Electric!

by Ava McKnight

  Chase didn’t want to eclipse her. He wanted to set her free.

  He wanted to set her on fire.

  He wanted to give her the license to revel in and enjoy her sexuality. With him. A man who really saw her, and wanted to help her achieve a little something more.

  More eroticism, more sensuality, more intensity when it came to her emotional and physical responses.

  Chase stood and placed his wineglass on the end table. He took hers as well and set it aside. Then he gently gripped her hand and tugged her from the bed.

  He kissed her softly at first. Perhaps in an attempt to placate her. But the sizzling sensation that ripped through him had him deepening the kiss. He hauled her against him, absorbing the feel of her luscious body crushed against him, all her enticing curves conforming to his hard muscles.

  There was nothing about Cassidy that didn’t turn him on, but her willingness to experiment totally did him in.

  As their kiss went on and on, he unzipped her sweater and stripped it off. Her bra quickly followed. Then he unfastened her jeans. He hated breaking their kiss, but he wanted her naked, save for the purple G-string he’d bought her. He removed her boots and the rest of her clothes and then handed the panties to her.

  She said, “Nice color selection.”

  “Thought they’d complement your creamy complexion and dark hair. Your amber eyes.”

  She slipped them on and gazed up at him, clearly fighting a bout of nerves.

  He grinned and said, “You are so stunning.” Then he kissed her again.

  Chase was already hard and in need of her. It’d be hell to keep from fucking her before he’d given her three or four orgasms, but he was definitely a man on a mission.

  Pulling away from her, he snatched the purple-satin tie, evened up the ends and then pressed the middle section to her chest. He crisscrossed it in back and gave her one end to hold while he twined the other line of satin down her arm.

  “Hold this piece now,” he instructed in a low voice. His excitement was already getting the best of him. He coiled the material down her other arm and then tied both ends at her wrists, binding her securely with a double-knotted bow.

  He took in the vision before him. “Damn, you turn me on.”

  His entire body tensed and fire blazed through him.

  Cassidy nibbled her lower lip in a sexy way, then said, “Guess I don’t get to enjoy the rest of my wine.”

  He reached for her glass and held it as she sipped. Then he set it aside and gave her another searing kiss. His hands skimmed along her back and then gently gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading. Her bare breasts nestled below the hard ledge of his pectoral muscles, her chest rising and falling quickly against his. Her bound hands in front kept their bodies from completely melding together. If he’d left her some wiggle room at the wrists, she could have turned one hand and palmed his erection.

  Good thing he’d tied her up nice and tight. If she touched him, their sexy fun would be over before they even got started, he was that aroused.

  Dragging his mouth from hers, his lips trailed over her jaw and down her throat. He nipped at her skin, making her squirm. His hands moved from her ass and he cupped her breasts, massaging them with a bit of pressure that brought heat to her eyes. Sweeping the pads of his thumbs over her hard nipples caused her cheeks to flush. He bent his head to her chest and flicked his tongue across one puckered peak. Then he suckled. She gasped.

  “I want your nipples harder than ever before,” he murmured against the dusky rose-colored bud.

  He sucked her nipple into his mouth again, gently scraping it with his teeth before teasing it with his tongue.

  She let out a sharp moan.

  “Chase.”

  He raised his head and adrenaline shot through him at her smoldering look.

  “Turning you on?” he asked.

  “Goes without saying.”

  “Excellent.”

  He caressed her breasts, then tugged playfully on the hard centers until they were enlarged and rosy.

  Shifting slightly away, he gathered the nipple clamps and adjusted them, using his pinkie finger to make sure they were secure but not too tight. Pain wasn’t the purpose of this fantasy. He wanted the clips to stimulate her, though, so he kept them tight enough that they wouldn’t slip.

  He moved in to attach them, but she took a small step back.

  “Wait.”

  He gazed down at her. She gnawed her lip again.

  “Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

  “You’ll feel a little pinch. Like when I use my finger and thumb to roll your nipple.”

  She let out a long sigh. “That feels damn good, Chase.”

  With a grin, he said, “I think you’ll like this too.”

  He carefully attached the first clamp.

  “Oh!” The word seemed to leap from her throat. Sounding neither painful…nor comfortable. More like…surprisingly aroused.

  “Okay to do the other one?” he asked.

  She nodded, her eyes glowing with excitement.

  So, Cassidy Reynolds secretly liked a bit of kink. That was hot.

  He applied the other clip, knowing the tiny weight embedded at the end of one of the feathers would cause the clamps to tug slightly on her nipples, keeping them rock-hard.

  And speaking of that… Chase’s cock strained against the fly of his jeans. It throbbed in incessant beats that amped him further.

  Cassidy was an erotic sight, bound in purple satin, the black feathers dangling against her smooth porcelain skin. Her dark-brown hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in plump curls. Her parted lips were moist and tempting.

  The vision before him was enough to get him off. But Chase had so much more in mind…

  He kissed her, then turned her toward the chair in the corner. He guided her to lean forward and clutch the back of the chair with her hands. Lifting one of her legs, he got her to rest her foot on the seat cushion. Her back arched, thrusting her ass in the air. The feathers hung from her nipples, swaying softly with her breathing.

  A primal growl ripped from his lips.

  This was so much better than his fantasy, and it’d been a doozy. He could jack off in a heartbeat in the shower just by imagining Cassidy all tied up and wanting him. The reality was mind-meltingly better. It was a wonder he didn’t explode just from the visual alone.

  Tearing his gaze from her—no easy feat—he removed the whip from the box and spritzed some of the toy cleaner on the black leather strips. He ducked into the bathroom to run a towel over the whip and then returned to the chair where Cass waited anxiously, if her rapid breathing were any indication.

  That she hadn’t moved an inch spurred him on even more.

  Biting back a wicked grin, he dragged the ends of the leather strips over her shoulder and down her spine. A whisper of a touch against her skin. When he reached her ass, he flicked gently.

  Her body jolted. She moaned softly. Chase no longer held his grin in check.

  He nipped carefully at the other cheek with the whip. Cassidy’s body vibrated, making her legs a bit shaky.

  Chase kept up the flicking, teasing her flesh and turning it the faintest shade of pink. She moaned again in delight and then let out a squeal as the ends of the whip rapped softly against her pussy lips.

  “Chase,” she said on a rush of desire. “You could make me come without your hands or mouth even touching me.”

  “Feels that good?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was sensual and provocative.

  Chase kept at it, with measured beats against her inner thighs, the backs of her legs, her pussy.

  When his attention returned to her ass, she ground out, “Harder, Chase. Not much, but… A little harder is okay.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, babe.”

  “It doesn’t hurt. It stings, but in a good way. Christ, Chase. I am so wet.”

  He wanted proof. So he tucked the handle of the whip into the waist o
f his jeans at the small of his back and then gripped the delicate string at her hip. One swift yank and the skimpy G-string shredded. He did the same to the other side and let the panties drop to the floor.

  Her lips were swollen and dewy. Chase gave her more of what she wanted until she was panting loudly and wiggling her ass.

  When he couldn’t take it any longer, he dropped the whip and knelt behind her. He spread her lips with his fingers and licked along the moist flesh, tasting her, smelling her, reveling in her.

  She groaned. “Chase, I am so close to coming.”

  His hands spread her cheeks and he suckled her clit. She cried out. His tongue pressed into her opening and flitted against her skin.

  “Oh God,” she panted. “Yes, Chase. Just like that. Lick my pussy. Make me come.”

  Where the dirty talk came from, he had no idea—but Chase liked it!

  He could barely keep himself from ripping open the buttons of his fly and thrusting his cock into her. He desperately wanted to be buried to the hilt, pounding furiously. But he retained his current focus.

  Tonguing her clit with vigor, he sent her into a maelstrom of heated moans and heavy breathing. Tremors rocked her body and then, when he sucked the tiny knot of nerves into his mouth, she erupted, screaming his name and shaking from head to toe.

  He had a steady grip on her and helped to keep her somewhat stable as he continued to pleasure her, prolonging her climax.

  Eventually she shifted and knelt on the cushion, her breath coming in labored pulls.

  Chase kissed his way up her spine and rubbed her shoulders.

  “You okay?” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded. “That was unbelievable. I swear to God I felt the sensations throughout my entire body. Even my head buzzed. My toes curled. My nose tingled. Jesus, Chase. I’m still on fire.” Glancing at him over her shoulder, she said, “Fuck me while I’m all worked up. That orgasm was not enough.”

  There was a hint of desperation in her eyes that tugged at him. He’d released all of that pent-up passion she’d kept tightly bound inside her. How ironic he’d done it by…binding her.

  “Come on,” he said as he helped her out of the chair. They crossed to the bed and he shoved aside the rest of the stuff she’d laid out. She sprawled over the mattress at an angle and he admired the view once again.

  “Want me to untie you?” he asked.

  “No.” She smiled softly. It lit her eyes. “I want more, Chase. I know you said you weren’t wholly into the bondage thing, but surely you’ve got a few more tricks up your sleeve.”

  He grunted. “I’ve definitely got a few more ideas. You inspire wicked thoughts, babe.”

  “Who would have thought?”

  “Me.”

  She stared at him a few moments, emotion swirling in her amber irises. “I’m starting to think it’s good that you see things about me I don’t.”

  “Sometimes that’s what it takes. Another person to believe in what you’re capable of and to help you realize what you really want. What you might be missing out on.”

  She swallowed hard, then told him, “For argument’s sake, let’s say the whole dating thing works out for us. You’ll keep the sash and whip, right?”

  He chuckled. “And the nipple clamps?”

  With a lusty sigh, she said, “There’s an erratic pulse deep inside me, throbbing crazily. I firmly believe it’s there because of the nipple clamps.”

  “Well, I’ll have to find a suitable substitute for keeping you aroused, because I have to take them off now. Something about cutting off blood flow, I read… I think you’ve had them on long enough.”

  He carefully removed them. She winced. His brows shot up.

  “Little sensitive,” she said. “But I did like the pinching. They weren’t very tight. I’m surprised they stayed on.”

  He kissed her. Against her lips, he muttered, “Maybe next time I’ll get you the vibrating ones.”

  She writhed beneath him. “Okay.”

  Chase’s fingers grazed her wrists. “All good here?”

  “Definitely not tight enough to cut off circulation or anything. I’ll survive a while longer.”

  “Just a tiny bit more,” he warned. “We’re not experts here. I wanted fun, sexy and safe. Not fun, sexy and a trip to the emergency room.”

  She laughed. “How much shock would we incite at work with a rumor about my extreme orgasms sending me to the hospital?”

  “Extreme?” He kissed her again. “Baby, I haven’t gotten there yet.”

  Cassidy squirmed on the bed. Sure, there was a particular unease that came with the sexual play she and Chase engaged in. She was tied up, after all. But he was right. They were operating on a light level here, since neither of them knew the true BDSM lifestyle. Nor did she plan to travel that road. She doubted Chase did either, or he would have studied up more.

  What interested him—and admittedly her—was the eroticism of the sensual foreplay. The teasing and titillating that would lead to some seriously hot sex. Not torture, pain or anything else an uneducated person on this topic would assume, without learning more.

  Chase was certainly an alpha, but not such a dominating force that he’d want control over her. Hell, all she had to do was pull one end of the bow around her wrists and the sash would unravel. She could free herself at anytime. They both knew it. And maybe that was what made their little forbidden fantasy sizzle—Cassidy didn’t think twice about unraveling the binds.

  In fact, despite feeling a bit of relief from the removal of the nipple clamps, she wouldn’t have minded keeping them on a while longer. But Chase had a valid point that he and Cassidy really were just dabblers and didn’t know critical things like how long to leave the clamps on, how long to keep her tied up. Or how hard he should hit her with the whip. He’d been tender about it, and that had excited her. The ends of the leather strips had snapped just enough against her skin to arouse her.

  But when she’d gotten used to the light nip, she’d been primed and ready for a bit more. Nothing sharp and biting. Just enough of a sting to make her skin tingle.

  What had worked the most for Cassidy was that they’d communicated from the time she’d unpacked the goodies. Chase had explained his reasoning for the purchases and then they’d talked through using the items.

  He’d been right again. He really did know her. He knew exactly what she needed. A nudge, sure. But also a two-way discourse that left her enlightened and empowered. Able to make intelligent decisions.

  All of this confirmed that he respected her, and that put Cassidy even more at ease.

  She said, “I’m still flying pretty high from that awesome orgasm. How about a repeat performance?”

  He grinned. “So naughty.” His lips tangled with hers. “I like it. A lot.” He slipped away just long enough to gather up a drawstring bag. He opened it and let the black satin blindfold dangle from his finger.

  Cassidy shored her defenses. She’d enjoyed everything he’d done to her so far. He’d more than proved he was all about her pleasure this evening. He wasn’t going to do anything against her will.

  So why’d a shudder of apprehension move through her?

  Because you’re the one tied up.

  True.

  But she wasn’t ready to step out of her role. So she bit the bullet.

  “Go ahead.”

  Chase placed the blindfold over her eyes and secured the elastic band behind her head.

  She knew this was going to be a whole new experience. She couldn’t even anticipate Chase’s next moves—she didn’t know them. Couldn’t see them.

  And didn’t that just send the biggest wave of exhilaration through her? Just as he’d explained last night when she’d asked him why he wanted bondage.

  She heard a rustling noise and guessed he was removing his shirt. Then she felt the heat of his skin close to hers. Inhaled his musky scent. Heard his quick breathing.

  Every sense was heightened now that she couldn’t se
e.

  His warm lips glided down her neck, over her collarbone and then back to the dip at the base of her throat. Sweeping lower, he left feathery kisses over her chest, the tops of her breasts. He bit softly at her inner swells, sending electric jolts to the heart of her, creating a zinging sensation in her pussy and along her clit.

  Then he tongued her nipple, hardening it again, soothing the tingle from the clamps. He tended to the other one and Cassidy sighed blissfully.

  He palmed her breasts and squeezed as he continued to lick and suck her nipples, catapulting her right back into that intense state of arousal that left her writhing and panting.

  “Chase.” Her fingers burned to thread through his hair, but she found that being bound and blindfolded added stimulation she’d not expected.

  He shifted on the mattress, then seconds later, she felt the light ripple of the thin leather strips against her skin.

  She let out a throaty moan. The ends of the whip brushed ever-so-subtly over her stomach and up to her breasts, the tips swirling around her nipples, driving her crazy. Her thighs pressed together as a sharp stab of desire pulsated in her pussy.

  Then the whip tapped against her breasts. Excitement raged through her. Tension gripped her insides. Her breathing quickened. Chase worked the whip down her torso, flicking at her ribs and her quivering stomach.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded in a rough voice.

  She instantly did his bidding.

  The leather only lightly grazed her skin, teasing her rather than biting into the sensitive flesh. Chase stuck with more of a skimming sensation than a tapping one, and it was pleasurable, not painful.

  Her hips lifted off the mattress, regardless. Not seeking a harsher drumming against her pussy, but involuntarily responding to the titillation created by the wispy ends.

  A guttural groan fell from Chase’s lips. “You have no idea how arousing this is.”

  “I do,” she said. “I’m close again. God, Chase. I am so turned-on.”

  His hard breathing echoed in her ears.

  He shifted once more, leaving her for a few seconds. Then she felt the bed dip and his fingers brush slowly along her inner thigh, tickling the highly responsive erogenous zone.