Abruptly, the music stopped.
She cried out, reaching for more with immobile arms, running with legs held fast. A spasm racked her body, thwarted from reaching its goal. “Shh, wait,” she heard, and realized she was whimpering, sobbing, begging.
The table shifted beneath her. She felt air swirl between her legs. She tried to remember the sequence of events he had laid out for her. A beating, fingers…tongue, yes.
She no longer felt music, but her body was still singing. Her vibrator at home could not compare to the warm, wet buzz moving through her core, commanding her attention, claiming her entire being. He suckled gently at her clit and she wished she could see what his mouth looked like against her. He moved faster and she was no longer able to shape a thought except more, more, which he gave her until the sound of her screams eclipsed the hum of her body and she came hard against his mouth, so violently that it felt like her clenching muscles would vibrate hard and fast forever.
Cool air again. She sensed him moving away from her. A shudder shook her, pinned as she was to the table. She felt as if she were coming out of REM sleep, shuddering with involuntary reaction as aftershocks of energy coursed through her body. She had no control; she was locked in the moment.
Something pressed against her inner thighs. Then the head of him entered her body. She greeted the music with a scream of rapture.
He pulled away. “Safeword?”
What was her safeword? How could she get him to do that again? And again? With profound relief, she remembered.
The word was muffled, but she’d said green. A good thing. He was dead level steady after pouring an ungodly amount of electricity into her accommodating body, but he was dying to get inside her. The heart monitor had graphed normal rhythms and the EEG patterns were normal, too, so he’d carried on long past the point he usually stopped with other subs. His whip strikes on her back had started out as a grid, but then he’d filled it in with diagonal lines. The pattern had begun to tessellate and he’d gotten caught up in the ecstasy of her near-constant climaxes until he’d run out of room on her back.
He pulled his gloves onto his hands. He was pretty certain he was only feeling the natural arousal of a male for a woman, not the unnatural wired-up need to discharge energy, but he still wasn’t taking any chances. He kept his pants between their thighs and only entered her as far as the edge of the condom allowed. He gripped her ass with his gloved hands and worked his cock in and out of her body.
Again, no dangerous activity on the monitors. She was unbelievable. He settled his feet flat on the floor and surrendered to the white-hot flash of energy barreling up and outward, keeping one eye on the monitors until his vision blurred, blued. He saw sparks and heard thunder. The acrid smell of ozone smoke drifted through the air. His world caught fire, and he let it burn, excruciating. Electric. He was aware, even as his climax exploded through him, that it had never been like this.
When he could move again, he locked his knees to keep from falling forward onto her body. He took a halting step back and shucked the condom into the trash can. He fastened his pants. Weaving a bit, he grabbed another leather coat from his rack and shrugged into it before he approached the table and stripped the restraints from her body. She moaned. Her eyes were shut.
Gently, he rolled her over and gathered her into his arms. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her on his lap. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She opened one eye. “If you have to ask, you’re doing it wrong.”
He chuckled and hugged her, careful to keep leather between them.
Both of her eyes opened. “You don’t scare me, you know.” She grabbed his head and pulled it down. He twisted out of her grasp. Hurt flashed in her dark eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he protested. “I’ve never kissed a girl before. You terrify me.”
She looked appeased. “I let you strap me to a table and tickle me with a wire—don’t tell me I scare you.”
“Tickle? Did you just say tickle? I zapped you with enough energy to run the house for a week—don’t tell me it didn’t hurt you.”
She shook her head. “Didn’t hurt.”
“You might change your mind when you see your back.”
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. His gaze dropped to her breast, now thrust in his face. He licked her nipple. She gasped and scrambled out of his lap. “How come you can touch me but I can’t touch you?”
“Because I’m paying attention when I touch you. I keep the current controlled. You do not want to surprise me.” She stood in front of him, which put her pussy at eye level. He looked, naturally, then laughed as she dashed across the room for her clothes. “A little late for modesty, don’t you think?”