Page 19 of Karma

“How frustrating would it be to get hard and have someone pleasing themself in front of you?” I ask. “Someone you can’t touch as you anticipate every upcoming shock?”

I reach back and untie the strap around my neck. The fabric falls, exposing my breasts. I smirk at him as he reaches over and puts his mask back on. He’s concealing some of me, I guess, so I move forward and drop to my knees in front of him before falling backward on my ass. I spread my thighs for him. Black panties cover most of my pussy, but a shadow of what he wants peeks from beneath.

He lets out a breath.

“How frustrated are you right now?” I ask as I slide my fingers back and slip them inside me.

Knox clutches his dick. “Painfully.”

“I bet you wish you could come, huh?”

He raises his mask and gives me the most fucked-up smirk I’ve ever seen. “It’s cute that you think I won’t come to you. Eventhrough the shocks. As if I haven’t been thinking about you on my dick every moment since you got off it.”

The deep, gravelly sexuality oozing from every word takes me off guard, so I do the only thing I can think of doing. I release the button, and a shock goes through him again.

His ass lifts off the floor, and he leans over, trying to catch his breath. The shocks are time sensitive once engaged. Every minute he’s erect, he’ll get shocked.

He flips his mask down and squares up on the ground again. His hand strokes the head of his cock as he watches me. He matches my speed as I fuck myself with my fingers. The faster I go, the harder he goes. A minute passes, and a shock courses through him again. As he curls up against the pain, he doesn’t stop stroking himself. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on my wetness. He groans when I do. Not from pain, but from pleasure.

“You’re so fucked up,” he grits out.

“Says the one jerking off through copious amounts of electricity.”

Why am I so turned on by this? God. This man is so attracted to me that he’s literally fighting electrical forces to get off to me. Maybe he’s just stubborn enough to prove a point, but either way, I fucking like it. Bull-headed meets bull-headed.

“Get on my lap again, karma, and let me show you how I can come no matter what you’re doing to me.”

Another round of electricity goes through him, and the muscles in his groin contract and spasm as he keeps stroking his dick.

But why am I even considering his offer? No. I can’t let him fuck me. Even if he gave me all the information I asked for, I’m with Sam. The moment I say his name in my head, the bruises tingle around my eye and on my shoulder, almost scolding me.

I stand up and position myself above the footboard, straddling it. He brings his chained hand upward. A ring of discoloration marks his wrist, but he seizes the opportunity to slip his fingers through my wetness. I lower myself on two of his fingers, taking them inside me. He moans as I lift and lower myself on his hand, riding it like I would his cock. I hold myself up by gripping the metal beneath me as my thighs begin to tremble.

“Why won’t you let me fuck you?” he pants.

“Just shut up and let me ride your hand.”

“So I can’t fuck karma, but she can fuck me?” he asks.

“Be grateful you get to feel me with your fingers.”

He groans, and I feel bad for even allowing this, but using him for my selfish pleasure doesn’t change my overall plan for him.

Another shock rips through his dick. His strokes slow, and beads of white shoot from his cock and slip down his hand and shaft. Another shock goes through him, and I come too. I shove my hand over my mouth to hide my moans as I lose control of myself. Liquid gushes down his arm and saturates the floor.

My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. I reach over and hit the manual override button again. He just stays inside me, come dripping from us both. He anticipates the next shock, only to realize it’s not coming.

In my orgasm-induced state of calm, I don’t realize he’s climbing up to his knees, raising his mask, and reaching for my hair. He grabs beneath my bun and drags me close to his face. This is his chance to kill me if he really wants to, with his other hand still buried inside me.

Instead, he kisses me, pouring all his pain into my mouth.

“Better watch yourself, pretty girl, because the moment I’m off this chain, I’ll get inside you.”

“Ifyou get off your chain.”

My words drip with confidence, and I have no desire to release him, but that smirk he offers shakes something loose inside me. It’s like he knows a secret I don’t. Well, I’m sick and tired of secrets. I’ll figure out a way to make him talk, and once he tells me everything I need to know, I’ll be done with him. That’s if I can stop using him as a sex toy.

Maybe I could take him with me . . .

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