38. Volt #2
Volt blew out a breath. “Definitely not you, baby. You’re the one who made me feel safe enough to share it in the first place. If anyone, it was…” Before the name passed his lips, the memory came to him like a flash. “It was… and ex, I guess. Kurt.”
“Kurt?”
“Uh, my first year as a spark, I tried dating three people. Kurt was, well, a self-proclaimed size queen would be a good descriptor.”
“He wanted you to use that crazy huge one?” Wallace looked toward the closet. “Is that even possible?”
“Oh, believe me,” Volt said ruefully, “it’s possible. Looking back, it was probably the thing he liked most about me. But I didn’t realize it at the time. He kept taking me out to parties and fancy events. Showing me off. He had a lot of money, obviously. He, uh, offered to buy out my contract.”
Wallace cocked his head to the side. “You don’t have a contract. Magnolia dissolved it.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t know that. He thought he was buying me. He wanted to keep me at his vacation home.”
It had hurt. A lot. He’d loved being Kurt’s Daddy in the bedroom, ignoring all sorts of red flags about the rest of their time together.
It was only in retrospect that he’d really been able to understand how spoiled rich assholes like Kurt operated, and he’d sworn off dating.
But Kurt and Wallace were as different as night and day.
That hindsight also made him realize that there was probably a reason that he’d never told Kurt that he didn’t have to pay his currently assessed value back to Magnolia as part of becoming a spark, while he’d revealed it to Wallace on the afternoon of their first date.
Something else occurred to him, too. “I have another feature I haven’t told you about.”
Wallace’s expression held only curiosity and love.
Volt wiggled the fingers of the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Wallace’s deliciously plump waist. “Electrostim. It’s built into my body.
” And Sadie had liked it, dammit. She hadn’t left him for any reason more nefarious than falling in love with someone else, but that had hurt, too.
When she told him—much later than she should have—about her new husband, she’d said that she’d miss him and his talented hands.
The last part was supposed to be a joke… probably.
How much had that little joke stuck with him?
He’d thought that he wouldn’t want to remind Wallace that he was a sexbot instead of a normal human or spark. But maybe he was worried that Wallace would only want him for his sexbot features?
“So your hand can shoot out electricity or something?”
“Yes. I can make high-voltage sparks or low-voltage pulses. They both have different effects on your body.”
“Do you enjoy it?” Wallace asked. Because he was the sweetest, most amazing partner, and probably knew Volt better than he knew himself.
“I do enjoy it,” Volt admitted, another truth that became clear as he spoke it. “I enjoy it a lot. I’ve thought about doing it with you a few times.” A lot of times, really. Before he’d chickened out. “I kind of stopped because, well, another ex who might have liked it more than she liked me.”
Wallace scowled. “What’s her name?”
Volt chuckled at his prickly little hamster going on the offensive. “Sadie. But it was a long time ago.”
“Well, I don’t care what’s in your pants or in your hands. I love you, Daddy. Though if this is something you enjoy, I definitely want to try it.”
“Are you sure?” Volt asked, though he didn’t know why he was stalling.
“I have my safeword, don’t I?” Wallace reasoned seductively, running his fingers up Volt’s palm. “And you’ll make it good for me…”
Shivers ran through Volt’s body at that single light touch. Fuck, it was arousing to see Wallace flirt, confidently asking for what he wanted. Even better was the rush of knowing how much Wallace had bloomed in the past year under Volt’s adoring Daddying.
“That’s right, baby,” Volt growled. “I’ll make it so good for you.” And he really needed to touch his baby right fucking now. Needed to see him writhe and scream. Needed to watch him absolutely fall apart, clinging to Volt like he was his salvation.
“Naked, on the bed, face up,” Volt snapped out.
Wallace couldn’t obey fast enough.
Volt stalked toward the bed, already countermanding his own orders. “Leave the panties on.”
Fuck, his baby was gorgeous. That white triangle of lace stretched over his juicy butt as he kicked off those clingy, teasing pants was too much to resist.
He couldn’t give Wallace enough space to climb onto the bed, either, capturing him from behind and rubbing his clothed cock against that plump ass while his hands roamed over Wallace’s belly.
“Daddy!” Wallace moaned. “The… bed?”
“Need you too much, baby girl.” It had been hours already. Well, technically they’d been making out in the car one hour and thirty-eight minutes ago. But that was different. He’d been distracted.
Now Wallace—and the promise of watching him fall apart while Volt shocked him into ecstasy—was the only thing he could think about.
He kissed down Wallace’s neck, leaving teeth marks and bruises.
Because the next time Wallace got dressed, Volt would be choosing his clothes.
And because his creampuff would be living at Prism, sleeping in Volt’s bed, eating in Volt’s kitchen, Volt could make sure that everyone saw those sexy marks and knew that Wallace was claimed.
Wallace writhed in his arms, grinding back against his cock and driving him absolutely crazy.
Volt picked him up, one arm caught under his legs in a bridal carry, and arranged him on the bed, exactly where he wanted him. Wallace made his signature eep at the sudden movement, which only made Volt love him more.
The second Wallace was flat on his back, Volt settled on top of him, rubbing against him and letting Wallace feel his weight. Wallace’s head tilted back, begging for a kiss, and Volt gave it to him, first sweet and dirty, then fucking into his mouth with his tongue.
When he broke away, Wallace was dazed and panting. “God, I love you, baby girl.”
“Love you, too, Daddy,” Wallace replied between breaths, still clinging to Volt’s shoulders, then running his hands down Volt’s back. “I love you so much.”
“Ready to try this?” Volt asked, giving Wallace one more chance to back out.
“It’s safe?” He didn’t look too concerned. More curious.
“It’s safe. I promise. The bed and the floor are both wood, and I’ll stay away from your heart and brain.
We’ve already discussed that you don’t have any heart conditions…
not to mention that I can monitor your heart rate.
There are three types of effects that I can create using monopolar or bipolar wiring, which each have…
” He made himself stop talking. “Sorry, that was probably more information than you needed. It’s safe.
” He didn’t know why he was babbling like this. He never would have with a client.
Wallace grinned up at him. “Daddy, you’re forgetting that I’m a total engineering nerd. Tell me more?”
Volt felt a little silly… but he actually did kind of love this stuff. And he’d never had anybody ask about it before.
“Well, with a monopolar probe I can send a high-voltage, low-amperage, high-frequency current across a small air gap to give you a little zap. I could even put a grounding pad underneath you, though it’s not necessary.” Was this too much? Was he totally killing the mood?
“So it grounds through my whole body?” Wallace asked, looking intrigued.
“Yeah,” Volt agreed. His baby really was a delightful little nerd. “Or I can choose exactly what part of your body the current runs through by grounding it myself. Like sending it right across your pretty little cocklet.”
Wallace sucked in a sharp breath. “What’s the third option, Daddy?”
How did he make that sound so seductive? “Well, with bipolar probes in the same place, I can vary the frequency on a low-voltage, low-amperage current that just has a localized sensation. Like right up against your pleasure spot.”
Wallace shivered, eyes going a little glassy. “Wow, Daddy. And I thought you weren’t good at mechanical stuff,” he teased.
Volt laughed. “Only at this, apparently.” It just made sense. He knew instinctively what was safe. How to touch. How to make someone moan and scream. But also how to be safe. Where the current was flowing. How much voltage or amperage he could apply.
“Daddy, now?” Wallace whimpered. “I want you to use all of them.”
Fuck. Wallace was a wonder. A brilliant mind and a gorgeous soul. Not to mention his sexy body.
Volt climbed off the bed—because grounding was real, and he needed to control exactly where they were touching—but he kept his hands on Wallace the entire time. He stroked up and down, exploring and enjoying all of Wallace’s flesh.
And then, when he was ready, he held his index finger just above the smooth flesh on Wallace’s thigh.
The skin around his fingertip retracted into six small panels to reveal the thin, neon-filled, shatter-proof glass bulb inside.
With a thought, he sent a faint purple spark across the gap to Wallace’s skin.
“Oh!” Wallace cried out.
“What do you think?” Volt asked, eager for the answer. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted Wallace to enjoy it.
“Umm… try it again?”
Still on the same low setting, Volt shocked him a few inches closer to his rapidly filling cocklet.
Wallace let out a sharp gasp, and then a whimper.
“Good?” Volt grinned.
“Yeah. Um, can you… do more?”
Volt caressed Wallace’s thighs, teasing with light touches, then ran little zips of current up his leg to where it met his inner thigh.
Wallace’s chest arched, his breathing growing ragged. At this new intensity, it should still be somewhere between tingling and hurting.
“More, creampuff?”
“Please, Daddy.” Wallace licked his lips, his eyes begging.
Volt started on the other leg, taking things up a notch. He watched Wallace’s face scrunch up as he gave a sharper zap, before every muscle in his body melted with a moan.