Cumming By Copper

Alani Pi lies strapped to the floor between copper sheets and live wires coiled tight around her thighs. Every breath makes the metal hum against her skin. She can’t move. She belongs to the current. I turn the dial and feel her tense. Then I press two fingers inside her cunt while the voltage climbs. Her eyes flare. Her hips jerk against the ropes. Pain snaps through her legs and pleasure spikes between them in the same second. She comes hard, mouth open, body bucking like she’s trying to ride both sensations at once. I shock her again, harder, and she screams into the next orgasm before the first one fades. Sweat rolls down her ribs. I keep her on the edge, voltage spiking and dipping, my fingers never leaving her. She takes it all—every jolt, every command—and when it’s over she’s shaking, cunt dripping, eyes glassy. The copper leaves red lines across her legs. She doesn’t ask to be untied. She waits for whatever comes next.