, angel? All opened up for me?” I taunted, pulling her legs apart wider. “Your swollen lips part for me and let me see that pretty little clit and your slick folds. It just begs me to ravage you,” I growled, thrusting my hips forward to run the tip of my cock over her wetness.
“Please,” she panted out, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
“No,” I barked out. Teasing both her and myself by pressing against her opening but not entering her. Fuck, she felt good. Her tightness threatened to pull me in, her wetness coating the head of my cock until I, too, was drenched in her arousal.
“What?” she questioned, her head turning back and forth in confusion, still sightless from the blindfold which stayed firmly affixed to her face.
