Alternative Title: Mike the Lineman is an Incorrigible Shit Disturber with an E-Stim Kink

Mike's idea of a perfect day was unfolding in the predawn light. The kids were with his parents for the weekend, the house was silent, and the woman he adored was sleeping naked in their bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. A familiar, dark thrill coiled in his gut. He had plans for Hannah today. He'd been thinking about it for weeks. She remained blissfully unaware that it was the whole reason he’d arranged for the kids to stay with his parents in the first place.

He moved silently from the closet, the soft click of the drawer masked by her gentle breathing. His heart hammered against his ribs as he laid out his tools on the nightstand: the sleek, black control box, the coil of wire, the polished steel shock collar, the leather cuffs, and the new silicone E-Stim plug, appropriately called the Zeus. The anticipation was a physical thing, a heat spreading through his veins and pooling in his groin.

He watched her for a moment, the rise and fall of her chest, the way a strand of blonde hair stuck to her cheek. She looked angelic in her sleep and was usually soft-spoken and docile  . That's what made this so perfect. He knew from years of experience that when she woke up and realized what he had in mind she was going to give him hell. .

He started with the collar. Her skin was warm under his fingers as he carefully fastened it around her slender neck, the cool metal a stark contrast. He made sure it was tight enough to work but not so tight the prongs would dig in. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but didn't wake. Next, the cuffs. He secured one around her wrist, her arm shifting limply on the mattress. He was just attaching the second cuff when her eyes fluttered open.

"Mike?" Her voice was thick with sleep. Then her gaze fell to the control box, to the collar around her neck, to the leash he was in the process of clipping to the ring on the headboard. 

Her eyes widened, and the fog of sleep instantly evaporated, replaced by a fiery, defiant spark. 

"Mike, you son of a bitch! Not this shit again!" she hissed, yanking at the cuff on her wrist. She tried to roll away, her body a beautiful, struggling arch of muscle.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Yes, this shit again. The kids are gone, baby. It's just you and me." He caught her flailing leg, his grip firm. "Now be a good girl and let me get this plug in you."

"A kinky little psycho is what you are!" she spat, trying to kick him away. Her foot connected with his thigh, a playful but sharp blow. It only made him harder.

"That's enough of that," he growled, a grin tugging at his lips. He snagged her other ankle, ignoring her curses, and secured it to the opposite bedpost. Then he did the same with her other wrist, leaving her spread-eagled and helpless on the bed. "There. Much better."

He took his time applying the conductive gel, his fingers slicking the cold metal of the plug. Her eyes followed his every move, a mix of indignation and a dawning, reluctant arousal in her gaze. He positioned it at her tight rear entrance, teasing her. "Ready?"

"Go to hell," she shot back, but her voice hitched as he began to press it inside. “You’re going to end up on the news: Local Hydro Worker Arrested for Manslaughter in Erotic Electrostimulation Incident.”

He chuckled as he worked the plug in slowly, twisting gently until it was seated firmly, causing Hannah to whimper. He stood back, admiring his handiwork. His wife, bound and ready for him. His cock strained against his sweatpants.”I’m not going to kill you, Hannah. I know what I'm doing.”

He picked up the remote, his thumb hovering over the button. "Let's start with a gentle wake-up call, shall we?"

He pressed the button. A low, buzzing hum filled the room, and Hannah's body went rigid. Her back arched off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat. The current pulsed through the collar, a visible tremor running through her neck.

"Oh, you bastard!" she panted as he released the button.

He laughed, the sound rough with arousal. "What's the matter, darling? Too much for you already?" He pressed the button for the plug. A deeper, more intense shock this time. Her hips jerked, and a strangled moan escaped her.

“Turn down the—" Michael’s name caught in her throat as the current bit into her skin. When she spoke again, the crisp, flat voice she had cultivated over a decade was entirely gone. Her jaw stiffened, her pitch dropped an octave into her chest, and her syllables stretched into a dangerous, icy drawl "You lower that damn voltage, Michael!" she wriggled beneath him, bare breasts heaving. "My heart all but stopped!"

"You’re funny when you get an accent," he taunted, his eyes glued to the way her body writhed. He alternated between the collar and the plug, watching her fight against the restraints, her defiance a stunning spectacle. He shocked her again, and she glared at him.

"Hush, you common thing." she snapped, her breath coming in ragged gasps.”I hate you.”

"Make me," he challenged, shocking her again, a longer pulse this time. She whimpered, her head thrashing against the pillow.

He was so hard it hurt. He shed his clothes, his cock springing free, thick and eager. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling next to her head. "You know what to do," he said, fisting a hand in her blonde hair and guiding her head towards his aching length.

She looked up at him with fire in her eyes, but opened her mouth. He fed her his cock, groaning as her hot, wet mouth enveloped him. He held the remote in his other hand, and as she began to suck, he triggered the collar again. The shock made her gasp and moan around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips rocking gently. He could feel her defiance waning, the intense sensations breaking down her walls. He turned the intensity up a notch. He shocked her at exactly the same time he pushed into her throat. 

“Ow, damn it,” she choked out. “I oughta bite your cock.”

He gave her a hard swat on the side of her ass cheek. “You love it and you wouldn’t dare.”

Her eyes watered, and she pulled back, a sob catching in her throat. "Mike... please," she whimpered, the fight finally leaving her voice.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice both cruel and soft. "You can stop this, you know. Just say the word." He held up the remote, his thumb over the off switch.

Her lower lip trembled. She knew her safe word. He knew she knew it. But she also knew the game. She shook her head, tears spilling down her temples. "No," she whispered.

He feigned surprise. "No? You don't want to stop?" He shocked her again, a sharp, punishing jolt from the plug. She cried out, her naked body arching beneath him.

"Why not, Hannah?" he pressed, his voice low. He wanted to hear her say it. He needed to hear her say it. He lined his cock up with her soaking wet entrance, teasing her folds.

She turned her head away, her face flushed with shame and arousal. "I... I won't," she managed, her voice barely audible.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Louder. Or I turn it up again."

Her sob was ragged. "I won't say it! Because... because I don't want to," she cried. "I wanna be your good girl."

That was it. That was the surrender he craved. With a guttural groan, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. She was impossibly tight and wet, her body clenching around him. As he began to fuck her, he activated the plug again, sending a relentless, pulsing current through her core while he pounded into her He could feel the shock pulsing inside her asshole as he fucked her, it sent a delicious soft tingle along his cock from the lower wall of her cunt.

Her body was a symphony of sensation, writhing and bucking beneath him, her cries a mix of pleasure and pain. He could feel his own climax building, a pressure at the base of his spine. The sight of her, completely at his mercy, accepting the pleasure he was forcing upon her, was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

"I'm gonna come inside you," he growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm gonna fill you up." 

He reached down and gave the collar one last, intense shock, holding the button.

Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream on her lips as her own orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. The combination of her pulsing cunt and the raw power of the moment sent him hurtling over the edge. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat. He carefully reached up and unfastened the collar, then the cuffs. He gathered her into his arms, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

As soon as Hannah’s breath evened out she pinched him lightly in the side. “That behaviour was entirely north of Broad.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, finally unlocking the handcuffs. “Very.” 

They laughed together for a moment and then curled around each other exhausted. 

"Alright, my crazy man," she whispered against his chest, her voice hoarse but content. "You win. This time." He could hear the threat of retaliation in her voice. It made his spent cock twitch with excitement. 

He kissed the top of her head, his heart still racing. He knew she'd be sore tomorrow, but he also knew she'd be smiling.