Tease or be Tazed

Dahlia Sky’s wrists are cuffed wide on the bars. She feels every cold inch against her spine. Her nipples tighten in the chilled air. Aiden stands above her, flog heavy in her grip. Each strike lands hard, then the crop snaps fast across the same marks. Dahlia grits her teeth, rides it. The steady heat beats out the memory of shocks—until the clamps bite down on her swollen lips and pin them to the steel rail. She can’t close her thighs now. Every twitch pulls the clamps, sends fresh ache straight to her cunt. Aiden brings the cattle prod to her thigh and waits. Dahlia knows the game. She arches her hips, offers herself, fucks the air until Aiden gives a low laugh and drops the prod. In trade, two fingers slide deep, curling hard. Dahlia bucks. The clamps tug, her shoulders strain against the cuffs, and she keeps pushing, desperate, until her slick runs down the bars and Aiden finally lets her come.