Power Trip(14)

Her eyes narrowed. “Monitors?”

Now it was his turn to grin. “Not video monitors. I have a heart monitor, temperature sensors and an EEG built into the table. I’ll keep a very careful eye on your vital signs. Each person’s response to electrical stimulation is unique, and I want you to know that your safety is my first priority.”

“Jake says I can trust you. I’m not worried.”

“Well, you should be.” He was flattered, but informed consent was the only kind he was interested in. She had to understand what she was agreeing to do.

“I know this feels good to you.” He stroked one finger down her bare arm, sending a low current to greet her. She sighed and leaned toward him. He had to force himself not to rush her. “But at higher voltages, electricity can stop your heart, cause internal burns and seizures, neuropathy…”

“I’m a doctor, Cal. I know the risks. But I’ve lived my whole life in Jake’s shadow, wishing I was talented too. Tonight I started to wonder if my lack of talent might be something more. I want to do this. I want you to push me, to see if I respond the same way everyone else does. Maybe we’ll discover I’m special too.” She glanced above her head at the hoods. “Although, can’t we just…fool around? See what happens? Do we have to use all the props? You use this stuff to keep your partners from realizing you’re electric, right? You don’t have to hide that from me.”

An image of them naked, making love in the missionary position with nothing between them, rendered him incapable of speech for a good fifteen seconds. He shook his head. “No, but I have to control myself, which isn’t easy considering I haven’t touched a woman on purpose in at least fifteen years. Your skin is so soft it makes me dizzy. Hungry. And violent.”

She licked her lips, and he thought of kissing her. Her mouth looked soft. Her full lips were a natural dark pink and he could tell from the way her face creased when she smiled that it was something she did often. His eyes dropped to her breasts, round and full beneath her cotton top, her slim waist, her full hips, that plump ass he couldn’t wait to mark with his whip. Impatience and desire tinged his vision with blue sparks. He couldn’t kiss her, not now, but if their session went well and her vitals were strong…

He fought the swirling mass of energy back into his center. His vision cleared. “No, I’m sorry. There is only one way I can do this.” He couldn’t risk allowing her to touch him, even if she begged. Actually, he hoped she begged, but it still wouldn’t make it safe. Maybe after they had come a half dozen times, he’d be steady enough to think about giving her some control over their play.

He forced his hand back into his lap. She needed to make these decisions without the influence of his touch. He’d had the twenty minute car ride to create a scenario that would bring her pleasure and give him the release he needed. Electricity buzzed and itched along the surface of his skin. Could she see it? How would she handle it? Her brow wrinkled and he realized he was taking too long to explain. “Sorry. I’ve never played with a novice before, and there is just no polite way to phrase what I want to do with you.”

She dipped her chin and looked at him from beneath lowered brows. She raised her hand, palm up, and made a bring it on motion with her fingers. “What would you do with a more experienced partner?”

He took a deep breath. “I’d make you strip and drop a hood over your head. Then I’d strap you to the table so that you absolutely could not move a muscle. I’d whip you if you liked it, but you already know what I can do. I don’t have to pretend. I probably don’t need to use a conductor, either, but I will.” He wanted to touch her; he didn’t want to harm her. “I’m wired so tight I can’t move without shooting sparks. I need to get rid of energy somehow. I don’t know how long it will take. I don’t know how much it will hurt. I don’t know how much energy you can handle or if you even have the pain threshold to consider taking me on tonight, but I hope you do.”

Her eyes were wide. Maybe he should break it down another way. “Do you like pleasure?”

“Yes.” Her voice was soft but certain. She didn’t look frightened.

“Pain?”

“I have no idea.”

“Fair enough.” He had to clamp down on his loose wires again. “I think we should approach this scientifically and keep all of the variables the same but one. You are the first variable. Will you submit to my commands tonight?”

Her nod was slow.

“Are there any limits you would like to place on what I do to you?”