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“Up on the table, Angel. I’m going to do something I’ve been thinking about doing since I first saw you,” I command.
Julia scrambles to the table and sits facing me. I push her gently to lie down.
She automatically spreads her legs, giving the assembled audience a view of how wet our attention has made her.
There are cream leather straps along the edges of the table. I secure them around her spread thighs and at her delicate wrists above her head.
The painted girls bring me a violet wand, a heavy device with a glass mushroom-shaped electrode at the end. I press the foot pedal, and it lights up a shimmering purple.
Julia’s skin glows in the light, the diamonds on her nipple clamps glowing. I nod, and the girls remove them. I don’t want to burn her rosy nipples, but I do want to shock them.
Julia’s head perks up when she hears the droning electric noise break through the driving beat.
She watches while I hold my finger a centimeter away from the glowing glass. A tiny arc of purple light jumps from the glass to my finger, giving me a sharp, tingling shock. Perfect setting to start her on.
Chapter 26
Julia
Purple light glows from Killian’s hand. I watch the spark of electricity arc from the rounded glass to his finger. Even his unflappable shoulder jolts from the shock.
Never in my life would I have imagined myself naked, collared, and tied to a table in a room made of glass under the watchful gaze of the patrons of Hedonism. But with Killian, the unimaginable seems almost expected—and incredibly wonderful, too.
Spencer is reclining in a white fur-covered chair, slowly stroking himself through his pants as he watches what Killian is about to do.
The frantic beat of the music in the club fades from my notice. All I can hear is the buzzing of the glass wand slowly moving toward me. The crowd of nearly naked people all touching themselves and each other on the other side of the glass fades away as well.
All I can see now is the glowing purple glass and Killian’s dangerously blue eyes with their enchanting glint of mischief. He brings it a hand’s breadth away from my face. I catch my breath, anticipating a shock…but nothing comes.
“Just letting you see it before we start, Princess,” Killian drawls. “I’ll never use this near your pretty eyes.”
“Remember, Julia,” he says, “I’ll only do things that bring you pleasure and order. I’ll never hurt you.”
He stares deep into my eyes. He’s waiting for me to consent. I’m wearing his collar, but he is waiting to be sure I understand what it means right now.
I nod my head. I hope that’s enough to show my approval, because I don’t know where my voice has gone.
It is. Killian nods, smiling, and moves the glass wand towards my arm. I turn my head and watch him as intently as any of our audience.
He brings the glowing purple light almost to my skin. I feel the electric tingle shock through me well before I see the arc to my skin.
I gasp and cry out. Killian smiles and does it again.
I know what to expect this time, but it doesn’t change the shocking feeling. It’s like the tingle of a lover’s kiss in dry air, mixed with an unfortunate bump to the elbow, amplified by multitudes.
Killian rubs his hands over the places he shocked me, and I moan at his gentle touch. It soothes the shocking sensation.
Then he does it again, this time drawing a line from my elbow to my shoulder, holding the glass just above my skin.
I find my voice and let out a high, squeaking moan. I close my eyes, letting the tingling jolts invade my body and send a wave of unique pleasure straight to my core.
Killian starts tracing new lines of electricity down my side, along my breasts. He avoids my collar, but the rest of my torso is consistently assaulted with light, purple jolts of tiny lightning. I twitch and moan.
I’ll never know if he is about to shock me or run his soft hands over the trail he just blazed, and the surprise and anticipation has me as on edge as the shocks themselves.
After a long line of electricity runs between my breasts almost to my navel and after feeling warm, gentle hands softening the jolt, I feel Spencer’s rough two a.m. shadow rubbing against my bound thighs.
With the next jolt from Killian, Spencer flicks his tongue against my exposed clit. I open my eyes and see him leaning over the table I’m strapped to, grinning at me mischievously. He teases the top of my pelvis with his rough chin.
Another long line of the wand forces my eyes shut and my hips bucking. Spencer is there, with his tongue lashing out to taste my dripping juices. He doesn’t part my pussy lips yet, but he licks and nibbles teasingly at my dripping cunt.
