The Challenge

“First I need to get a baseline on your pain threshold.” He touched the exposed end of the wire to the side of her leg just above the knee. The shock wasn’t as bad as she expected although it did make her jump. It was no worse than a shock of static electricity.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” He asked.

“No, I suppose not.” She conceded.

“Good.” Guerrero laughed. “If you’re going to be honest, this will be a lot more enjoyable for both of us.”

Ilsa cringed as she realised that if she’d been a bit smarter about things she could have pretended it was a lot more painful than it really was. She had unwittingly guaranteed that Guerrero would increase the intensity of the next shock. Sure enough he adjusted the dial and touched the wire to her leg for a second time.

“Ow!” Her leg twitched of its own accord when the shock stung her leg.

“I think we can do better than ‘ow’ Ilsa.” He fiddled with the dial again and touched the wire to her leg for the third time. This time she let out a wordless cry of pain as her leg didn’t so much as twitch as convulse.

“How did that feel?” He asked calmly.

“How do you think it felt? It bloody hurt!”

Guerrero laughed and turned the dial back a bit.

“This should serve, for the purpose of our demonstration anyway.”

This time he applied the wire to her other leg and although it made her twitch and yelp at the sting, it was not the intensely painful kick of the previous shock.

“Context.” He said. “The same pain in different contexts does different things to people.”

“Pain is pain, Mr Guerrero. I understand that some people seem to enjoy it but let me assure you, I am not one of those people!”

Guerrero leaned in close and spoke softly: “Are you sure of that Ilsa? How can you be certain?”

She was just forming a reply when the wire grazed against her hip sending a shooting sensation through her pelvis and making her gasp. It hurt, but if she was honest with herself she had to acknowledge that it was a good sort of hurt, kind of hurt that made her body buzz and her underwear damp.

Guerrero smiled as her face flushed.

“How was that?” He asked.

“Um…” Ilsa bit her lip nervously. She could lie but something about Guerrero’s expression told her that he already knew that she had found an unexpected pleasure in his lesson. “Not so bad?” she ventured.

“Not so bad.” He repeated, smiling and shaking his head. “Shall we try that again?”

He touched the wire to her other hip and this time Ilsa moaned softly as the shock lit up her senses and she became very aware of the damp heat that was growing more urgent between her legs.

“Well?”

“It felt… good.” Ilsa reluctantly admitted.

Guerrero grinned at her embarrassing admission.

“It’s a cliché that there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, Ilsa, but it is true. I have just given you a little taste of that. But you need to remember that it is such a very fine line. With this same battery I could stop your heart.”

“But you won’t.” She replied a little breathlessly. “I trust that you won’t.”

“No,” he sighed, “I won’t. But I can see you understand the possibilities.”

Ilsa nodded as she stared at the wire in his hand. Guerrero followed her gaze and smiled. He touched the wire against her hip and she moaned.

“The lesson is over now Ilsa. I will stop if you ask me too.”

“Don’t!” She pleaded as he started to step back. “I… I don’t want you to stop.”

Ilsa could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. Guerrero had said the lesson was over which would surely mean the whole ordeal was over and she could go home, but he had woken something inside her, something that didn’t want him to stop. Her entire body was aching to be touched.

“Ilsa, if I continue… you know it won’t be a few little shocks don’t you? I meant it when I said I wouldn‘t harm you and it would be dangerously easy to get carried away with this game.” He indicated the car battery.

“I trust you Mr Guerrero. You said you wouldn’t do any damage to me and I believe you.”

He carefully laid down the wire and stood so close to her that their noses were almost touching.

“I need a little more than just your trust Ilsa.” He said softly.

She leaned forward a little and closed the gap between their lips, giving him a slightly hesitant kiss, which he returned surprisingly gently.

“I want this Guerrero.” She whispered when he pulled away. Her eyes were squeezed shut so she wouldn’t have to suffer the indignity of seeing the look of triumph on his face. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Guerrero’s body pressed against her own, the hardness at her hip telling her that he too was aroused. She felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when she realised he was un-cuffing her hands. She opened her eyes and saw Guerrero, far from gloating over his victory, was merely looking thoughtful as he rubbed her cold numb hands between his own.

“If I left you cuffed like that much longer the blood supply to your hands could have been compromised.” He explained.

Ilsa nodded and winced as the sudden onset of pins and needles announced the return of both blood supply and feeling to her hands. She wondered if the moment between had passed or if Guerrero had simply been toying with her.

He dropped down to a crouch and released her ankles from the shackles and Isla wondered if, with his face roughly level with her crotch, he could smell her desire.

Guerrero stood up suddenly and pushed her roughly back against the wall, knocking the breath out of her as he pinned her shoulders to the wall with his hands. Neither of them spoke as they stared at each other. Ilsa tried to lean forward to initiate another kiss but Guerrero hands held her firmly against the wall.

“I told you Ilsa, those panties are staying on until you beg me to take them off.”

“Then take them off.” She said, through clenched teeth.

“That doesn’t sound much like begging.” He muttered in her ear before gently nipping at her earlobe.

Stubbornness almost got the better of her but when she thought about all the indignities she’d already suffered at the hands on Guerrero that night what did one more matter? He was disinclined to give her much breathing space to think it over though as his mouth left her earlobe and began kissing her throat and his hands slid down from her shoulders to cup her breasts. She moaned as his thumbs teased her nipples to hard peaks.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was anyone but Guerrero that was kissing his way down to her breasts and taking her swollen nipple into his mouth. She moaned again as his tongue flickered across it but was dragged back to the reality that it was Guerrero coaxing the sounds of pleasure from her when his teeth nipped at her. She felt one of his hands sneak down across her belly and slip between her legs. Her breathing came hard and fast as she felt his fingers rub against the lacy of her panties.

“Please Guerrero…” She suddenly found she didn’t care anymore if she had to beg for what she wanted. “Please rip my panties off. I’m begging you…”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Guerrero literally ripped the lacy undergarment from her body and tossed it aside. His mouth crashed against her in a fierce kiss that left her stunned and breathless as his tongue invaded her mouth. She put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with more passion than she ever thought herself capable of, and with Guerrero of all people!

His hand moved against her again and it felt all the more intense without the barrier of lacy underwear. She moaned into his mouth as the intensity built up bringing her closer to orgasm. With out warning Guerrero suddenly slipped his fingers inside her whilst his thumb continued to grind against her. She broke away from the kiss as she struggled for breath and Guerrero resumed kissing and biting at her neck.

The sensation of his fingers sliding in an out of her was almost too much for her to bare but when he flexed them inside her, finding her g-spot, she let out a cry that was almost a scream as she came, soaking his hand with her juices.

Guerrero abruptly withdrew his hand and grabbed Ilsa’s wrists. She limply allowed herself to be dragged over to the sofa but was surprised when he stopped her from flopping down on to its grubby but inviting cushions. She was about to ask him why he’d dragged her over to the sofa if they weren’t go to use it when he spun her round so her back was to him and he bent her over the back of the sofa. Realisation dawned on Ilsa as she heard Guerrero unbuckle his belt and undo his flies.

His hand reached between her thighs and she felt him pump his fingers into her again. She felt totally humiliated lying bent over a filthy sofa in a decrepit warehouse as her most notorious employee coaxed her towards another orgasm but she could bring herself to make it stop. She trusted Guerrero completely now and he’d said he wouldn’t force her. She knew it was her decision to take all of this further than Guerrero’s demonstration and it was her decision to beg Guerrero to do this. She ached for him now.

Guerrero withdrew his hand again, apparently satisfied that she was suitably lubricated. She felt him rub the head of his cock against her bruised and aching clitoris. He was teasing her.

“Fuck me Guerrero!” She begged. “Just fuck me! Now!”

He slammed his cock in to her hard making her cry out his name. He pulled back slowly, making them both moan, before driving in to her again. He repeated this over and over as Ilsa cried out his name and he dug his fingers into her hips. As he felt her climax build he started to speed up and drag her back to meet every thrust. Ilsa’s climax seemed to take both of them by surprise and she actually screamed as her body clenched around Guerrero. He didn’t last much longer and he pulled Ilsa towards him arching her body back against his own and biting down into her shoulder to muffle the deep groan as he emptied himself inside her.

They stood there for a moment, Ilsa swaying slightly but still gripped firmly in Guerrero’s arms as their breathing eventually slowed to a more normal rhythm. Eventually, he released her and pulled away. By the time Ilsa turned around he had already done up his flies and his belt. Seeing him standing there fully clothed reminded her of her own nudity. She self consciously folded her arms in front of her in an attempt to cover her breasts that she knew was ludicrous given the events of the evening. Guerrero laughed.

“What happens now?” She asked as Guerrero walked over to his car and retrieved a small holdall from the back seat.

“Now I take you home.” He said as he tossed her the bag.

She opened it and was relieved to find it contained clothing although it was not her own. Guerrero had provided her with a pair of old sweatpants and a faded t-shirt, probably his own. She decided that it was probably not a good idea to point out to Guerrero that the garments he had provided for her were a poor substitute for the expensive silk negligee he had ruined. She slipped them on without comment.

Ilsa was a little surprised to look up to see Guerrero holding the passenger door to his car open for her like a chauffeur.

“I’m not riding in the trunk this time then?” She asked, smiling at the familiar gesture of a man holding open a door for her after the extreme oddness of the night’s events.

“I’ve made my point Mrs Pucci.” He replied politely, surprising her by his unusually form of address. “But the trunk is always an option. I just thought you might be more comfortable sitting up front with me.”

She watched him carefully until she detected a slight switch to the corner of his mouth. He was teasing her. She gave him a dazzling smile and got into the passenger seat. She looked up at him as he was about to shut the door for her.

“I trust your judgement implicitly Mr Guerrero.”

He smiled and closed the car door. She only just caught what he muttered as he walked around to the driver’s side.

“About fucking time.”