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ZAP
“OW!” You cradle your hand against your chest and scowl at Johnathan, who was laughing at the pain he had just inflicted onto you. The small taser he had just stung you with flashed in his hand as he giggled at your pouty face.
“Come on, that didn't hurt that bad!” He pushed his dreads out of his face, carefully tucking them behind his ear. The taser was one of those keychain tasers to attack pickpockets and rabid animals with, not your sweet, loving girlfriend, but clearly Johnathan didn't get the memo. He had been chasing you around with it for the past few minutes, trying to convince you that it wouldn't hurt that much and maybe it would even feel good.
“Easy for you to say! You're not the one being tormented with it.” You examined the area on your arm that he had hurt, the pain slowly subsiding, but your feelings were still hurt.
“Say you're sorry!” Jonathan rolled his eyes and set the taser on the side table by the couch.
“You’re such a baby, you know that? But fine, if it'll make you stop pouting, then I'm sorry.” He was not sorry; that was made obvious by the smirk on his face that he was trying to suppress.
“I’ll let you taste me to make up for it.” Your eyes lit up, and you quickly jumped up to grab the taser before he changed his mind.
“Oh, now you aren’t so wounded, are you?” He lay down on the couch to let you straddle his waist.
“Where do you want me to tase you?” Despite your earlier annoyance, you were feeling a bit merciful. His hands traced the curve of your hips, admiring your body as you excitedly squirmed, eager to have your revenge.
“My thigh.” He answered simply, and you smirked and held the taser to his dick through his pants.
“NOT THERE!” He grabbed your wrist and moved it to his leg. Giggles escaped your lips as you tased his leg, expecting him to gasp in pain, but instead he let out a soft moan.
“That feels good.” His hand on your wrist pressed the taser to his leg again. “More,” he pleaded, his eyes a bit clouded.
“You sick fuck, that can’t possibly feel good.” Still, you tased him again, enjoying the way he moaned at the pain. After he writhed in the feeling for a moment, he moved the hand that held the taser back to his dick.
“Maybe just one little zap, not too much though.” He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation as you let the tiny jolt of electricity bite at the sensitive skin through his pants.
“OH FUCKKKKKKKK.” He groaned pitifully, though he was now fully erect.
“That’s what you get for buying this thing; I hope that hurts too.” You toss the taser back onto the side table. Jonathan chewed on his lip, still reeling from the shock. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time, like being overstimulated after an orgasm but immediately chasing another. It was a bearable pain, like burning your fingers with wax.
“Seems like you've made another problem for yourself.” You teasingly ground your palm into the bulge in his pants.
“That’s why I have you in my lap and why I bought the taser in the first place.” You slip your hands under his shirt and gently tug at the hair on his stomach.
“Ow!” He dug his fingers into your waist, but he didn't push you away, signaling to you that he was enjoying the feeling. You pulled your hands away for a moment to pull at his shirt, but instead he took the opportunity to flip you onto your back and immediately sank his teeth into your neck. You weren't as much of a slut for pain as he was; no one could match his love for the adrenaline he got when the familiar sting of pain flooded his senses, but he loved to inflict that pain onto you, and his favorite way to do that was by biting you.
“Owwwwwww! Ow! Okay, stop, you vampire!” You smacked him and tried to pull him off of you. His mouth moved down to your shoulder as his hands pulled your shirt up. Small kisses were peppered sweetly over the bite marks he left behind. He roughly squeezed your boobs through your bra until he hastily pulled the fabric up and his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin. Soft, needy moans left your body with each gasping breath.
“You’re so soft.” He whimpered, finally biting down roughly into your side by your hip.
“And you're hurting me!” You huffed, trying to push his head away from your stomach. Reluctantly, he pulled away, but instead of moving to comfort you, he grabbed your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, quickly making the backs of your thighs his new target for abuse. Your pants were quickly pulled down to your knees, and he bit the soft skin of your legs.
“I want to hurt you from the inside, let you tase me while I fuck you, and cover your neck in bite marks.” He mumbled against your warm skin, his body adjusting to lie between your legs. Despite your earlier teasing with the small yet painful weapon, you were starting to get more and more worked up as his bites turned into gentle nibbles the closer he got to the edge of your underwear. While his mouth was occupied, he pushed the thin fabric to the side to push a finger into you.
“God, you're so wet, just from this? Did you like the taser that much?” He knew damn well you hated that taser, but it did turn you on to see how much he had enjoyed it.
“I know I did, maybe a little bit too much.” He pulled away again to look up at you through his place between your thighs. The sight of you flustered and soaking wet from his teasing was making the strain in his pants worse. Quickly he sat up and pulled your pants and underwear all the way down with a sharp tug, then he sat back against the cool fabric of the couch that contrasted the fever-like heat he was feeling from seeing you like this. You climbed into his lap and tugged at his belt and zipper, leaving a few bites on his neck simultaneously. You were trying to be gentle as you clumsily pulled at his clothes while biting him, but then you realized that you could get him back for biting you too. A hand moved to his hair as you tugged on it. Forcing his head back to bite down hard on his neck. He didn't protest; instead, he moaned and shifted to pull his pants down enough to release his dick from the confines of his pants.
Reaching an arm over to the side table for a minute, he grabbed the taser once again and wrapped his other arm around your waist to pull you closer.
“I want you to tase me while I fuck you.” His words were rough and shaky, and before you could say anything, he pulled your hips all the way down onto his dick.
“OW” you gasped at the sudden intrusion.
“If it hurts, then hurt me.” You experimentally shocked his arm, which only made him fuck you harder; it was an equal exchange. He would hurt you, you would hurt him in retaliation, and that would just make him slam into you harder.
“D-do it again.” He gasped and pushed you onto your back to push deeper as part of his exchange. You whimper at the pain and shakily shock his arm again.
“Oh fuck, keep doing that.” He pushed his palm against your stomach, making you squirm. You go to tase him again, but he snatches it out of your hand and tases your thigh. Though painful, it's enough to push you over the edge.
“Did it really feel that good?” He laughs and looks down at the cum that was leaking out of you onto the couch as he pushed in and out of you. He leans down and kisses you before taking his glasses off and putting them on your face. You look up at him in confusion.
“I want you to look at me when I cum on your face.” Before you can object, he pulls out and directs the warm stream of cum onto your chin, letting it splatter onto his glasses and roll down your chin.
“See, that didn’t hurt now, did it?”