The cool tile of the kitchen counter bit into your hips as Kashimo slammed you forward, bending you over the edge with one ruthless shove. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the granite, but he didn’t give you time to steady yourself.
His fingers twisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back sharply until your spine arched. “Eyes on me,” he growled
The shock collar sat snug around your throat. He kept the remote in his free hand, thumb hovering over the button. It had been on for most of the night. Every time you’d tried to bite back, every time your legs shook too hard and you started to slip, he’d pressed it again. Sharp, stinging jolts that made your muscles seize and your pussy clench around his cock.
Another brutal thrust came—hitting so deep it punched the air from your lungs. You cried out, the sound raw.
“Fuck—Kashimo—”
He slapped your ass hard, the crack echoing through the kitchen. Before you could even gasp, he pressed the button.
The shock ripped through you—white-hot, blinding. Your whole body jerked, thighs trembling violently as your cunt fluttered and spasmed around his thick length. He groaned at the feeling, hips snapping forward even harder, fucking you through the aftershocks.
“That’s it,” he hissed, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back. “Milk my cock like the slut you are.”
He spit on your cheek, the warm saliva sliding down toward your open mouth. You whimpered, humiliated and aching, but you didn’t turn away. He liked you like this—messy, stupid, and weak.
Another sharp yank on your hair and he pulled you up higher, forcing you onto your tiptoes as he drove into you from behind. The angle made you see stars. The collar buzzed with warning against your skin.
“You’re going to cum again,” he ordered, “And you’re going to thank me while you’re doing it.”
His hand cracked across your ass again, harder this time, and he didn’t wait—he shocked you right as the orgasm slammed into you. The combination ripped a broken scream from your throat. Your vision whited out. Your pussy gushed around him, slick dripping down your thighs onto the kitchen floor as your body convulsed.
Kashimo laughed low against your ear, cruel and satisfied, still buried to the hilt inside you.
“atta girl.”
He didn’t pull out. He simply pressed the button again—while he started moving once more.
