Cherise Sinclair - Edge of the Enforcer

“Don’t worry; you won’t be thinking about it soon.” DeVries gave her the ominous statement as he set bandage scissors on the coffee table. He wound rope around her wrist and paused. “Your file showed no medical concerns. Are marks a problem?”

Not in San Francisco, where everyone wore a sweater or a suit. “No, Sir.”

“Good.”

He ran the ropes over the sofa ends and down to the wooden legs, pulling her arms out to each side. As he finished the knots, she looked at the leather wrist and ankle cuffs in his toy bag. Why was he using rope?

He followed her gaze. “Metal and electricity don’t mix well.”

Electricity. Oh God.

After positioning her with her ass on the edge of the bottom cushion and her shoulders against the sofa back, he tied each ankle to a sofa leg. Her knees were widely apart, her pussy open and…way too accessible. To electricity.

As he set up the violet wand equipment, she looked up into his tanned face. In the dim light, she couldn’t read his eyes. “I’m not a masochist,” she whispered. “I’m—”

“I know.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you past what you can take.”

Oh God, he wasn’t very reassuring. There was a wide gap between take and enjoy . She closed her eyes and concentrated on regulating her breathing.

“Eyes on me, pet.” He stepped on the foot pedal, and the wand came to life with an ominous crackling. Inside the mushroom-headed, transparent tube, the gas turned a glowing violet color.

The mushroom top approached her arm, making a bacon-in-the-frying-pan sound. She tensed. But for nothing. In fact, she didn’t feel a thing.

He studied her face before adjusting the setting. She felt a slight tingle. Another adjustment. The sound grew louder.

This time, as he ran the wand up her arm, a quarter inch from the skin, she bit her lip. The tingling had changed to an odd sparky feeling, not…quite…painful.

His lips tipped up slightly. “About right.” He moved the tube over her upper arm, hovering above the skin. Fine sparks hit her, and her arm twitched, pulling on the rope.

Over her shoulder. Downward. Oh God.

She shivered as he circled one breast, and the other, the tingling like a myriad of tiny bites. Her nipples bunched until they ached.

“Nice.” His voice was husky.

“DeVries,” she whispered, not sure what she wanted to say. “I—”

His foot came off the pedal, and he leaned forward to kiss her, sweetly and slowly. His mouth traced over the curve of her neck and down.

He took one nipple in his mouth—typical man, going for the breasts—and sucked hard. His teeth pinched the peak painfully.

She gasped, sensation bursting through her.

He sucked on the other peak, nipped, straightened, and smiled into her eyes. The hint of a dimple appeared in his right cheek. “Now, we’ll play.”

After changing the attachment on the wand to a long metal-tipped cord he tucked under his belt, he stepped on the foot pedal. Sparks flew from his fingertips, tingling over her.

He moved one hand up, always less than an inch from her skin, and one finger circled her breast. Angled in toward her right nipple.

She tensed. Bit her lip against the need to yell no.

His gaze made a circuit, checking her face, her muscles, the position of his hand. He circled the areola, almost touching, and the arcing electricity felt like bubbly water. Pleasant.

All too soon he widened the gap between his finger and her skin, and the bubbles turned to needlelike sparks. Painful sparks. She jumped, tugged on the ropes, yet could feel her body responding, wanting more as arousal bloomed with liquid heat inside her.

He did her other breast, creating a stream of sensation to her lower half, until her pussy was throbbing. She shifted position, shifted again, and couldn’t even get her legs together to try to ease the urgency.

His chuckle was a wolflike growl. “Squirmy little girl. Pretty.” He shut the wand off and leaned forward, taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking on the abused tissue until she arched. He switched to the other one, and his tongue was enticingly wet and hot and smooth after the tormenting sparks.

The next time he turned the electricity on, he used his finger to make sizzling circles over her stomach, up her arms, and across her armpits. She giggled and wiggled…and gasped when her movements drove the anal plug deeper.

He moved down her thighs, teasing her with forays toward her mound. And each time the lightly painful sparks grew close, her hips rose upward to get touched there . And yet the idea was terrifying.

When the wand turned off, she moaned. Her pussy was so swollen, aching. She was dying here. “Sir,” she whispered. “Please.”

His eyes were half-lidded as he regarded her, “We can stop. I don’t know you well enough to push you.”

But… She didn’t wish for him to stop. Not really. “I meant—I want—”

“I know what you want, little girl.” His half smile was affectionate. Cruel.

Her insides clenched.

He went down on one knee between her legs, positioning himself so his wide shoulders avoided her knees and thighs.

What was he going to do? The Enforcer didn’t do oral—at least he never had in the club. To her surprise, he licked over her pussy, and his stiff tongue circled the entrance.

She was so needy and swollen, and the feeling of his mouth was totally lush, everything she wanted…yet not quite enough.

He swept his tongue over her clit, teased at the hood, and all her nerve endings seemed to focus on that spot.

And then he put his knee on the foot control, turning on the power. Bit by bit, he moved his head toward her thigh. Sparks leaped from his cheek, and her muscles jumped with the jolt of electricity. He tantalized her other leg with his face. And moved closer.

His nose almost touched her outer labia, and it felt like being in a Jacuzzi with the jets pointing directly at her. “Oh God!”

He pulled back, increasing the sparking until it was edged toward pain, as if the tingles were pushing through her skin and going deeper.

As he shifted upward, the muscles of her inner thighs tightened, trying to squeeze her legs together. God, she wasn’t sure she could take the feeling directly on her—

His tongue hovered over her clit, and electricity zipped from it to the exposed nub with an exquisitely painful burst of pleasure. “Aaah!” The pressure low in her core tightened.

He backed off and released the power.

As she sank back against the cushions, he nuzzled her. His beard stubble scraped over her shaved outer labia, over her mound. His tongue ran over her like hot, wet silk. The pressure inside her coiled fiercely.

His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked lightly.

More, more, more . Each tiny suck lured her closer. Her hands fisted as her thighs trembled. Her moan was long and shaky and made him laugh.

He lifted his head and, oh God, turned the electricity on again. The tiny zipping sounds increased as he leaned forward.

The shock struck a second before he closed his lips around the button of nerves. She was so swollen, so exposed that the bare touch of his tongue was almost too much. He sucked, and her hips bucked.

Immediately, he opened his mouth, and sparks flew in the tiny gap between his lips and her pussy. The tingles hit her from all sides, like bubbles hitting her at highway speeds.

Too much. Heat washed over her. She shuddered, pulling at the restraints, needing more, needing less.

A chuckle rumbled from him. He licked over her clit, easing the sensation, before opening his lips around her. The sparks struck her again.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Her whole body went rigid as her center clenched, as her orgasm surged upward, hit the top, and there was no stopping. The devastating sensations exploded outward like a fireball of pleasure, out of control, consuming everything in its path. She gasped for air as the room went brilliant with light.