“You know what this is, boy?” he asked as he touched it to my nipples.
I moaned with pleasure, feeling the sensation zing through my body.
“I call it the interrogator,” he said flatly, moving it up and down my sides.
That’s where I was the most ticklish. I started to giggle as he moved the purring head of the wand down my sides.
I laughed as I struggled against the restraints, creating a sensation that was a strange yet delicious combination of pain and pleasure.
It was weird — it was like Adam had all of the control, but he was just borrowing it from me. I could tell him to stop at any time if I said red. The power made everything all the hotter.
“Mmm— oh! —Ahahah!” My laughter came out in spurts, punctuated by my moans and mewling.
“S-stop!” I cried, though I didn’t mean it. Not really. I wanted this torture to keep going.
Adam looked into my eyes, watching my expression carefully. When he saw that I was enjoying it, he kept going.
“Tell me where the money is, boy,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Or things are going to get really difficult for you.”
“Never!” I shouted, wanting to push all of my senses to the brink.
“Fine,” he said, turning up the dial on the speed of the vibrations.
The hum from the device shifted to a higher pitch as the machine went into overdrive.
“Ahahah! Oh — oh God— ahahah!” I cried, writhing against the ropes.
Pleasure and sensation coursed through my body. I loved this — this was divine.
After a few seconds of Adam using the wand on my sides, he turned down the vibration speed and the device settled into a low hum. Then he moved it down to my waistline.
I stopped struggling so much and had a moment to catch my breath.
He moved the head of the magic wand over my hipbones, and I was surprised as a different pleasurable sensation overtook me.
This was… this was like a light smattering of pleasure that seared through my body. It wasn’t quite tickling, but it wasn’t entirely pleasurable either.
“One more time. Where is the money?” Adam asked, his eyes so dark they were almost black.
“I— I don’t know,” I said, wondering how he’d react to that.
He chuckled. “You’re a little liar.”
Then he moved the wand down to the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.
“Oh…” I moaned as I writhed against the rope.
The sensation was pleasurable, but carried with it the threat of pain. The anticipation was divine.
As if he was brushing my body with paint, he moved the wand up and down my flesh with smooth strokes, getting closer to my crotch each time.
Everything in me wanted him to touch my hard cock with the tip of that wand, and at the same time wanted him to stay far away from it.
It was… confusing. But pleasurable nonetheless.
As he moved the vibrations closer and closer to my junk, I tensed.
Then right when he was about to touch it, he stopped. Taking the wand away, he turned it off.
“This isn’t working. We’re going to have to do something a little more intense to get this information out of you,” he said in his cop voice.
Then in the blink of an eye, he was on the bed next to me.
“Turn over, boy!” he barked.
I struggled against the restraints, trying to turn over, but I was bound too tightly.
His eyes gleamed as he watched me.
Then without a word, he grabbed the ropes on either side of me and flipped me over like I weighed nothing.
I was on my hands and knees in front of him, my bare ass exposed to his hands.
He moved one of his palms across the roundness of my ass, pattering his fingers on my flesh as he went.
“You know what’s coming, don’t you?” he teased in his deep, husky voice. Drumming his fingers on my other cheek, he said, “One more time. Where is the money?”
“It’s… it’s… I spent it, sir,” I said into the sheets.
He smacked my ass lightly, repeatedly, so that the spot where he was rapping his fingers on started to smart.
“Ah— ah…” I moaned, feeling the electric sensation course through me. Straddling the line between pain and pleasure caused a new type of satisfaction to flow through my body.
He kept smacking my ass, giving harder and harder smacks each time.
“You like this, boy?” he asked.
“Y-yes, sir!” I said.
“You deserve this, don’t you?” he asked, his voice flat and hard.
“Y-yes, sir!” I repeated.
Then he leaned down and licked my ass cheek where I’m sure there was a red mark forming.
His hot saliva felt like a salve on the red mark.
Then he blew on the wet spot, sending the shiver of ice through me.
I thought I was going to come just from that.
“Mmm,” I moaned as the icy sensation sparkled through me.
Just as soon as the feeling wore off, he began smacking that same spot again.
I was moaning and writhing against the ropes as he repeated that— getting me all worked up on pain, then soothing me with that cooling sensation.
The ropes were biting into me, keeping me in place as he had his way with me.
It felt like I’d been edging for the entire session while we were doing this. I was ready to explode.
As if sensing my gaping need for him, Adam stroked my ass with gentle hands as if he was spreading lotion across the spots he’d smacked.
There was a pause, and I felt the bed shift as he leaned over and opened the drawer of the nightstand.
Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he’d found some lube in there.
My face was down in the sheets, my ass up to face him. He reached down by my hips and pulled me up so that my ass was a little higher.
“Tell me where the money is,” he said dangerously, smearing lube all around my asshole.
“Never,” I said, my hand grabbing a bunch of the blanket and squeezing.
He continued moving a finger around and around my asshole.
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