She’s plugging the neon wand into the wall.
“So…I can talk now.”
He didn’t quite raise an inflection so it could be seen as declarative depending on her mood.
She has decided to use the accessory that looks like a comb.
She allowed it, leaving the paddle inside waiting to hear the raise of the voice, the peak with the mark at the end. She turns the wand on near his ear purposefully so all he can hear is the buzz. He inhales a bit. She waits.
She combs his chest hair and watches him squirm.
“My electric wand and boy, you just used your only question.”
She runs it down his stomach close to his groin.
“Guess its time for our next story.”
He moves a bit, which is as much as he can in the restraints.
“It’s called The Woman Who Walked for Miles.”
She begins to move the comb down his legs and sits comfortable next to him.
“One question. Repeat after me: I may only ask one question in between each story.”
His lips are parted and his arms are dotted with goosebumps.
“I may only ask one question in between in each story.”
She kissed his lips and began.