He focused his energy inward, grounding himself to the earth. He raised one finger, allowing only the faintest current to run down his arm, his hand, through the fingertip he stroked lightly from her shoulder to the back of her hand.
She closed her eyes. He watched her breasts rise and fall. Her mouth fell softly open. Energy coursed between them, filling him with a heady sense of power. As the blue light flared, he tamped it down, kept it focused just on the tip of his finger as he leaned down to whisper into her ear, “This is the least of what I can do.”
He interrupted the current so that instead of caressing her in a steady stream, it pulsed. Her eyes flew wide. “A human vibrator?”
He nodded, accepting her teasing. Humor was an excellent way for her to process what was happening. “At the low end of the spectrum. A human whip, or a stun gun at the other end.” She had to know what she might be getting into.
“So how come you ended up with a broken arm if you can zap at will?”
“You got between us. I didn’t want to fry you.”
“I appreciate that,” she said wryly.
But would she appreciate more? He needed to get rid of some electricity, and although he could dump it into Davis Electric, he’d rather experiment with her. “My arm is fine now. You got your purse back. Since the Doc took my keys, I have no way to get home. I would love to get to know you better.” Fuck it, why not? “Actually, I would love for you to drive me home so I can talk you into letting me dominate you. If you like the way my charge feels on your arm, you’ll like how it feels other places. You might even love it.”
Her mouth fell open, then shut. “Um, I don’t have the vernacular for this.”
“I’ll explain everything. You just have to trust me.” He said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, but he knew it wasn’t.
“I don’t know you. I can’t… I shouldn’t even get in a car with you. I definitely shouldn’t agree to…oh, dear God. This is not what I do.”
“That’s why you set up a safe call.” Her brother probably wasn’t going to like this, but Cal was willing to risk it. “Call Jake. Tell him you are with me, that I’ve asked you to scene with me. Tell him you will text him every hour on the hour and let him know you are okay. I promise you will be better than okay. As soon as we get to my house, we’ll run through a list of things you are and are not willing to experience. You’ll have a safe word, a verbal way of communicating your comfort to me. I assure you I am a master at reading nonverbal cues too. I will not hurt you unless you allow me to. We will observe the niceties to the letter.”
She raised a dark eyebrow, a stark contrast to her pale hair. “Why can’t we run through that list now?”
“Because I don’t want you to leave me stranded on the street when I ask you if you will allow me to make you orgasm.”
Chapter Four
Audrey gasped. There was no way to act cool when someone said something like that, so she wasn’t even going to try. Was he good enough at reading nonverbal cues to realize she might let him make her orgasm right here in the middle of the skankiest street in downtown Hudson?
“Please say yes.” His tense entreaty spurred her to action. Without breaking eye contact, she searched her purse for her phone. Was it her imagination or were his brilliant blue eyes sparking with orange and yellow highlights, as if he really were electric?
Jake was number one on her speed dial, an easy hit.
He answered before it rang. “Aud?”
“I’m going home with Calvin Davis. He’s asked me to text you every hour, on the hour to…”
Her brother’s low growl carried through the connection. “I know why he wants you to text me. You don’t have to explain. The bastard suggested me for your safe call? Pervert. You sure you don’t want to get your feet wet with a training wheels Dom? If you want to try subbing, I could hook you up with a nice, non-deadly normal, you know.”
“Are you telling me not to do this?” There were definite sparks in Calvin’s eyes now. She wanted to move closer to him to see if she could feel them on her skin.
Jake growled again. “No. I guess you’re actually safer with him than just about anyone. You have to learn to control power like his or it kills you. You can trust him. But Audrey—”
“Exactly how long have you known him, Jake?” she interrupted.
Jake’s sigh was more like a hiss. “About ten years.”
This time, she was the one who let the silence build between them. Jake knew other talents and hadn’t told her? “We are going to have a talk about that later,” she finally said.