Page 76 of The Sadist and the Brat

“What’s a girl gotta do to get laid around here?” she moaned and yelped when his hand landed firmly on the inside of her thigh.

“Obey,” he replied.

“That’s not exactly one of my strengths,” she pointed out.

“That’s what this is for, darling,” he said, and pulled the zapper out of his back pocket.

“Oh, shit,” she whined, and he would’ve bet the bottle of fifty-year-old McCallan in his liquor cabinet that she would’ve rolled right off the ottoman if she hadn’t been tied down. “Keep that thing away from my pussy.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“I mean it.” She squirmed, but the ropes held her firmly in place.

“That sounds like you’re giving me orders,” he mused, and drew the tip of the wand gently up her thigh. She jumped, panic widening her eyes. “Is that what you’re doing, Sadie?”

She shook her head wildly, her hands curling into fists as she yanked on the ropes. He wasn’t even sure she registered that he hadn’t hit the button, that it was only the cool metal prongs pressed against her skin.

“That’s good.” He slid the wand up her thigh, inching closer to her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but the ropes kept them apart. She could do nothing but writhe helplessly as he trailed the zapper up, up, up to the deep pink folds. “I’d hate to think you were trying to top from the bottom.”

She let out a high, thin whine, the muscles in her belly rippling when he gently tapped her labia, and the fear that leapt into her eyes was like a hot fist squeezing his cock.

“You wouldn’t top from the bottom, would you, Sadie?” he asked, sliding the wand down until he was sure she couldn’t see it. He stopped it on the tender skin between pussy and asshole and wasn’t at all surprised when she shut her eyes, squeezing them tight.

“No, no.” She held her breath, her eyes squeezed so tightly they almost disappeared. “I won’t, I promise.”

“Because if you did,” he went on mildly, “well, I’d have to punish you.”

He lifted the wand away from her skin and hit the button. The zapper flashed and sparked, emitting the loud buzz that accompanied the burst of electricity, and she jerked so hard the ottoman actually moved.

He laughed, delighted with her, and hit it again. The yelp she let out cut off abruptly, and her eyes popped open to stare at him.

He waggled the wand, held up between her knees where she could clearly see it, and grinned when she scowled. “Gotcha.”

“That was mean,” she accused.

Amused, he laid the wand back on her thigh and cocked an eyebrow. “I can be meaner.”

“I believe you,” she said fervently.

“Are you going to behave?”

She bobbed her head, eyes locked on the zapper. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She swallowed. “Yes, Boss.”

“Then I don’t need this,” he said, and laid the wand next to him on the couch. “But I’ll keep it close by, just in case.”

“Oh, goodie,” she muttered.

He laid his hands on the insides of her thighs, absorbing the quiver of her muscles. Partly from the stretch of the position, but there were nerves, too. “You be a good girl while I play, and you’ll get what you want. Can you be a good girl for me, Sadie?”

Her eyes widened. He could see everything in them, fear and lust and worry and need. So much need. “My track record in this area is not stellar.”

He chuckled and patted her thigh. “Well, then it’s lucky I’m not giving you a choice, isn’t it?”

Sadie swallowed hard and told herself there was no reason to be afraid. She had a safeword, and he knew her limits. Hell, they’d even gone over the parameters of the scene ahead of time, and she trusted him to stick to them. So there was no reason to be scared.

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