Safeword: Davenport(30)

He climbed up behind her, saying, “Knees and elbows, pet."

She steadied herself with his help, and he pulled the electrode out of her pussy and buried himself to the hilt, her insides still quivering, not finished with the previous orgasm. He rode her forever, and her climax kept going, and going, and going. After an eternity of ecstasy he rolled her over, tenderly spreading her legs before running his hands up the insides from ankles to groin. Dana looked into his face and lost herself in the blue depth of his eyes as he positioned himself and gently slid back inside her.

He skimmed her cheek with his lips, teased his way to her mouth, his kiss a gentle dance. Remembering she could use her hands, she stroked his arms, fingers skating to his shoulders, sliding down his back. He shuddered, his gaze fixed on hers, and began moving his hips.

He made love to her, his body gliding in and out with long, slow strokes with no beginning or end. All she saw was his eyes, his face, and she felt as if he caressed her soul.

Her orgasm wasn't violent, but relaxed and gentle, sliding through her like silk. When Zach finally came, he leaned forward, his face buried in her neck as he went completely still. It did her heart good to know she wasn't the only one struck breathless by their passion.

He raised up long enough to get rid of the condom, tossing it onto a towel on the cart before collapsing beside her. No words were necessary as their legs and arms wove together of their own accord, a layer of comfortable bliss settling over her as she relaxed into his embrace.

Dana didn't drift off this time, and her brain began firing on all of its cylinders again as Zach's arm moved lethargically up her body to brush the hair from her face. “I should get the rest of my equipment off you. How do you feel?"

Her smile felt odd, trying to use the muscles the bit had interfered with earlier. “I'm good. Sir."

He sat up and gently pulled the plug from her ass before gingerly removing the hardware on her pussy lips and clit. She examined them, curious, and discovered he'd loosened alligator clamps with rubber bands on the handles, so they didn't bite all the way down—just tight enough to stay on without hurting. Until he applied the electricity, anyway.

Adhesive pads were taken off her breasts and back and she started to ask about them, as she hadn't felt any shocks on her back, but he leaned in and kissed her before she had a chance.

He pulled away from the kiss, smoothed her hair, and said, “Stay put, I won't be long."

He piled everything on the cart and pushed it out the door, returning a few minutes later with an icky green sports drink and a straw. He helped her sit up, so her legs were hanging off the side of the table, and handed the bottle to her.

"I don't like those, Sir."

"Deal with it. You need to replenish your electrolytes.” His voice softened. “Come on, just hold your breath and chug, get it over with."

She rolled her eyes at him and did as instructed; surprised it went down in two large drinks. She must have been thirstier than she'd realized.

"Good girl. We'll talk at length later, but is there anything I need to know now, that can't wait for discussion?"

She took a quick inventory and said, “No Sir, it was terrible as it was happening, but I'm fine now—just muscle fatigue and a little soreness, like overworked muscles, but no pain."

He took the empty bottle and gave her a peck on the lips. “Let's head upstairs. I had an idea as I watched you writhe on the table, a new way to make circuits build on themselves, and I'd like to note the basics while it's fresh in my head. To the bathroom with you first, then into the cage."

Put away. While he worked. A toy. A pet. Stored when not in use. God, she needed to come.

She could hear him busily typing in bed on his laptop as she lay in the locked cage. She wanted to play with herself, but knew he wouldn't approve.

He'd given no indication of how long she'd be here, and it'd be easier to enjoy if she knew whether he intended thirty minutes or two hours. This cage had played into her fantasies for so long; actually being in here was almost too much to bear.

As she contemplated how upset he'd be if he caught her playing with herself, she heard him close the laptop and set it on his nightstand. She hadn't been in long, maybe fifteen minutes, tops, and was almost disappointed at the prospect of being released so soon. However, when he squatted down to peer through the bars, she realized how happy she was to have him back.

"Hello, pet. How're you holding up?"

Horny. “I'm good, Sir. And you?"

He smiled. “I got to play with electricity; I'm a pretty happy camper. It's nearly eight, and you've had a long day."

He pulled the key from around his neck and gently helped her out. He'd already turned the bed down, and he pulled the blanket over her as she got in, gesturing to the bottle of water sitting on the nightstand. “I'd like to see you drink at least half, more if you want."