Chapter 17
Electricity!
Never in her wildest imaginings had Sadie expected this.
She’d never tried it before, never even thought about it, but boy, did it pack a punch.
Sadie's entire body quivered as another jolt coursed through her.
Her muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily, sending waves of sensation rippling across her skin.
She gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
The next shock was more intense, making Sadie arch her back and cry out. It bordered on painful, but in the most delicious way. Her nerve endings sang, every cell in her body humming with electric energy.
Sadie squirmed against her restraints, the metal pulsing with a latent, peripheral charge, torn between wanting to escape the overwhelming sensations and craving more.
"You're taking it so well," Saul murmured approvingly, as she bit down hard on the silicone phallus gag. "Such a good girl."
His praise sent a different kind of thrill through her. Sadie felt herself getting wetter, her arousal building with each carefully controlled shock.
She'd never felt so alive, so aware of every inch of her body. Normally, she craved the pain of a severe whipping. Needed to get herself out of her head. But that pain didn’t necessarily excite her. Her psyche was too messed up with her history of abuse for that.
This, though... this was something else entirely. The electricity danced across her skin, igniting nerve endings she didn't even know she had. It wasn't just pain; it was pure sensation - intense, overwhelming, and utterly intoxicating.
Another jolt hit her, stronger this time, and Sadie's whole body jerked. She moaned around the gag, drool trickling down her chin. Her thighs trembled, slick with arousal. She was so close already, teetering on the edge of orgasm. She couldn’t believe it.
Saul's fingers traced along her inner thigh, teasing. "You're loving this, aren't you?" he purred. "Such a dirty little pain slut."
Sadie whimpered in response, way beyond words, even if she didn’t have a cock shaped gag in her mouth. Yes, yes, yes, her body screamed. She needed more. Craved it with every fiber of her being.
The next shock came without warning, right to her most sensitive spots as the thick dildo inside her thrummed with the current.
Sadie shrieked, her back arching off the bed as the intensely painful pleasure exploded through her.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as Saul kept the electricity flowing, drawing out her climax until she was a quivering, sobbing mess.
When the shocks finally stopped, Sadie collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her entire body tingled, aftershocks of sheer ecstasy still rippling through her overstimulated nerves. She felt utterly spent, wrung out in the most delicious way.
Saul's hands were on her then, rough as he removed the electrodes and then slid the dildo from her wet heat.
He pulled her towards him until her arms strained in the cuffs attached to the headboard, then, with the gag still in her mouth, he thrust into her with a single, brutal motion.
Sadie cried out around the gag, her oversensitive body both recoiling from and craving the intense sensation.
Saul set a punishing pace, pounding into her mercilessly.
His fingers dug into her hips, sure to leave bruises.
Sadie's mind went blank, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure-pain.
All she could do was feel - the stretch of him inside her, bigger even than the dildo which had felt huge - the ache of her restrained arms, the lingering tingles from the electricity.
"You liked that, didn’t you? Loved it." Saul growled, his voice rough with lust. "Tell me. Tell me you’ll submit to me like this again."
He yanked the gag from her mouth, allowing Sadie to gasp out, "Yes!”
Her words seemed to drive Saul wild. He fucked her harder, one hand moving to grip her throat. Sadie's vision started to go fuzzy around the edges as he squeezed, cutting off her air supply. The lack of oxygen heightened every sensation, pushing her towards another climax.
Just as spots began to dance before her eyes, Saul relaxed his grasp.
Sadie sucked in a desperate breath, her whole body shuddering as oxygen flooded back in.
The rush sent her careening over the edge into another intense orgasm.
She cried out, clenching around Saul's cock as heady waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Saul groaned, his rhythm faltering as Sadie's inner muscles pulsed around him. With a final hard thrust, he came, spilling himself deep inside her.
For several long moments, they stayed like that, both panting heavily as they came down from their shared high. Finally, Saul pulled out and collapsed beside her on the bed. He reached up to unlock the cuffs around Sadie's wrists, gently massaging feeling back into her arms.
"You okay?" he asked softly, a note of concern in his voice.
Sadie nodded, still too breathless to speak. Her entire body felt like jelly, pleasantly sore and utterly spent. She'd never experienced anything quite like that in her entire life.
Saul pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, and Sadie surprised herself by nestling against his chest, feeling unusually safe and protected in his embrace.
It was such a contrast to the intensity of moments before, but although she normally didn't allow this kind of intimacy, she craved his aftercare right now.
Her body was still trembling slightly, little aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her.
"That was..." she trailed off, unable to find the right words.
"Intense?" Saul supplied, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back, and she didn’t even flinch at the thought of him feeling the scars there.
Sadie nodded against his chest. "Yeah. Intense. But… amazing."
She felt Saul's lips curve into a smile against her hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Even though I can tell how begrudging your praise is."
His approval sent a warm glow through her, different from the sharp thrill of before, but no less potent. Sadie found herself relaxing further into his embrace, her eyelids growing heavy.
"Rest now," Saul murmured, pulling the blankets up over them both. "We can talk more later."
Sadie wanted to protest, to maintain some semblance of her usual detachment, but she was too exhausted.
Her body felt boneless, sinking into the mattress as a deep, sated exhaustion settled over her.
She knew she should leave, should maintain the emotional distance she always kept with her sexual partners.
But Saul's arms around her felt so good, so safe. And she was tired. So, so tired. Not just from the past few nights’ disrupted sleep, but from years of never being fully able to relax.
But Saul’s magic had allowed her to do just that.
Normally, after a good whip session, she was able to get out of her head. But during the pain of the aftermath, when the endorphins no longer coated her flayed nerve endings, things became uncomfortable and didn’t help her sleep at all. This was totally different. Completely sublime.
Just this once, she told herself as her eyes drifted closed. She'd allow herself this moment of vulnerability, this brief respite from her demons, just this once.
It was later in the night, as she hovered on the edge of her familiar nightmares, that past traumas came back to haunt her.
Flashes of her past - of pain and betrayal, of hands that hurt instead of healed.
Sadie tensed, her breath catching in her sleep as the familiar panic started to rise in her subconscious.
Saul must have sensed the change in her, because his arms tightened around her protectively. "Shh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you."
Instinctively, still half asleep, she settled.
There was something about Saul that made her feel secure in a way she hadn't in years. She forced herself to take a deep breath, focusing on the solid warmth of his body against hers, anchoring her to the reality that told her none of the pictures in her head were real. It was just her mind playing nasty little tricks on her vulnerable sleeping state, where the walls she built around herself during her waking hours didn’t exist.
And every time Sadie drifted in and out of a restless sleep, fragments of nightmares interspersed with moments of peaceful warmth.
Each time the dark memories threatened to overwhelm her, Saul's steady presence pulled her back.
His arms around her, his scent enveloping her, grounded her in the present. Lessened the impact of her nightmares.
“You're safe,” he whispered when she stirred.
To her surprise, Sadie found herself believing him.