rack and shrugged into it before he approached the table and stripped the restraints from her body. She moaned. Her eyes were shut.
Gently, he rolled her over and gathered her into his arms. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her on his lap. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She opened one eye. “If you have to ask, you’re doing it wrong.”
He chuckled and hugged her, careful to keep leather between them.
Both of her eyes opened. “You don’t scare me, you know.” She grabbed his head and pulled it down. He twisted out of her grasp. Hurt flashed in her dark eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he protested. “I’ve never kissed a girl before. You terrify me.”
She looked appeased. “I let you strap me to a table and tickle me with a wire—don’t tell me I scare you .”
“Tickle? Did you just say tickle? I zapped you with enough energy to run the house for a week—don’t tell me it didn’t hurt you.”
She shook her head. “Didn’t hurt.”
“You might change your mind when you see your back.”
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. His gaze dropped to her breast, now thrust in his face. He licked her nipple. She gasped and scrambled out of his lap. “How come you can touch me but I can’t touch you?”
“Because I’m paying attention when I touch you. I keep the current controlled. You do not want to surprise me.” She stood in front of him, which put her pussy at eye level. He looked, naturally, then laughed as she dashed across the room for her clothes. “A little late for modesty, don’t you think?”
“Easy for you to say. I haven’t seen you naked yet.”
He watched her dress with the same surgical precision with which she had stripped an hour ago. He took her hand and tugged her toward the stairs.
“You promised to show me the lab,” she protested.
“After dinner. I’m starving. Text your brother while I check out what’s in the fridge.”
She doubled back to grab her purse. “What did you see on the heart monitors?” she asked as she sent the text.
“Normally, the levels stay pretty low for a first session with a new sub. Progressive sessions build electricity in the muscles, almost like stored energy. It’s the basis for my bioelectrical enhancer research, but it’s damn hard on my sex life. I can’t work with a sub more than a half dozen times before it gets dangerous. I always have to find someone new.” Best to get that out there. He didn’t want her to form an attachment to him. “Your levels stayed within normal limits.”
“Normal or normal limits with a new sub?”
“Normal,” he said. “But I don’t know what that means. You haven’t manifested any kind of power?”
She shook her head.
“Have you tried?”
She snorted. “I’ve tried everything I could think of. I jumped off the shed to see if I could fly. I burned my arm playing with fire. I nearly drowned myself in the bathtub trying to breathe underwater, which was bad enough, but then Jake beat the hell out of me for being so stupid. The only thing remotely unusual about me is that Jake can’t make me do things.”
“And Sam can’t mess with your head.”
“Nope.”
“And my electrons don’t hurt you.”
“Definitely not.”
The sly grin on her face made him hard again, but he refused to be distracted. “Do you think you’re a neutral? Maybe other talents don’t affect you?”
“What kind of a lame power is that? That’s like an anti-talent, worse than having no talent at all.” She frowned, picking up her abandoned water glass on the kitchen counter and taking a long sip.
“Oh, I don’t know. It works out well for me.” Cal opened the fridge to hide his own scowl. Of course she was disappointed. She wasn’t in this for the kink. It had been an experiment, a failed experiment from her perspective, a potentially life-changing event from his perspective. He stared into the crisper without focusing on a single vegetable.
“Do you know
Gently, he rolled her over and gathered her into his arms. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her on his lap. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She opened one eye. “If you have to ask, you’re doing it wrong.”
He chuckled and hugged her, careful to keep leather between them.
Both of her eyes opened. “You don’t scare me, you know.” She grabbed his head and pulled it down. He twisted out of her grasp. Hurt flashed in her dark eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he protested. “I’ve never kissed a girl before. You terrify me.”
She looked appeased. “I let you strap me to a table and tickle me with a wire—don’t tell me I scare you .”
“Tickle? Did you just say tickle? I zapped you with enough energy to run the house for a week—don’t tell me it didn’t hurt you.”
She shook her head. “Didn’t hurt.”
“You might change your mind when you see your back.”
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. His gaze dropped to her breast, now thrust in his face. He licked her nipple. She gasped and scrambled out of his lap. “How come you can touch me but I can’t touch you?”
“Because I’m paying attention when I touch you. I keep the current controlled. You do not want to surprise me.” She stood in front of him, which put her pussy at eye level. He looked, naturally, then laughed as she dashed across the room for her clothes. “A little late for modesty, don’t you think?”
“Easy for you to say. I haven’t seen you naked yet.”
He watched her dress with the same surgical precision with which she had stripped an hour ago. He took her hand and tugged her toward the stairs.
“You promised to show me the lab,” she protested.
“After dinner. I’m starving. Text your brother while I check out what’s in the fridge.”
She doubled back to grab her purse. “What did you see on the heart monitors?” she asked as she sent the text.
“Normally, the levels stay pretty low for a first session with a new sub. Progressive sessions build electricity in the muscles, almost like stored energy. It’s the basis for my bioelectrical enhancer research, but it’s damn hard on my sex life. I can’t work with a sub more than a half dozen times before it gets dangerous. I always have to find someone new.” Best to get that out there. He didn’t want her to form an attachment to him. “Your levels stayed within normal limits.”
“Normal or normal limits with a new sub?”
“Normal,” he said. “But I don’t know what that means. You haven’t manifested any kind of power?”
She shook her head.
“Have you tried?”
She snorted. “I’ve tried everything I could think of. I jumped off the shed to see if I could fly. I burned my arm playing with fire. I nearly drowned myself in the bathtub trying to breathe underwater, which was bad enough, but then Jake beat the hell out of me for being so stupid. The only thing remotely unusual about me is that Jake can’t make me do things.”
“And Sam can’t mess with your head.”
“Nope.”
“And my electrons don’t hurt you.”
“Definitely not.”
The sly grin on her face made him hard again, but he refused to be distracted. “Do you think you’re a neutral? Maybe other talents don’t affect you?”
“What kind of a lame power is that? That’s like an anti-talent, worse than having no talent at all.” She frowned, picking up her abandoned water glass on the kitchen counter and taking a long sip.
“Oh, I don’t know. It works out well for me.” Cal opened the fridge to hide his own scowl. Of course she was disappointed. She wasn’t in this for the kink. It had been an experiment, a failed experiment from her perspective, a potentially life-changing event from his perspective. He stared into the crisper without focusing on a single vegetable.
“Do you know
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