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.