Power Trip(34)

She began to whimper, body jerking out of control as she climaxed hard. The urge to pull her off the stool, bend her over the table and replace his hand with his cock froze him in place. Then he pulled his hand away from her body and closed his eyes. It took every ounce of control to keep his energy inside. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t see anything except blue fire behind his eyelids. He focused on the sound of her breathing, slowing down now, and tried to match the speed of his electrons to the easy sound of her breaths.

“Cal?” she whispered. “Are you all right?”

His eyes cast blue light on her cheeks when he opened them. “I’ve got too much energy. I’m sorry, Audrey, but I need to work after all. If I don’t dump some electrons, I’ll combust.”

“Can’t you dump them into me?” She got off the stool, weaving a little. He didn’t dare touch her to steady her.

“Not this much,” he said tightly.

“Isn’t that what we want to find out? How many I can take?”

She had a point, but it still made him nervous. “I don’t think anyone could handle me right now.”

“I’m not just anyone, Cal. It’s weird that you’re electric in the first place. Is it impossible to believe that maybe I won’t be affected? Come on, wire me up. Let’s see.”

Desire was building again, making him feel reckless. He examined her back as she walked toward the door. Her body showed no signs of their play last night, and he ached to begin again, to create the patterns of welts and light, to smell smoke on her skin, to make her scream.

“Come on, Cal.” She stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder. “You aren’t exactly showing me your best side here. Get a grip. Isn’t BDSM about control?”

“I have perfect control of my cock, thank you very much,” he said dryly. “Quit baiting me. I’ve got a million amps rushing through me.” Actually, he was feeling steadier now, calm enough to continue with Plan A, but Plan B was incredibly tempting. He followed her out of the lab, undecided.

She was already braless and stepping out of her panties. She climbed up on the table and took off her socks. When she went facedown and spread her legs, he couldn’t resist any longer. He hit the button to engage the monitors. Swiftly, he strapped her down.

He stood by her head. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She lifted her head, dark eyes issuing a challenge. “Green.”





Audrey lowered her face into the headrest and closed her eyes, waiting. Her body sang with aftershocks from her orgasm in the lab, and she welcomed the sensual caress of the cold leather against her heated skin. The monitors whirred; she heard the sound of a cabinet open and shut.

A waterfall of sensation rushed over her back from shoulders to thighs. What was it? She lifted her head, but he was standing near her feet now and she couldn’t see him.

“Wire flogger,” he supplied.

She relaxed against the table again, curiosity satisfied. She felt as if he were painting her bottom with broad, tingling strokes. The wires felt soft as corn silk, wrapping around her body, tickling her with feather-light touches that made her crave more. Begging seemed appropriate under the circumstances, but she hesitated. She didn’t beg—for anything.

No one ever made you want to beg. Cal had said this was a game, a role, not a reflection of inner weakness. What was the point of doing it if she wasn’t going to fully embrace the experience?

“More, please. I need more.” Saying it aloud made her arousal nearly unbearable. “Please,” she begged.

“I chose this flogger because nichrome has a high resistivity and the strands of the flogger spread out the charge. It’s safer for you.”

“Cal, I think you’re missing the point.” And ruining her good time. “We’ll never know how much I can take if you don’t give me anything.”

The tickling stopped. She growled in frustration. Cal grasped her hair and pulled her head back. His face was hard and she felt sparks on her face as he said, “You put yourself under my hands. I make the choices for both of us until this scene is over or you use your safeword. I have a plan, but I don’t feel like telling you. It gives me a hard-on to tease you. Your ass is beautiful right now, patterned with curling ribbons of thin welts. The monitors show no changes. Stop thinking and take what I give you. I’m in charge.”

His words caused a sharp throb between her thighs, and her hips jerked against the restraints. Embarrassment and fury made her tug against his hand. He gripped her hair tighter. She winced. A small smile curved his mouth. The bastard was enjoying her pain and humiliation.