Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Protecting New York (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Lainey Reese

then turned her attention back to the impromptu lesson.
    “There are different wands and with each you can adjust the strength of the zap it gives. We are gonna play with these a bit first and then it’ll get really interesting.” He turned his sandy head and pointed toward the stall where Cade was making minute adjustments to Riley’s bindings. “The reason we reserved this station is because it’s the last stall in the place so it’s nice and dark. Also, just wait until we use the displacement mat.” When he saw her brows shoot up, he answered her question before she could ask it. “It’s a rubber mat that we are putting under her feet and then this”—he held up the wand—“is going under the mat. That will make her the wand, in a manner of speaking. Then, when we run our hands or tools over her, the sparks will literally fly.” He winked at his own pun and walked back to where Cade and Riley were waiting to begin.
    For endless minutes, they took turns running different shaped and colored wands over their beautifully tied sub. Sparks danced over her skin in a miniature ballet of light.
    Cheyenne was mesmerized. It wasn’t long before Riley’s gorgeous body was covered in a sheen of dewy perspiration that made her skin glisten like she’d been coated with oil.
    With her limbs completely restrained, Riley let her reactions out in the only way left for her—vocally. Shy watched the other woman moan and pant and beg. When the intensity increased, Riley began to shout and bite back screams. Screams of pleasure and screams of torment that were barely choked off as her men danced Riley right to the edge of her endurance, then kept her there.
    The sadistic Doms withheld permission to come. Cheyenne didn’t know how Riley could stand it. She was only watching and Cheyenne was practically ready to come herself. Shy could not imagine how much noise she’d make if she were in Riley’s place.
    There was something so elemental about the scene. Primal. The sparks danced over her caramel skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Riley arched within her restraints and set her perfect rear to jiggling every time she did.
    Cheyenne wasn’t aware that every arch and flinch that Riley made was replicated by her own body. She didn’t know she was grinding against the butterfly still between her thighs until Faulkner switched it back on. Her shout was every bit as guttural as one of Riley’s.
    “I don’t want you to come until I give you permission.” That stopped all her restless movements and she peeled her eyes away from the mesmerizing scene to meet Faulkner’s intense gaze. “Will you do that for me, Shy? Fight your body and don’t come until I say so?”
    It was an intriguing concept. As a woman who never had much luck in the bedroom before Faulkner had come along, orgasms had been few and far between. She’d always worked as hard as she could to achieve climax, and now she was faced with denying it? Could she hold back? Was it possible for her to not come when the orgasm was upon her? She had no idea. But she thought it sure would be fun to find out.
    “I can try,” she told him.
    He was quiet for a moment and Cheyenne watched as his eyes ran over her face like he was memorizing it. “I’m a fucking lucky bastard, Shy. You know that? Luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.” Then his hand scooped the back of her neck and he pulled her in for a kiss that had her trying to climb him like a jungle gym.
    “Mmm, God, babe,” he murmured into her mouth as his hands molded over her curves with an urgency that matched her own. “Enough now or I’m gonna take you right here.”
    “Okay,” she told him. After all, it sounded like a great idea to her.
    “Brat,” he said with an affectionate rumble. “I’m not ready to go there yet. Now turn around and behave.” He thwarted his own order, though, by smashing her close for a ferocious kiss while his hands ground her hips against his, effectively reducing