Eternally Daydreaming

Naked and strapped to his dining table surrounded by stacks of books was not how she’d expected the date to end. She figured there’d be a short cab ride, a messy makeout in the backseat, then a dozen excuses why he had to get up early the next morning so he couldn’t stay over. “I have to fly to Burbank first thing- there have been several deaths in the last three months that directly mirror the style of a serial killer from the forties…”, “I’m giving a lecture at M.I.T. tomorrow afternoon…” 

As it was, there had been no excuses, no sad goodbye. There was desperate longing between them, and after four months without it, they were finally hooking up again. Although, she hadn’t expected it to be like this. 

Dr. Reid had carefully bound her wrists and ankles with white silk rope and meticulous knots, and arranged them so she was spread open on the table, her nakedness his to enjoy and explore. At first, he had droned on about trying something he’d read about, and while it didn’t surprise her, the activity did. 

Spencer carefully applied gold strips to her breasts, sticking them just above her nipples. She’d teased him that she’d prefer his pretty mouth on her tits, but he’d only smiled politely as if he hadn’t really heard her. 

Typical. Always more clinical than flirtatious. But, that was Spencer. 

Long, thin wires were then clipped onto the gold, each leading back to a small black box he positioned between her legs. 

“What exactly are we doing again?” she asked as more wired gold was adhered with a cool gel to her temples. 

Spencer squinted as he worked, making sure the wires were in place and the gel free of hair. “Gold is an excellent conductor. Most devices use simple gold plating now due to the cost of solid gold, but I thought this would be better done with the latter.” 

She clicked her tongue, confused. “Conductor?” 

As he moved away, Spencer dragged a single finger along her prone body, making her shiver. “Yes, for the electrical pulses,” he replied while her mind was busy being aroused. The finger turned at the crease of her inner thigh and dipped gently into her pussy. She shuddered, hips rising off of the table as he added his thumb. “Also, I thought the gold would look nice on you.” He looked up and smiled shyly. “I was right.” 

Y/N hummed and bit her lip, more concerned with the way he swirled his digits inside of her. Just as the wetness began to really flow, Spencer spread his fingers, and therefore, her pussy, wide open. 

Her head shot up from the table. “Wait- electrical pulses?”  

Spencer nodded. “Yes. We talked about this.” 

She felt a tight pinch as he attached a small clamp to her labia on the right, then another on the left. 

“The hell are you doing?” she yelped. Once they were on, the clips didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. “When the hell did we talk about this?” 

“Twenty two days ago.” 

She shook her head, unsure. “What? When?” 

Spencer tapped her clit with his thumb and she inhaled sharply. “Twenty two days ago. We were at Cafe Rondue, you had a pan au chocolat and wore that crimson blouse that I love.” He rubbed her clit a few more times until she could feel how hard it was. 

Her pussy throbbed. “You do like that top,” she said, almost panting as arousal washed through her. 

“I do.” He looked up with a true smile. “Brings out your eyes.” 

His compliment fell on nervous ears. Y/N’s head lolled to the side as she looked down at him. “So… you’re gonna electrocute me?” 

Spencer laughed gently. “Not exactly. I am going to use very low electrical currents to stimulate your nervous system in targeted ways that should increase sexual pleasure.” 

Her pussy leaked. “So you’re going to electrocute me.” 

He tapped her clit again and smirked. “Basically.” 

“Are- are you gonna put one on my clit?” Her hips arched off the table, her legs starting to shake.

“No.” He rubbed it gently counter-clockwise. “I’m just enjoying it.”

Y/N moaned in response and gasped as Spencer slid something into her pussy. It was cold, hard plastic and the tip bumped against her g-spot as he moved it around into place. 

“That’s um… that’s nice…” 

He hummed. “Hopefully it will be extremely nice in a moment.” 

She wanted to ask what he meant, but before she could open her mouth, Spencer flipped a switch on the black box and her entire world shivered. Colors bloomed in the dark apartment as electricity shot through her body. Her pussy clenched, her nipples hardened, her jaw dropped. 

Spencer watched, carefully monitoring her movements and the voltage. He’d read the research and knew exactly how long each pulse could be, how strong. She was safe, if not about to have her first orgasm in under a minute. 

“S-s-spencer!” 

He cut the power and Y/N gasped, breathing heavily as her body relaxed. 

“Holy fuck!” 

He cocked his head, observing. “Are you alright? That shouldn’t have been too much or painful at all. Are you hurting anywhere?” 

Y/N managed to shake her head, but not clear it. “No. No. Not pain. No. Fuck!”

“Good.” 

The switch flipped again and Y/N’s entire form burst with zapping pleasure that radiated from each gold strip. The buzzing was low and blissful, but the rod inside her cunt made everything so much stronger. She could barely draw a breath before she was cumming, hips lifting off of the table and limbs trembling. The pleasure never ceased. Instead, it rolled like a wave, up and down, over and over. The current slowed only to speed back up, shooting her through orgasm after orgasm until the shaking stopped and she lay twitching, limp and leaking.  

When her vision returned, Spencer was there, eyes piercing and concerned. She felt his hands beneath her head and on her cheek; heard his voice gently calling her name. 

She blinked and smacked her dry lips. “W-wow. That was a crazy ride.” 

Spencer sighed, seeing that she was alright. “Yeah. I think I miscalibrated how much you could take.”

Y/N laughed and craned her neck to kiss him. “Well, feel free to fuck up the math anytime, Spence…”

~

When she gagged again, he bucked his hips up hard and watched as her eyes rolled back to pure white. He loved fucking her brains out, loved the delicious noises she made when she bounced in his lap. But this- watching this braindead slut try to suck his soul from his dick- it was pure perfection. 

“Enjoyin’ yourself, love?” 

Y/N mumbled around his dick and nodded. 

“Yeah, you are. A right slut for my fat cock ain’t ya?” 

Her moan was loud, her cry when he grabbed her hair even louder. Yanked off of his cock, Y/N stared up at Butcher with wide, glazed eyes. Drool spilled down her face, leaking onto her bare tits. Her lips were red and swollen, numb from her work. 

“P-pl-lease-” 

Butcher laughed, his voice low and condescending. “Please what?” He leaned closer, scooting to the edge of the sofa. “You want somefing?”

She nodded, barely able to get the words out. Two words, that’s all she needed to say to get what she wanted, and Butcher knew how hard it would be. He reveled in her pathetic pout, and the way her body unconsciously thrust down on an invisible cock. 

“Ya gotta say it.” He gripped the base of his dick and bounced it gently. “Or ya ain’t getting it.” 

Y/N whined and squirmed, leaning back on her heels and arching her back. She stuck her naked tits out in offering, and while he enjoyed the sight, he wasn’t satisfied. 

His smirk was slick, his tone was arrogant. “Go on, now- say it. Tell me what it is you want most.”

“Your cock,” she moaned, tongue lolling out, eyes fluttering. “Want your cock so bad.” Trying to entice him, she wet a finger from the mess on her tits and dragged it down to her pussy. “Please.” 

Hazel eyes locked on her cunt, but he wasn’t swayed so easily. He clicked his tongue and stroked his cock slowly, keeping it rock hard for her. 

“Now that’s a good slut,” he praised, giving a little blush to her cheeks. “But I ain’t gonna fuck ya, oh no.” 

She whimpered and leaned forward, setting her hands on the floor. She looked up at him with pleading eyes and shining, fuck-worthy lips. 

“I’m gonna do you the honor of worshiping my cock all night.” He grinned, a perfect devil. “Then I’m gonna pump my load down your fucking throat until you’re full up on it. How does that sound?” 

Y/N gasped and popped up on her knees, wiggling her ass as if she had a tail. “Please, Butcher…” 

“Thought you’d like that…” He sat back again and spread his knees. “Now, get to work.”

She crawled up the edge of the couch and laid her hands on his thighs. She licked his cock from root to tip, teasing the pulsing vein with a delicious pressure. When she reached the tip, she took him all the way in, and Butcher produced a deep, guttural moan. 

“There she is. There’s my cock whore.” He grabbed a loose fistfull of her hair and held it out of her eyes, not for her comfort, but so he could watch his cock disappear down her throat again and again. “Nice and wet. How’s your cunt? As wet as your other hole?” She moaned around him and her back arched. “That’s right. You’re just a buncha holes for me to fuck. Ain’t nothing in the middle, just tits and holes.” The words made her shudder and she bobbed her head faster, sucking harder with each pass. 

Butcher grit his teeth and thrust up, jabbing the back of her throat. She gagged loudly and her body wretched. He loved it. 

Mercifully, he pulled her off, yanking her hair up and back so her chin was high, her throat exposed. He ran his free hand down her delicate neck and hummed. “Bet you love feelin’ my cock down your throat, don’tcha?” 

She let out a moan and he squeezed his fingers gently around her windpipe. “Yeah, you do. It’s all you’re good for. Taking my fat cock.” 

When her eyes widened and her lips trembled, he released her throat and enjoyed her gasping breath. He let her have one big inhale before shoving her face back down. She shuddered and sucked; that was all she could do. Suck and shake and moan desperately on his cock. 

Guided by his grip, Y/N swallowed him down in a rhythmic repeat that made her feel like she was following explicit instructions. Up, swirl tongue, down, swallow. Up, swirl tongue, down, swallow. Her pussy was dripping and her clit throbbed almost painfully. She loved it. 

The rhythm broke as Butcher began bucking his hips roughly and holding her head in place. She relaxed her lips and took every thrust, helpless in his big hands.

When the pleasure became too much, he pulled her face off and grabbed his dick again. As if on autopilot, Y/N’s tongue shot out, but he wasn’t ready to cum. Not just yet. Still holding her head tight, he slapped his cock across her right cheek, hard as he could. Her eyes rolled and she moaned. Again on the left and he was sure she’d almost cum. 

“Look at you. Such a fucking, filthy slut.” Another slap on the right. “Ya know, I might just call all the boys in to see what a cockwhore you are.” Again, harder. “Bet you’d love that.” He pulled her hair tighter, forced her chin up and her eyes to meet his. “Wanna let them watch, huh? Maybe even let ‘em join in? Give MM a turn at your fuck hole?”

She panted and bounced on the nothing between her legs. 

“Hmm… I just might.” He licked his lips and ran the tip of his cock down her waiting tongue. “But not tonight. Tonight you’re all mine.” He let her hair go, and she instantly went back to sucking. Her moans were getting louder, more frequent and desperate.

“You know what? You been a good slut for me. Why don’t you rub that needy cunt and make yourself cum? I ain’t fuckin’ doin’ it.”

Her hand shot down between her legs and Y/N cried out when her fingers sank inside. It felt too good; she wouldn’t last long. 

“There ya go. Fuck yourself hard, but keep sucking. You’re only good for suckin’ and fuckin’.”

His words crashed through her head and Y/N’s pussy clenched hard on her fingers, throbbing deep inside until a flood of wetness hit the floor. She trembled, barely able to keep her mouth on him while she came. 

Butcher enjoyed the sight and tapped the back of her head. Still shaking, she lifted her lips away and sat back. She looked up as he stood, sticking her tongue out and lifting her tits. 

“There’s a good girl.” 

Butcher fisted his cock, stroking fast until he growled and thrust his hips hard. He shot his hot load onto her tongue, her lips, her chin. It dripped down onto her tits and Y/N obediently scooped it up with two fingers and sucked them clean. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” he whispered, out of breath and exhausted. He fell back onto the sofa and patted the empty seat next to him. “Come ‘ere.” 

Her legs were numb, her jaw ached, and she was soaked head to toe. Out of steam, Y/N sank down into his lap and nuzzled her face into the scratchy crook of his neck. He held on and kissed her forehead. 

“You’re my good girl, you know that?” 

Y/N sighed happily and nodded, arms locking tight around his neck. “I know.”