He groans under his breath. His jaw locks. His biceps flex against therestraints. His legs tense, toes curl, and then his determined blues fixate on me.
I don't move, fighting sensations that shouldn't be attacking me in this moment. But I've quickly learned Brax isn't like other men I've met. Something is different with him. I just can't put my finger on it yet.
A bead of sweat slides from his temple down to his jaw.
"Breathe," I instruct. "If you resist the current, you'll make it worse."
He ignores me. Of course.
Another surge hits him, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
His body jerks in small movements, enough to indicate he's reaching his limit.
"Had enough?" I smirk.
He doesn't answer.
I go to the wall and turn the dial up one notch.
A raw, primal, and infuriatingly arousing growl comes out of him, echoing against the concrete.
I lower my voice. "Say. It."
His chest heaves, and his hands clench into fists so tight his knuckles turn white. Finally, he breaks, snapping, "Enough!"
I turn the dial off.
The room drops into silence except for Brax's ragged breaths. His muscles twitch as the current dissipates.
I approach slowly and unlock the cuff.
His arm drops to his thigh, heavy, almost limp. His voice shakes. "What…was that?"
"Lesson one."
"Of how many?"
"Three."
His laugh comes out dark. "You enjoyed that."
"No, I didn't."
He lifts his head, eyes locking onto mine with heat that could scorch the walls. "You like seeing me suffer."
"I like seeing you survive."
He stands slowly, muscles still trembling. He's bigger than me, stronger than me, and could squeeze the life out of me.
If I'm not careful, he might.
His hand slides between my thighs.
I gasp.
His voice drops low, dangerous. "I knew your panties just got wet."
My heart's never raced so fast. I can't move, and I should.
