Page 72 of The Sadist and the Brat

The muscles in his back flexed as he worked, and when he leaned forward, the hem of his shirt rode up to bare the skin beneath. It was almost unbearably sexy, that thin band of flesh, and she would’ve reached out to touch if her wrists hadn’t been tied. He twisted a little, leaning to the side to pick up another bundle of rope, and the shirt slid up even more, revealing the edges of his tattoo.

She knew he had tattoos, of course—the one on his forearm made her mouth water every time she saw it, and she’d known he had others. But since she hadn’t seen him naked yet…

She blinked, surprised. She hadn’t seen him naked yet. In fact, now that she thought about it, she remembered that he hadn’t even taken off his pants during their scene last week, much less his shirt. Not that she had any complaints. That scene had been…woof. And she understood why some Doms didn’t like to get naked when they played—it made the power imbalance starkly, glaringly obvious, and added to the tone of the scene. But that strip of skin looked warm and smooth, and she had a sudden yearning to feel it against hers.

She was wondering how he’d react to a polite request for nudity when he rose smoothly to his feet, grabbed something off the bed and stuffed it into his back pocket, then bent down and grabbed her arms. “Up you go.”

She squeaked, panic flaring when he pulled her up. For a moment she was hanging in the air, her bound ankles making her legs useless, his grip on her arms the only thing keeping her from falling and smashing her face on the floor. The sense of utter helplessness made her stomach lurch, but then he was setting her on her feet, steadying her with firm hands, and the moment passed.

She tossed her head back to get her hair out of her face, squeaking in alarm when she wobbled. His grip on her arms tightened, keeping her upright, andthank youwas on the tip of her tongue until she remembered she was supposed to be resisting.

Funny how it didn’t seem important to do that anymore.

Still, she had a role to play, so she ignored the urge to lean into him and worked up a scowl. She opened her mouth to snarl at him when he lifted her up by her arms, turned her to face the open doorway, and plunked her back onto her feet. He dropped his hands, forcing her to balance on her bound feet, and she’d barely managed to steady herself when he slapped her ass and said, “Walk to the living room, please.”

The smack caught her unaware, and she swayed dangerously before steadying again. When she was sure she wasn’t going to fall flat on her face, she risked a glance back at him. Her hair had fallen back into her face, but she didn’t dare try to flick it out again or she’d probably fall into the wall. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He slapped her other cheek, hard, making her wobble again. “Walk.”

“What are you, dense?” she asked, doing her best to sneer at him through the curtain of her hair. “I can’t walk with my feet tied together.”

“Hmmm.”

Her eyes were mostly hidden by her hair, so she figured it was safe to roll her eyes.

“That is a problem,” he continued, stroking his beard with one hand as he stared thoughtfully at her feet. “What you need is motivation.”

“What I need is my fucking feet untied,” she shot back, then frowned when he pulled something from his back pocket. “What’s that?”

He held it up, a plastic wand about the length of a ruler that fit easily in his hand. It was black on one end and red on the other, with the red end tapering down to a point. “You’ve never seen this before?”

Nerves jumped in her belly. “No. What is it?”

“Some people call it a zapper,” he replied and laid the point on her flank. “I call it motivation.”

She flinched, but nothing happened. At first. Then he pressed a button on the handle, and with a loud zapping noise and a flashing spark, a sharp, tingling pain hit. “Hey!”

“You’re well hydrated,” he observed, and hit the button again.

The buzz and the spark made her jump as much as the jolt of pain, and she teetered dangerously. He grabbed her arm with his free hand, holding her upright, and zapped her again.

“Cut that out!” she cried and squealed when he hit the button a fourth time.

“Better get walking, darling,” he said, one eyebrow raised and a devilish glint in his eye. He dragged the wand up so the point pressed into her right buttock, firmly enough that she could feel the metal prongs at the end of the plastic. “You keep standing here, you’re going to get zapped.”

He wasn’t bluffing. If she didn’t move, he’d zap her until she did. It hadn’t actually hurt that much, all things considered—a cane was worse. But she had no idea if there was a higher setting, and she couldn’t be sure he’d confine his ‘motivation’ to her butt. She wasn’t familiar with electrical play, but she seemed to remember reading it was best to stick to fleshy areas. That left quite a few possibilities, some of which she was eager to keep electricity-free.

The idea of him slipping that thing between her thighs and giving her pussy a jolt—her bare, tender, and very wet pussy—was enough to have her shuffling her feet forward a couple of inches.

“Atta girl,” he encouraged, and stepped with her, keeping the zapper pressed to her skin. “I knew you could do it.”

She gritted her teeth to hold back the string of insults that leapt to her tongue and concentrated on moving forward. He’d tied her ankles tightly, leaving barely any slack between them, so the best she could do was slide one foot forward, then the other, gaining an inch, perhaps two each time. It was painfully slow, and she figured it was only a matter of time before he decided she wasn’t moving fast enough.

“You’re not moving fast enough,” he said.

She heard the buzz and crackle of the electricity before she felt it, the noise almost worse than the sting. She tried to quicken her pace, but without her arms for balance she was afraid if she moved too fast, she’d fall flat on her face.

“I can’t move any faster,” she told him, breathless from both the effort of shuffling forward in inch increments and the anticipation of the inevitable jolt. “I’ll fall.”

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