by EM BROWN
He fisted his hand into her hair and, yanking her head back, explained to her, “You see, pet, I get to do whatever the fuck I want to do to you. In general, it’s always wiser to obey your Master. Unless you want to be punished for disobedience, and that’s a lot more fun for me than it is for you, given you’re not a hardcore masochist. Do you remember your safety word?”
“Mercy.”
“Good. You might need it tonight.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him so that she could feel his hard-on. Releasing her head, he reached between her thighs and found her damp. The slick moisture was not the water from the bath.
“You always get wet for me, don’t you?”
Fuck you, her eyes said.
He gave her a light slap across the cheek. “Don’t you?”
Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
Fitting his fingers through the opening in her panties, he caressed her till her breath grew erratic and her lashes started to flutter. When he withdrew his fingers, she whimpered. He rubbed the moisture his fingers had collected onto a nipple before he licked and sucked the nectar of her arousal off her breast.
Next, he retrieved a suitcase containing his violet wand kit that retailed for over a thousand dollars. Setting it on a small table near her, he took out the wand, fixed the glass rod electrode to it, and plugged it into the outlet. Her eyes had widened and her breath shortened.
“Is that going to hurt?” she asked, staring skeptically at the wand.
“A lot of things are going to hurt tonight, pet,” he answered as he looked her over to make sure she wasn’t wearing any jewelry that might unexpectedly draw a charge.
She glanced sharply at him. He could practically see her adrenaline spike.
“All the same, you’re going to want it...and more,” he assured her, turning the wand on low and testing it against his own skin.
He then brushed the wand over her nylons, which provided a nice gap for the charge to be felt. She gasped, mostly from surprise, but since he was applying the broad side of the rod, the charge was spread out and should have felt like champagne bubbles fizzing against her skin.
“Does my pet like that?”
“I, um, I guess,” she admitted, “so far.”
He smiled. She knew it wasn’t going to remain this tame. He moved the wand over her hip, across the buttocks, up the back, and over a shoulder. She braced herself when the wand came near her breasts, gasping loudly when the underwire in her bra drew the charge.
After several minutes of warming her up, he switched out the rod for the body contact cable. He fixed one end to the wand and placed the other end inside his pants. Now his body became the conductor of electricity.
He grabbed her breast. The touch of flesh on flesh grounded out the charge, but when he slowly withdrew his hand, he created the gap needed for the spark. When he hovered his hand over her nipple, she started to whimper.
He went to stand behind her, roaming his hand above the swell of her buttocks, which he grasped, kneaded, and slapped.
“God, your arse is bloody gorgeous,” he murmured, smacking it harder. “Does it want to be properly fucked tonight?”
“Maybe,” she replied. “How about you make that childcare center Dawson Chang wants happen, and I’ll let you into my arse.”
Her response stunned him. She turned around and looked at him as if to say, “Two can play at this game.”
“You working for Dawson Chang now?” he asked. He wasn’t particularly happy with the head of the Asian Pacific Community Alliance, who was still holding out on his endorsement in the mayoral race to gain concessions like the one Kimani had just stated.
“No, but it’s the right thing to do,” she said. “You get to develop your property, and the community gets an important need met.”
“Economic development is a public benefit.”
“In a trickle down way. Build a childcare center and that’s something of value with an immediate impact.”
He stared at her arse. There was no way he was leaving tonight without having a piece of that.
“I won’t guarantee it’ll be on the waterfront property,” he said, “but I’ll make something happen off-site.”
Shit. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to that. He hadn’t wanted to give in to Dawson’s tactics. But he was impressed by Kimani’s play and didn’t want her to go away empty-handed, especially since he had taken away her job.
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her arse into his crotch, grinding his erection into her. He yanked her head back by her hair.
“Since we’re negotiating,” he said, “how about I double my donation for those basketball courts if you can refrain from using your safety word.”
Releasing her hair, he reached over for the wand to turn up the setting. He held his hand near her hip. She yelped at the stronger charge. He reached between her legs. She tried to move away from his hand, backing her arse farther into him in the process, but she ultimately had nowhere to go.
“Oh, Jeeeesus,” she murmured as his fingers electrified her pussy.
He alternated between touching her and sparking her body. He rubbed her clit, getting it to swell, then pulled back enough for her to feel the charge. Soon, it seemed she couldn’t decide if she wanted his hand between her legs or not. Either way, she got wetter.
“Spread ’em wider,” he said, pulling her thighs apart.
He sat on the floor between her legs and inhaled her scent. Blood pounded in his head. Grabbing her by the thighs, he tongued her clit. She yelped and made sounds halfway between a laugh and a cry. He held her in place as he used his tongue as an electrode. When he granted her a reprieve by touching his tongue to her, she ground herself into him, not wanting him to create the gap for sparks to fly, wanting to stay with pleasure over pain. He brought her to the edge, to where she was groaning and her eyes were rolled toward the back of her head.
Would she remember to ask permission?
He continued applying his tongue to her engorged clit, varying the licking and sucking, sliding the tip over her urethra and teasing her slit till her legs quivered. He didn’t need to go faster or harder. He knew the spot that would send her over the edge, and when he decided to give her the climax she sought, he just had to attend it steadily.
Her body shook, first from the orgasm, then from the charge that sparked when he released her. She cried out when he shocked her again.
She shuddered. “Oh...my...God.”
He rose to his feet and observed her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. She looked beautiful.
“Good news is you didn’t use your safety word,” he said as he removed the cable. “Bad news is you forgot to ask permission.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fuck.
Life was so unfair, Kimani thought to herself.
“What’s the matter?” Ben asked, noticing the look on her face.
“You want to know the truth?” she asked.
“I’ve told you before that my problem is with lies. I don’t have a problem with the truth.”
“Let’s see...you’re the asshole who shut down the Tribune and took away my job, yet I’m the one getting punished here?”
He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “Poor baby. Life’s unfair, isn’t it?”
She yanked at her bound wrists as if she wanted her hands free to scratch his face. Why had she ever agreed to the one-on-one with this guy? How could she have been so stupid? She didn’t want to give him access to her ass anymore. Never mind that he just performed the best damn cunnilingus she had ever had. She felt her initial anger at discovering he was behind the Tribune’s closure all over again.
But a childcare center...that was huge. She hadn’t thought he would agree to it. She remembered that Ben had not been happy with Dawson’s demands, and thought a childcare center made no economic sense for the property his family was developing. But finding a location that made financial sense for the Lee Family Corporatio
n that also worked for the community would not be easy.
She knew he liked her ass, but enough to agree to build a childcare center? When the city might have let the development get away with a contribution to the city’s affordable housing pool, a public plaza, or something less challenging? She wasn’t sure she liked her own ass enough to make such a concession.
Still, this was fifty shades of messed up...wasn’t it? Only the character in that story wasn’t nearly as big a jerk as the guy standing in front of her.
Ben looked at her with emotions she couldn’t read.
“You hate me, don’t you?” he inquired.
“Why, does that turn you on?” she retorted.
He contemplated. “Sure. The thought that you might hate me, yet you still come for me, screaming and shaking...yeah, that turns me on.”
Ugh. Why was there no winning with this guy? He always had the upper hand somehow.
Was there a way to end this game? Should she forfeit so that she could go back to the relative safety of her home? Maybe she’d rather encounter the intruder again.
No, that would be foolish. As much as he aggravated her, she trusted that he wouldn’t allow her to come to any real harm. With Ben, she ultimately felt safe.
He cupped her jaw and drew her to him. “Hate me as much you want. I’m the big bad foreign developer who suppresses freedom of the press. But you’ll still come for me over and over again, pet.”
She stared into the depths of his eyes, unable to deny the truth of what he said. She wanted to reply that the body had a mind of its own, which was only partially or sometimes true. If someone other than Ben did what he did to her, she wouldn’t be aroused. She would be the victim of assault.
So the truth was, she didn’t hate Ben. At least not a hundred percent. But she wasn’t going to admit that to him.
Only he knew it already. And he was going to use that to his advantage.
“What’s the most you’ve ever come for me in one night?” Ben mused aloud. “Ten? We’ll top that tonight.”
Her legs went weak, and not just because her high heels were making her sore.
He dropped her jaw and replaced the cord of his electrical wand with a ball-tip probe.
“And you’ll want to ask permission before you come each time, or it’s going to be long night,” he warned before zapping her.
She screamed. He hadn’t increased the setting, but the new electrode managed to concentrate the charge, making it a lot more intense. He pointed it at her breast.
“Motherfucker!” she exclaimed, backing her body away from him.
He zapped her from behind, stinging her buttock, making her body strain the other direction. He came at her from all sides, and because she was strung up, she couldn’t escape. She thought about using the safety word.
“You better...be telling...the truth,” she said between difficult breath, “about that donation.”
“I promise,” he said before zapping her inner thigh.
“Oh, God! I hate you.”
He waved the wand toward her nipple. “I could be a real motherfucking asshole and fix some metal clamps to your nipples. Then charge them up with the wand.”
“No! I mean, please don’t...sir.”
He seemed pleased. “What do you suggest I do instead?”
“You want my ass, don’t you?”
A muscle along his jaw rippled. “More than anything, pet. But I’m saving the best for last.”
“Then how about a blow job?” She licked her bottom lip for effect. Anything to avoid getting her nipples electrocuted. “You liked the head I gave before.”
“I did. Does my pet want my cock in her mouth?”
She nodded and panted like a dog, even though the petplay they had done at Jake’s cabin wasn’t one of her favorite moments.
He chuckled and put away the wand.
“All right, pet,” he said after he had untied her arms from the beam. He unzipped his pants and drew out a very stiff cock. “It’s all yours.”
Though the concrete floor wasn’t going to be comfortable on her knees, she was glad to be off her feet. She settled before him and, grabbing his shaft, she licked the tip. With her tongue, she swept away the glisten of pre-cum, then lapped at the underside of the flare, before fitting her mouth over the top. He moaned as she sank down his cock.
Up and down she went, sucking and laving her tongue along his length. He fisted his hand through her hair, gently guiding her lower. She relaxed her throat to take more of him. Somehow she managed not to choke. From before, she had learned her lesson not to expend her energy too fast in an attempt to get him to come quickly. Then, she hadn’t known about his crazy Taoist practice of orgasming without ejaculating.
Only when his groans grew louder and more shallow did she increase her vigor.
With a curse, he thrust his hips. She gagged when his cock hit the back of her throat at an unexpected angle, but she recovered. She cradled his balls and stretched her fingers to rub his perineum. He cursed just before he came, pulling her off him before stumbling back. His eyes were closed in concentration, and she imagined he might have been fighting back the ejaculation. After a moment of deep breathing, he shook his head and opened his eyes.
“Well done, pet.”
She stared with amazement at his cock, still rock hard. Even though it had been tough to take at times, she wanted that cock inside her. Remembering how ruthlessly he had drilled into her the last time, she shivered. But, still, she wanted him.
Grabbing the rope around her wrists, he pulled her up, caught the back of her head, and smothered his mouth over hers. In an instant, she found herself drowning. She kissed him back to keep from being too brutalized by the kiss. Sometimes the best defense was a good offense. And she didn’t like that she often found herself forced into a passive role with him. Granted, the submission freed her to enjoy the moment and experience the most exhilarating orgasms, but sometimes she wanted to be more than his plaything to be used, teased and tormented however he liked.
Scooping her up into his arms, he walked over to the bed. Their lips remained locked as she knelt upon the mattress. He tasted good, he smelled good, a heady mix of raw lust, masculinity, and controlled power.
She gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, matching every thrust of his tongue with her own. She slid her hands beneath his shirt and caressed his abdominal muscles, moving up to his pectorals. He peeled off his shirt, and she devoured his upper body with her stare before diving for a nipple. She licked, tongued, and sucked. He allowed her to assault the hardened bud, then pinched one of her nipples to indicate she should stop.
She hoped that she hadn’t gone too far. He could make her pay all too easily.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kimani looked at him tentatively. Maybe she thought he was going to punish her. Ben let her think that for now. In the right doses, fear could serve to enhance the senses.
Climbing onto the bed, he pulled her down and tied the rope to the bars of the headboard.
“Still taking my offer not to use your safety word?” he asked as he gently massaged her breast. “Ten thousand dollars will buy brand-new courts and then some.”
“What do you have in mind?” she replied. “I don’t want my nipples getting burned with electricity.”
“We’ll work up to that.”
She frowned, not liking his joke.
He reached over to the bedside table where he had placed a ball gag. “This’ll help if you’re worried you might need the safety word.”
She stared at the gag, then at him, probably wondering whether or not to trust him. He hadn’t made it easy. She knew he was capable of wicked things, so she would have to trust that he would take her to her limits but not past them. So far in their play, he had done just that, but the past wasn’t a perfect predictor of the future.
Or maybe she was willing to sacrifice her body for a neighborhood in need, willing to be a martyr. That would make him feel like an even bigger
asshole. But he’d make it up to her.
“It’s up to you,” he said. “You could walk out of here with a childcare center and new basketball courts.”
It sounded preposterous. He had never negotiated sex before, but with Kimani, he found himself doing things he never expected to.
She pursed her lips. “I’ve got to trust that you’re going to come through.”
“You do,” he said tenderly, then changed his tone, not wanting to sound too soft. “You’re actually getting quite the deal, pet. I’ve got other ways of getting you to do what I want.”
She glared at him. “Fine. Give me the damn gag.”
Maybe she felt she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, but the possibility that she did trust him meant a lot. He slid the ball between her lips and secured the leather strap about her head. He sat back. No mouth could look hotter.
He rubbed various parts of her and planted kisses upon her breasts, belly, and thighs. With the gag in her mouth, taking away her primary form of communication, her eyes appeared even larger. They watched his every move.
After worshipping the landscape of her body, he lay beside her and caressed her between the legs. She was very, very wet. He rolled his thumb over her clit and noticed how her breath changed. After toying with her clit, he slid his digits over her slit, teasing her but not entering until it seemed she wriggled her hips in invitation. He sank a digit into her wet heat, then two. Curling his fingers, he felt the roof of her pussy. She moaned as he strummed the raised area. He pushed down on her pubic bone, collapsing the vagina about his fingers. She tried to talk through the gag in her mouth.
He knew what she was asking. “You’re wondering how you’re going to ask permission to come when you’ve got a gag in your mouth.”
She nodded.
“That is a problem,” he acknowledged.
She gave him a stare that suggested she wanted to see him six feet under right now.
“Do your best,” he said. “You can try begging with your eyes.”
He heard her swallow, which wasn’t easy with the ball gag stretching her mouth. At first she reacted like a sulking child, not wanting to engage, trying her best to resist his ministrations. But either she couldn’t resist what his fingers were doing, or she realized that holding out on coming was only delaying the inevitable, because she wasn’t going anywhere till he had gotten ten-plus orgasms out of her. Now when she writhed, it was because she was approaching her climax. He loved the way her brows knit, her nostrils flared, and her body trembled as the rapture neared its peak.