Page 70 of Master My Love

When he stopped and broke contact, she moaned in frustration.

“Patience. Everything is not a race to the finish line. Some things, like a fine wine or a beautiful woman, are to be savored and appreciated.”

He stood and did something with his feet under the table. Simultaneously, the lights dimmed. “Watch my hand, Valerie. Let me introduce you to something new and exciting—or, to put it simply, electrifying.”

He raised his hand, fingers splayed wide apart, and slowly lowered it over her belly, stopping about an inch away. She felt a tingling sensation both exhilarating and disturbing. Abruptly, blue lightning arced between his fingertips and her body as a popping sound rent the air. She tensed, her body jerking as she shrieked in alarm.

“What is that?”

“Did it hurt?”

Considering the sensation for another moment, she answered truthfully. “No, master.”

“Then close those pretty pink lips and enjoy the adventure silently. I’ll allow moans, sighs of pleasure, and your safeword, nothing else.” He edged his hand higher, toward the peak of her breast. He didn’t touch her. Instead, his fingers hovered over her skin, close enough for the current to dance between them. It was beautiful, and scary as hell.

“But—” she began again.

“You said you trusted me, subbie. Were you lying?”

“No, master, I’d never...”

“If this is true, obey me.” He stared into her eyes, his face stern and resolute, expecting—no, demanding—her compliance and complete trust.

As she lay there with nearly one hundred sets of eyes upon her, she realized only one pair mattered. They were steely gray, appearing almost black in the room’s dimness.

“I can see your apprehension, Valerie. Say the word and this ends here or trust me. I won’t let any harm come to you, and if you relax and do as you’re told, I can promise you an orgasm you won’t soon forget.”

Playing with electricity was a strange—and frightening—proposition. So was letting a man she hardly knew bind her to a spanking bench and flog her with leather. And heaven knows, asking for punishment and bending over the back of his couch hadn’t been easy. Everything he’d done to her had turned out far better than she’d ever expected.

She understood the lesson he was teaching her. Actually, it was more of a test.

It had been such a short time since they’d met, but she had confidence in his skill as a master. The other doms, whether novices or those with experience, looked to him as a leader, an expert, and a mentor. It took a leap of faith, but she believed in him and had already come to trust him.

“I’m blue, master, a mix of excitement and apprehension, but I have faith you’ll keep me safe.”

“Exactly how I want you.”

With a teasing grin on his lips, he bent his head and touched her nipple with his tongue. A zap shot into the peak, making it tingle and tighten. She sucked in a breath, trembling as he repeated the little lick on her other breast. Becoming accustomed to the tickles and vibrations—and enjoying them both—she let loose a soft moan.

He took this as a green light to move forward.

Giving up on the teasing play, he captured the entire bud with his mouth. His other hand came up and paused over her other nipple, shooting arcs of electricity into the other peak without so much as a touch.

“Please, master. I’m going insane. What are you doing to me?”

Without stopping, he licked her again before explaining. “My body is electrically charged. Wherever we touch, the current passes through me to you. How does it feel?”

“Scary, intense, but hot—I mean the sexy kind of hot.”

He continued teasing her nipple with the edge of his tongue, flicking it back and forth, altering the sensation with each point of contact. She was in a state of sensual torment before he moved lower.

Licking a streak of current down her midline, he paused at her navel where he dipped inside. A tingling began near her calf and rose as his hand steadily moved higher over her knee and on toward her hip. The crackling intensified as he lifted his head, the arc visible between his mouth and her belly. When he was an inch or two away, the current broke. It seemed the closer he came to her skin without touching, the more the current intensified.

Eric’s hand on her thigh drew away, and the current snapped with a loud crack. Left alone for a moment, she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, centering herself and taking stock. He’d been right; it tingled and prickled but wasn’t at all painful, but highly erotic. She wanted his mouth on her nipples again. Better yet, on her clit.

Her master moving to the foot of the table brought her back to what was real. With a small motion of his leg, the bottom of the table split in two, and her legs with it. Now reconfigured into an inverted Y, he moved between her spread thighs, his focus on her smoothly shaved pussy.

Abruptly, he disappeared from view.

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