Electric Engagement by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online Page B

the electricity arced to her body.
    Carla jerked, her spine bowing forward as sensation jolted through her body. She felt the rush all the way to her toes. She thrashed against the ropes as he switched breasts. It didn’t tickle anymore. For once the ropes didn’t hug her, only held her in place for her torment.
    He went to a knee, drawing the electrode down her soft stomach. She sucked in, more to avoid the electricity than from self-consciousness. Ryan had never skimped on his praise of her. He traced her navel, the curve of her hip. While the first zap hadn’t been that bad, the longer this went on, the more intense the sensation became. It didn’t quite hurt and it no longer tickled, but it wasn’t exactly a good feeling. Blood rushed past her ears and every fiber of her body was aware of the command this man wielded over her.
    Carla dropped her gaze to Ryan’s face. The outside lights must have turned on. Cheerful, multicolored dots of light flashed on the floor and across his face. His dirty-blond hair was painted red, and the strong lines of his face purple by the glow of the wand. His chest was bare save for the light, wiry hair dusting his pecs and leading down past the band of his pants.
    As she stared at him, the wand didn’t seem quite so intimidating. Her mind cleared of everything except what he made her feel and the look of rapt concentration on his face. Ryan was a master at what he did. She trusted him, even if right now she wasn’t excited about it.
    His gaze rose, locking with hers. His entire focus was on her and how he was making her feel. In this moment, she knew she was the center of his world and that she’d do anything to please him. This wonderful, caring man who’d walked into her life when she hadn’t expected anyone.
    She sucked in a deep breath, sudden tears pricking her eyes.
    “What is it?” He lifted the wand from her skin. Of course he would know the instant her thoughts drifted.
    He was so attentive, so acutely aware of her during play in a way she forgot. Always aware of the slightest shift.
    Her broken past was not about to come between them. She inhaled and shoved the toxic memories back in the garbage where they belonged. Instead she fixated on the Dominant who’d caught her, with every intention of keeping her.
    “Is that it?” she said between breaths.
    “Oh baby, we’ve barely begun. You did say you wanted to push your boundaries. I’m only doing what you begged me to do.” A grin slowly spread across Ryan’s face. She knew better than to think she’d dissuaded him from searching out the pain, no matter how slight. It was as if the man were determined to put all her broken pieces back together by sheer force of love.
    He twisted the knob at the base of the wand, and his lips curled upward with wicked intent. Her stomach flip-flopped. Maybe she should have rethought her choice of words?
    He wouldn’t.
    Ryan lifted the wand once more to her right breast. She twisted, or tried to. There was no escaping his purpose.
    “Fuck you,” she yelled as the kiss of the wand coasted over the curve of her breast. Little bursts of color blossomed behind her eyes. She groaned, the pitch rising as he circled her areola.
    “You will, baby. If you’re good.”
    Just the thought of him thrusting into her while she was completely immobilized was a fantasy in and of itself. Lust gripped her core and she tried to rub her thighs together, but that movement was impossible. Her legs were parted, preventing her from shielding her most sensitive flesh from him.
    Ryan had her completely at his mercy, and she tumbled into his command. It was always like this with him. Sure, she talked big, but they both knew Ryan was more of a bad-ass than she’d ever be. Yet he accepted her just as she was.
    The flow of energy arced to her nipple once more and she flinched away, whimpering. It was as though the charge to her breast went straight to her clit. The little bundle of nerves throbbed in time