Page 152 of Pulse Zero
I move backward off the bed, and he bolts up, like he’s determined to get to me before my shadows get tohim. That doesn’t happen. He leaps off the bed, and he’s practically in midair when my shadows grab at him. They curl around him, his torso, his ankles, his wrists, like strands of night.
Then they rip.
His clothes tear at the seams, shredded right off his body. They spin him around as they strip him, and I get a view of the circuit board tattooed in shaded black ink down the curve of his spine. It’s surprisingly beautiful on him.
He continues struggling as they face him toward me again, squirming as ribbons of fabric go floating to the ground. His nipples are firm peaks when they hit the cool air. The rest of his clothes disappear completely, and his cock is already rock fucking hard by the time it’s exposed.
Cason doesn’t stop fighting.
He writhes as the shadows tighten their hold on his naked body, coiling around his thighs, his throat, his cock. They wind around his wrists and pull them up over his head, stretching his arms taut. When he can hardly move, he resorts to lighting sparks. They flicker within the dark like lightning in storm clouds. I take another step back and tilt my head because the sight of him all naked and tied up in my shadows as they flash with bolts of white and blue and green might just be the most beautiful and tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen.
But as I told him before, he can’t electrocute shadows.
As though in retaliation for the attempt, the shadows cinch around him a little tighter everywhere. Precum gathers at the tip of his length, and he has to work a little harder to breathe.
“Fuck you!” Then his angry gaze meets mine. “Fuck you too!”
I can’t help but chuckle at that.
Closing the distance between us again, I stand in front ofhim. We’re directly at eye level now, the shadows holding him in place where his toes are brushing the floor. He pants heavily as he scowls at me, his chest heaving and his green hair sticking to his temples with sweat.
Moving my gun, I run the side of the barrel up the underside of his cock, shadows parting for it. The glare practically melts off his face, and his eyes roll into the back of his head, his lips parted on a soft moan.
“What do you think, Cason?” I stroke him a few times with the cold steel. “Should we let my shadows have their way with you?”
I ask him because of what he said before, about wantingme. I know he doesn’t mindthem, but I don’t know how close he needs me to be to enjoy everything they could do to him.
When his gaze meets mine again, it’s scowling like before. “Go fuck yourself.”
I smirk and raise a brow. “That’s not a no.”
Stepping back, I place my gun on the dresser and lean back against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Can you reach me from there?” I ask.
It only takes two seconds before he realizes what I mean, and I feel a shock run up the length of my legs. I wince because it was enough to hurt. Based on the little glint in his eyes, the little menace did it on purpose.
Even so, I tell him, “Good boy. You want to keep fighting, fight all you want. But you dothatagain, everything stops. Understand?”
He nods, and the shadows take that as their cue.
They wrap around him everywhere a little tighter again, causing him to grunt as they cinch around his thighs and waist and arms, holding him in place as though he’s suspended from the ceiling. They wind around him in pretty patterns like shadow Shibari. Faint little sparks flicker in their darkness before theyfade as the shadows tighten around his throat, the last little bit of fight bleeding out of him.
Cason’s eyes grow heavy again as the shadows start stroking up and down his length. Then, as they form a long, thin rod in the air in front of him, his eyes widen instead, his breath catching.
I watch him closely. He didn’t want it last time, but I know he reluctantly enjoyed it the first time. I may have gotten carried away needing some part of me to just be the fuck inside of him, even if that meant my shadows sounding him, but I won’t make that mistake again. I want him to want it because there’s just something about my shadows filling him in that way, the only extension of me that can reach that deeply, give that intense of an orgasm that I know he experienced. But it’ll only ever happen again if he wants it.
Without taking his eyes off the shadow rod in front of him, he gives another small nod of his head.
It moves, lowering to the tip of his cock. The other shadows hold his length while the rod gently, slowly pushes its way inside. All the while, Cason stares down at it, lips parted, breathing ceased. Once it’s about an inch in, he takes a gasping breath, followed by a litany of moans and whimpers.
“It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” I ask, my voice that deep kind that I often don’t recognize.
It takes several seconds before he’s able to look up. “You…you’ve done this?”
Still leaning against the wall, I let my gaze linger on his cock a moment longer as it takes another couple inches. Then my eyes drift up to lock onto his, and the smirk that takes over my face is feral. “My shadows and I have had a lot of fun together.”
“Oh fuck,” he groans as precum dribbles from his slit as the rod starts to slowly move back out. “I want to watch.”
