Page 28 of Ripple Effect, Vol. 2

“Good girl. You’re gonna feel everything. Everything, baby.”

Slipping the knife between his teeth, he tugs at his back pocket and pulls out a long black piece of fabric, before shoving his jeans to the floor, kicking them away.

Removing the blade from his mouth, he licks his lips and gives a quick pump of his shaft. “Look how hard I am, Bandit. You did this shit.”

A twinge of panic shoots up my spine, as his dick stands proud against his stomach, the length of it defying what I know of the male organ. He’s long with an upward trajectory, and thick enough to anticipate a healthy burn when he’s done with me. Veins branch beneath his skin, a delicious map that feeds his ever-growing erection. Remembering that thing inside me casts a ripple of both fear and excitement.

Abandoning his cock, he lifts the cylinder from the bed and a low buzzing noise has my stomach sinking into oblivion. Oh shit. The glass tube glows a neon violet color, and when he slips the showerhead end across his skin, thin threads of lightning reach out to him, as it crackles against his flesh. He grits his teeth and releases a groan, dragging it down his chest.

“It’s called a violet wand.” Gripping the glass portion, he tugs it from its base, like it’s some kind of accessory, and swaps it for an intimidating probe-looking apparatus, attached to a cable. Nabbing tape from the case, he secures the probe to his body, and fits the wand into a holster that he straps to his waist.

With a dark smile, he steps toward me.

My whole body shudders with fear, but when he reaches out, a low drumming sensation, nothing more than a bubbly champagne tingle, dances across my arm.

Holy shit.

Definitely not the Harry Potter variety of wands. Breath whooshes out of my nose when his fingers circle my nipple, creating an exquisite tremor that has me writhing against the wooden pole. He tilts his head and drags his tongue, feather-light, along my throat, the zest from his mouth bubbling across the surface like poprocks, and I gasp and curse when he sucks at my neck. This wand electrifies his whole body. His tongue. His fingers. Somehow just having it attached to him transfers the electricity to me. I hold my breath and release a shuddering sigh. It feels … incredible.

The most wonderful commotion I’ve ever experienced, both in and on my body. The effervescence intensifies and the rumble of his groaning as he kisses my throat leaves me weak in the knees. I want to collapse into him and let the tickle of his touch drown me in ecstasy.

The feather light sweep of his lips across my nipple twitches my muscles, and I cry out, wilting just enough that the binds at my throat catch me, setting me upright again.

A desperate moan rips from deep in my belly, and if not for the tape, I’d have screamed his name.

The tormenting suck paired with the bubbly sensation when he pulls away is maddening, and part of me wants to sob, another part of me wants him to keep at it because the stirring of my stomach tells me I could get off this way.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby? You’re going to love this, then.” He drags his finger down my arm.

My body is a livewire, exposed, all my senses heightened.

I shake my head as he holds out the blindfold to me and make a pathetic attempt to protest into the barrier at my mouth when he fastens it behind my head, turning my world to pitch-blackness.

“Shhhh,” he whispers in my ear. “This will all be over soon.”

The fizz of his tongue trails down my belly, over my navel until he reaches my pussy.

No more than a whispering touch, his tongue paints my clit, and I clench my hands into fists, panting through my nose.

“Fuck!” I mumble through the tape.

I hear him snicker and he laps at me again, his tongue slicing through my folds with that delectable tingle. Something that sounds like hysterics beats through my chest, blocked by the tape and when his fingers spread me apart, an animal sound rumbles in my throat setting my thighs trembling. Pulling and tugging at my binds is as ineffective as screaming into the tape.

In a moment of mercy, the buzzing stops and I hang limp from the chains, weakened from his torment.

My nerves are rattled as shit, like bouncing wires, electrified and charged, but my head feels light, eyelids suddenly heavy with arousal.

This turns me on? What the hell is wrong with me?

“You’re a smart girl, Bandit. Did you know the frequency given off by that wand excites your nerves? Makes you excitable. Every touch is magnified.” His breath hits my throat before his teeth, and a sigh passes my lips as he licks at the junction of my neck and collarbone. “Everything I do to you is intensified.”

He’s exactly right. Every time he touches me, I feel dizzy with want. The sensation breaches the haze of the pills, titillating every nerve inside my body, until I’m drunk with the need to be fucked.

He slowly removes the tape from my mouth and I suck in a long breath.

“Untie me,” I say, breathless and lust-glutton. The pills must be wearing off. The craving burns inside of me again, tamped down by a much larger flame—the one that yearns for Rip’s touch. The one that begs to be finished, so I can pop another pill and fall into the most blissful sleep I’ve had in months.

“I don’t think so, Bandit. Roped and blindfolded makes you look good enough to eat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like feeling helpless.” A rounded surface, like the end of his blade, circles my nipple. “Gives you an excuse to enjoy it, doesn’t it?”