The commissioner shook his head. “I don’t have contacts with the local leathers. Bad for politics, and it would get out.” He considered the shackles, and my insides clenched. Being chained up and at Tristan’s tender mercies had a great deal of appeal.
I grinned. “You like those? Too bad we’re not all solid, huh?”
To my surprise, Dan spoke his interest first. “Actually, we can make use of some of these toys.” He stepped to the closet and set the hanging straps swinging with a swipe of his hand. “Remember, you just have to pull on the energy around you.”
Dan moved to the flatscreen TV hanging from one wall. Snoot liked to view porn while he played. “There’s some electrical wiring here, which will give you more substantiality. Come close.”
I stepped to Dan’s side and buzzing coursed through my body. The vibration was subtle, but definitely there.
He asked, “Can you feel that? Like a warm, static charge?”
I nodded and waved my hand over the television. “It’s strongest right here.”
“That’s where the wires and cables go into the wall. Draw the energy in like you did before.”
I remembered his earlier lesson and power flowed through me. The energy fairly crackled, and I suddenly felt high, like I’d enjoyed a really good bottle of wine. “Wow, that feels good. I’m all tingly,” I giggled.
Dan grinned, probably at my drunken tittering. “Now try to move something. Grab one of those straps over there like I did.”
I floated to the closet. I grabbed a thin leather strap, remembering it slapping my bare butt once upon a time. The thought aroused me. I wondered if Dan had the stomach to spank a naughty girl or if that remained beyond his limits. I jerked on one end and watched it slither off the pole it hung from. I held it aloft, a conquering heroine displaying her prize to the two watching me. “It worked! I’m holding it.”
Tristan shook a cuff at me, making the chains holding it to the wall rattle. “Want to play while we have the opportunity?”
I grinned at him. I dropped the strap and rejoined a smirking Dan by the TV for another hit of energy. It made me downright giddy. “Woo, this is better than a bottle of champagne.” I skipped to Tristan’s side. “Okay, now what?”
“Concentrate all that energy in the pit of your stomach. When it’s there, stick your wrists in the cuffs and then let the energy flow through your whole body again.”
I did as he said, facing the room. As soon as the power I’d gathered suffused my entire being once more, the cuffs held solid around my wrists. I yanked on them, and my arms didn’t slip through. I faked terror. “Oh no. I’m at the mercy of two big, strong men.” My clothes disappeared in a twinkling.
Tristan reached for me, but Dan quickly said, “Unless I’m mistaken, it’s my turn with her?”
A twinge of temper showed on Tristan’s face, and I reminded him, “That is true, Mr. Commissioner.”
Tristan’s expression quickly smoothed. “Of course, Dan. She’s all yours.”
He stepped out of the way, and a very naked, very ready Dan stood before me. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Sexy Marlboro Man had me in his sights. He stepped close, his front touching mine. His beard stubble rasped against my cheek as he rubbed his jaw against my face. The crinkly-crisp hairs of his chest were a delight to my peaked nipples, his belly warm against mine and his long, thick sex probed right where I wanted it most. He cupped my buttocks in his hands, pulling me even closer. Oh yessir. This was right where I wanted to be.
“Now this has real possibilities,” he growled, sending my skin into gooseflesh. He licked my ear, setting off shudders down my spine. Next, he kissed his way across my jawline to my chin. He traveled down my throat, licking and nibbling a wet path down to the hollow, then farther down to the valley between my breasts.
Dan nuzzled his face deep into my cleavage, his light growth of beard sandpaperish on my soft skin. I caught my breath at the rough sensation, even more so at my helplessness to move away from it. With a devilish glint in his brown eyes, Dan scruffed his way up one mound, nipping until he reached the summit of my breast. He caught the rosy tip between his teeth, and I trembled at the growing pressure. A
pleasurable dart of pain sizzled from the hard nub to my sex, making me mewl. My inner thighs were slick with honey.
Dan’s tongue darted over the captured nipple, sending hot excitement through my flesh. The chains holding the cuffs to the wall jangled with my shaking. Then he released the taut, reddened peak to lick a slow circle over the areola. He dragged his rough chin all over my breast, reddening the tender mound. Then his mouth closed over it, sucking as much as he could draw into his mouth. I groaned to be so hungrily consumed.