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“One here, and one here.” He touched her mons and then reached lower, tapping her perineum. “Send the current right along here.” One blunt fingertip traced up, dipping briefly into her entrance, then between her arousal-swollen labia, and across her clit.

To finally, finally have some stimulation on her clit was more relief than pleasure. She inhaled as his finger glided over her, waiting.

Waiting for him to do it again.

Waiting for the orgasm she desperately needed.

Nathan pulled back and reached into the box, selecting two more electrode pads. Tara rattled the chains in frustration.

He wiped the skin between her vagina and ass, drying it, before placing a square pad there, the sticky gel cold. The second pad was a crescent shape, the inner curve arching over the top of her slit. He pressed hard, adhering the pad. She tipped her hips, hoping to make one of his fingers accidentally slip down to her clit. He grunted in amusement as he gave her pussy a firm pat that she wished had been a spank.

“Talk to me,” Nathan commanded as he once more connected the leads to the pads.

“I’m frustrated.”

“Sexually or emotionally?”

“Both.”

He arched a brow.

“Sexually, but also, the sensation was…unsettling.”

“That makes sense.” With the box in one hand, he gently petted her labia with the other.

“Touch my clit,” she blurted out. “Please.”

“No.”

That blunt denial kicked her brain deeper into subspace. After all, it was his decision when and how she was touched. She was free of the burden of choice, and begging wouldn’t change that.

A soft zap made her gasp. It felt like a shock of static electricity but on her pussy. Then it started. A low buzz up and down her pussy. The sensation rose and fell, from the soft buzz to a hard prickling that danced on the edge of being pain.

“Nathan,” she stammered.

“Tell me.”

“It feels… It’s not a vibration, but I want it to be. It feels like it could be. When it… There, now.” She panted through the sharper sensation, sagging a little as the intensity subsided. “It’s like pins and needles after your foot falls asleep.”

“It hurts?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.” She wanted to tell him about the facets of pleasure and pain, about how the linear scale she’d always used before was far too simple.

The current raced under her skin, stinging and tingling, stimulating her in that odd and unsettling way. Nathan played with the control, looking down to adjust, then back up at her, his gaze raking up and down her body. Assessing and watchful.

He made another adjustment, and the pattern changed from soft swells and dips, to hard jagged spikes. This finally felt like the shocks she’d expected when she saw the TENS unit. Her hips jerked with each small snap of pain.

“Does that hurt?”

“Yes, don’t stop. Please.”

“Are you going to come?”

Eyes screwed shut, she thought about it, finally shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so. It’s stimulating, but not in the way?—”

He changed the intensity, keep the pattern the same. Now the peak of each steep wave was a burst of sensation that had drawn back from pain. It wasn’t pleasure, wasn’t pain.

She felt it at the base of her clit glans, and up under the hood. She felt it around her entrance. Her nerves sparked and sizzled from the current.

“Oh God, that one,” she breathed. “That. Whatever that is. Make a note.”

“I told you I needed a whiteboard.”

Tara laughed—a tinge hysterical. Maybe it was the tightening of her abdominal muscles as she laughed that triggered the orgasm. Maybe it was the deep emotional connection she felt to him in that moment. Maybe it was being chained up and helpless as her Master used her in a way that felt dangerous and forbidden.

Tara’s eyes popped open as her lips parted, her orgasm a shock to her. Nathan’s satisfied gaze swept up and down her body as she shivered helplessly through the orgasm that she felt in her bones rather than her skin and muscles.

“Nathan, Nathan,” she chanted his name, until the bone-deep pleasure became too much for words and she clenched her teeth.

It felt like minutes but had been only seconds. She waited for the orgasm to ebb.

Nathan’s fingers flickered over the controls.

“Nathan!” His name was a scream as the pattern shifted once again, a terrible, wonderful pricking sensation buzzing between her taint and clit. The pattern had gone back to soft swells, but the intensity was higher.

Tara screamed through her teeth, body shaking as he forced her through another orgasm.

“I like this.” Nathan’s voice was low and almost cruel. “Making you come without even touching you.”

She moaned, the sound guttural as another wave of pleasure pushed her down, down.

“What a pretty, obedient sub you are. Coming even though nothing is touching your clit. Nothing in your pussy.”

Her moans became a keening whimper. Tara’s legs were shaking, her arm muscles screaming, and she held herself up. She tried to close her legs, if only to improve her balance—it wouldn’t stop the low-level current flowing through her—but Nathan knocked her legs apart once more, forcing her to stay open.

“Talk to me,” he commanded.

“I can’t…I don’t. I don’t know what my body’s doing. I don’t know if I want it to stop or want you to turn it up, make it hurt.”

He rose from the chair, cupping her cheek and tipping her face up. “That’s not your decision to make, is it?”

“No, Nathan,” she breathed, and they both knew that what she’d really just said was, “No, Master.”

Their lips met in a kiss that was almost reverent, broken when she cried out in pain against his lips as he pulled hard on one nipple clamp.

“Do you think you can come again from the pain of having the clamps removed?” He kissed her cheek, the spot under her ear.

How could she answer that, when she barely understood the low rolls of pleasure that still swept through her every few seconds. Had she been forced to name what was happening now, she’d call it an orgasm, or a series of orgasms, even though it was both more and less.

“I don’t know,” she whimpered.

“Let’s find out.”

Nathan leaned back, grabbed the posts on the left clamp, and pulled the plates apart.

Tara hissed as blood rushed back to nipple, the sound choked off as he removed the other clamp. Her nipples burned and throbbed. If he rubbed them, they would feel better, but Nathan didn’t touch her, only watched as she whimpered and twitched.

“One more thing, and then I’ll let you down.”

He picked up the box.

She tried to brace herself, but she was nearly limp, her body soft and open to receive whatever he gave her.

He kissed her gently, and she knew that meant he was going to be harsh. Part of her hoped it would be impact play—spank her pussy or tits. But she knew it wasn’t that. Knew he was going to amp the TENS unit up to pain levels.

She braced herself and held his gaze. Nathan’s smile was soft as he manipulated the controls without looking.

Sharp pain shot through her sex. A terrible, sharp pins and needles sensation pricked her from her channel to her clit. She was past screaming, eyes fluttering closed.

The sensation stopped, gone after only a second, but its echo lingered.

“Breathe, Tara.” Nathan braced his body against hers as he reached up and unhooked her wrist cuffs from the chains.

She collapsed against him, rubbing her aching nipples against his chest. When she finally closed her legs, she felt the thin wires against her inner thighs.

“You took that so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl.” He stroked her hair and back, briefly squeezing her ass. “But the scene isn’t over, unless you need it to be.”

At that, she looked up, leaning back against the hand gripping her ass. “The TENS unit scene?”

His gaze unforgiving. “Yes.”

She swallowed a whimper. She wanted to be done, because as wild as the successive orgasms had been, the intensity was hard to handle. Her pussy still buzzed with lingering sensation.

With anyone else, she would have stopped it here and now.

But this was Nathan.

“I’m ready.”

Nathan nodded, not smiling, but his gaze was satisfied. Possessive.

Unhooking the leads, he led her over to the bed and directed her to lay on her back.

“Hands.”

Tentatively, she raised her arms, holding her hands out to him. He clipped the wrist cuffs together, which she expected.

The metal thumb cuffs were a surprise.

She held still as he positioned her thumbs in the twin holes in the thin metal oval about the size of a deck of playing cards. It clicked as he tightened the device around the narrow part of her thumbs.

“Thumb cuffs,” he said. “Second to last letter T item.”

Tara wasn’t ready for the dread those words created. If this was the second to last item, it meant when this scene was done, they only had one more.

Or maybe this was it. Maybe after thumb cuffs, he’d add in whatever the last item was. This could all end, they could end, in the next hour.

Her time being a sexual submissive was almost over.

Dread choked her, made her breathing shallow as Nathan ordered her to put her hands above her head. It was shocking how restrictive the thumb cuffs were. She was used to restriction on her arm movement being centered on her wrists—cuffs or rope. Now, the metal clip connecting her leather wrist cuffs felt loose compared to the restriction of the thumb cuffs, which forced her hands together. She was glad she was lying down. If she’d been standing, or even sitting, it would be too easy to accidentally yank on the cuffs.

Focusing on the thumb cuffs while testing several different hand positions distracted her from spiraling with thoughts of the future. He gripped her ankles, putting her heels against her ass and pressing her knees open in a butterfly position.

The short connecting wire coming off the electrode pad on her mons tapped against her inner labia as she was spread open.

Her attention was ripped back to the present as Nathan stripped off his clothes. Tara literally licked her lips in anticipation as his hard cock was revealed.

Nathan set the TENS unit on the bed by her feet, and her ardor cooled somewhat. She wasn’t sure she could do that again. Maybe if she got some electrolytes and stretched…

She opened her mouth but quickly shut it as Nathan pulled on a glove, attaching one of the leads to the dangling connection wire coming off the wrist. He connected the second wire to the pad on her mons.

He held up his gloved left hand, holding the TENS unit in his right, then raised his eyebrows.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, realizing what was about to happen.

His grin was almost boyish as he clicked on the TENS unit. She tensed, but nothing happened. Her logical mind had known nothing would. The circuit wasn’t complete.

“Electricity needs two points to create a circuit. With this—” He wiggled his fingers in a little wave. “—anywhere I touch you, the circuit will close.”

Nathan gently curled his gloved hand over her knee.

The result was a short buzz, like soft static electricity, then a faint tingle up and down her thigh. If she concentrated, she could feel the path the current took from his hand down her thigh to her sex.

“Tell me.”

“Too faint.” Tara closed her eyes, blocking out the visual input to focus on the physical. “Turn it up.”

Nathan’s hand slid down to her ankle, the tingle spreading but growing fainter.

Then he grabbed her other ankle with his un-gloved hand and in two quick motions, yanked her legs into the air, ankles together.

Tara yelped first in surprise, and then again in pain as he spanked her.

“I like knowing what you want, but when you want something, you ask for it, sweetheart.” Spank, spank. “Issuing orders will always earn you a reminder of who’s in control.”

Both ankles in one hand, he forced her knees to her chest. This position stretched the skin and muscles of her ass tight, causing each spank to feel harder, sharper. And the sting…

Wait. That sting wasn’t just sharper than normal because of the position of her legs.

He was spanking her with his gloved hand. And he must have turned the current up, because each spank landed with a zap as he completed the circuit, and a deep thud of his heavy hand making contact.

“I’m sorry, Nathan!” she gasped out. She hit the point of pain quickly, either due to yesterday’s spanking, or the added zap of electricity that came with each spanking. Tara even tried to reach down and cover her bottom, but she’d forgotten about the thumb cuffs, and quickly dropped her hands back into place above her head, after painfully yanking on her thumbs.

“I’ll be good,” she whimpered.

“I know, baby. I know.”

He slowed the spanking, stroking the back of her raised legs between each swat. Her ass was burning, though nothing compared to yesterday, when he finally lowered her feet to the bed. Her skin tingled, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the current.

“Back in position,” he ordered, watching her as he stripped off his glove. “Wider.”

She tucked her feet up by her ass and spread her knees as wide as she could, feeling the stretch in her inner thigh muscles. Feeling cool air on her sex as the position spread her outer and inner labia.

Nathan studied her pussy, and a double helix of arousal and embarrassment slid through her, the sensations linked because being so exposed always deepened her submission.

Tara watched through her lashes as Nathan grabbed another electrode pad, eyes rounding in surprise as he reached between his own legs.

When he attached the lead that had been on the glove to the pad now stuck to his perineum, just behind his balls, her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, using his favorite curse word.

Nathan grinned. “That’s right. You’ve got one side, I’ve got the other, and when my cock touches you, the circuit completes.”

Tara opened and closed her mouth several times.

“Thinking it through, baby?”

“I’m… That’s…”

“I was going to tease you. Rub my cock all over your pussy.” His jaw flexed, throat working as he swallowed. “But I need to fuck you. I need to be so deep inside you that you can fucking taste me.”

Tara had no words, too caught by her own arousal to answer. Instead, she slid her feet across the mattress, bracing them so she was ready to cradle his body as he fucked her.

Nathan knelt between her feet, the mattress dipping with his weight. He placed the TENS unit by her shoulder, carefully arranging leads so they went under her leg.

Moving slowly, head bowed so he could watch and make sure his cock didn’t touch her, Nathan positioned himself, his fists indenting the mattress on either side of her breasts, his elbows locked.

Finally, he met her gaze, a savagery flicking across his expression. He looked like he was barely holding on to his control, and the idea that she’d caused this made her feel beautiful and powerful.

Nathan’s hips dipped, and the head of his cock touched her entrance.

The quick zap of pain made them both freeze, his cock posed at her entrance. Now, there was a faint prickling tingle, neither pleasure nor pain but that same unsettled feeling.

Whatever Nathan saw in her expression made him smile, just a quirk of lips before his jaw firmed and he thrust into her. She was tight from the orgasms he’d already given her, and the invasion of his thick cock was deliciously painful.

Nathan dropped to his elbows, head bowed. She kissed his sweaty brow, and he tipped his head, letting his temple rest against her lips as he slowly withdrew. The prickling tingle followed the motion of his cock, and she whimpered at the sensation.

“Pain?” His voice was rough.

“Only in the good way.”

Torturously slow, he slid in once more, grinding his hips against her once he was fully seated. Spread wide as she was, he was pressing against her clit. Muscles fluttered low in her belly, coiling tight, and it had nothing to do with the TENS unit.

“Please,” she whispered against him. “Please fuck me hard and rough and make me come on your cock.”

Nathan made a sound that was almost a growl, pulled out, and then slammed into her. Tara’s tits bounced, her erect, sore nipples rubbing against his chest.

He fucked her like he hated her, his cock the instrument of her punishment the way the flogger and crop had been. Tara loved it, her hips rising only to be slammed down when he thrust in. The incessant zap of the TENS unit was becoming painful, but she would scream if he turned it off.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarled in her ear, his sweaty cheek pressed to hers.

The question should have set off warning bells. Instead, it notched her pleasure higher. “You, Nathan, you.”

“That’s right. You’re mine, Tara. Mine.”

She was overly sensitive and overwhelmed, and when the orgasm finally came, it tore her apart. Tara screamed, back arching hard, despite his body atop hers.

Lacing her fingers together to protect her thumbs, Tara hooked her arms over his shoulders, holding him to her as her body spasmed and clenched. His cock felt impossibly huge inside her, her pussy so tight around him, it was as if they were fused together in that moment.

Nathan hissed out a breath, hips jerking in small movements. He kissed her so hard their teeth clinked, and she realized he was coming too, her orgasm having triggered his.

It went on forever, and not long enough. When the sensations finally subsided, Tara felt wrung out, tears prickling her eyes.

“Can you turn it off,” she whispered, the buzzing feeling in her pussy too much in her post-orgasm state, “please.”

“It’s off,” Nathan mumbled against her neck. “I set a timer. It was only one for the first five minutes.”

She was able to raise her head just enough to see the screen, and confirm it was, in fact, off. That meant the odd buzzing feeling was just her body processing and reacting to what he’d just put them through.

“Now we’re done,” he said softly, easing out of her.

He probably meant the scene, but tears sprung to her eyes, and she swallowed.

Nathan bent, starting aftercare with removing the electrode pads. He cleaned her with a warm microfiber cloth, his touch exquisitely gentle. She still jerked and whimpered when he touched her clit and cleaned around her entrance.

He was so gentle, so perfect. When Nathan helped her up and wrapped her in a massive, fluffy robe, repositioning her on the bed so her head was on the pillow, the first tear fell.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” Nathan lay down beside her, face-to-face. “Does something hurt?”

She shook her head.

“Sub drop?”

“Nothing hurts.” The words were strangled, her throat tight with tears.

Nathan scooted closer, tangling their legs while his arm hooked over her hip. “Cry if you need, sweetheart.”

Tara took a shivery breath, aching with a sense of loss for what could have been for them.

“Nathan…”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to have a baby.”